Who: Loki and Myrene Carnegie
Where: Nassau! The Bahamas.
When: Earlier on Thursday afternoon.
Warnings/Status: Language, cuteness, possible smut.

Loki had regained most of his strength, and relaxing on a beach with the beautiful, wonderful intelligent Myrene Carnegie? Yeah, that had something to do with the healing process. Only a tiny something, though. He was largely to blame for his own. .oh fuck it, he felt like she had spit the life right back into him, even though she hadn't even been nearby when it had been sucked strangely out while helping out Tess.

He was kicked back in the sand on the beach, a fruity drink in hand, with a colorful umbrella, toes buried in the warm sand. Wore only his swim trunks and sunglasses, no need for sun screen, the sun didn't burn him. But he was tanning rather nicely. "Okay, we need to be serious. .what after this? We have a few hours before we have to go back to the ship."

Who:  Logan Echolls, Severus Snape, Kendall Casablancas (also posting order.) Special appearances by Loki and Tesla Echolls.
When/Where:  Late tonight.  Trying to find Tess. Address Kendall sent.
Warnings:  Language, physical violence, character death? etc.
Status:  In progress.

Who: Tesla Spencer, Logan Echolls, Jeremiah Parish, all invited.
When: Tomorrow, Sunday, September 21st, 4:PM UTC (Coordinated Universal Time, pplz)
Where: The beach, Santorini, Greece.
What: Nuptials.
Warnings/Status: Swearing, if anything, maybe drug or underage alcohol consumption but let's all try to behave and make this go smooth, it's gonna be crazy enough :P. In progress.
How it works: Please to see my OOC post in the OOC comm before commenting, it should be up within five minutes or so of posting this. Some order will be needed for this to not get too crazy to play.

I apologize in advance for the length of this prompt and do NOT expect replies to match this, there's just a lot of stuff to get us all to an even point.

( I could stay awake just to hear you breathin'. Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away, I'm dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever, for every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. . )

Who: Loki, Veronica, Tess, open to anyone that wants to help. (Josef, Sarah, gulp Logan)
Where: Random location where Veronica is.
When: Today, nowish.
What: Stopping teh crazy! OMFG.
Warnings: The Angel of Death, a now claiming Psychic and at least one vampire is involved. It's not gonna be petty, probably violence and language. EVERYONE BREAK OUT IN SPANISH! Kidding.

Loki didn't like it at all but he figured bringing Tess might help calm Veronica down. He sighed as he scanned the cityscape below them as he held her close, wings flapping in a hurried effort to save Tesla's vampire friend. Finally feeling her closeby he began his descent, spotting her and, cursing.

Flying to where she was he was quick to set the squirming redhead down. He could barely see Veronica on ground level, a bunch of men were gathered around her and he could practically smell the taunting. Moving in he started knocking them unconscious, one by one, with simple flicks to their heads, yelling at Tesla to stay back until he was done.

Where she stood, Tess pulled out her phone, eyes lifting cautiously as she texted a message to Josef. We've found her on [Street name].. She put the phone away when Loki had finished.

"C'mon, Veronica, let's get you home."

Who: Tesla and Loki.
Where: Her Aunt's ranch in New Mexico.
When: Earlier today. After this happened last night.
What: A chat of the less happy kind.
Warnings/Status: Swearing, that'll be about it. Incomp.

( Aint a song for the broken hearted. )

Who: Loki and Myrene.
Where: A cab and then her apartment.
When: Two nights ago, after the rescues.
What: Cookies, milk, cake, flirting.
Warnings/Status: None for now. Incomp.

Loki smiled over at Myrene again and dug his wallet out, glancing up at the cab driver's wandering eyes with a disapproving glare. "Well, you did great. I couldn't be happier with the outcome." Not entirely true, but a little. Somewhat. He just wished the kid hadn't died. The cab soon pulled over in front of her place and he handed the driver a $50 bill. "Keep the change, buddy. You have an ice day." Stepping out he reached in for her hand to help her get out as well, smiling at her yet again.

Who: Alma, Joker, henchpeople, BatAngel and Heroes (Being anyone that wants to help)
Where: Halfway to the Joker's hideout..and beyond? A possibility.
When: Earlier this evening but continuing most likely into next week.
What: The battle.
Some notes: Shar, Dana and Maggie's availability will be scattered, at best, until and possibly through Monday so this will be slow moving if it moves at all.

There will be character death, violence, swearing, etc. If you don't like that, or anything else about it? Don't read it.

If your character was part of Group B that was supposed to go rescue Jack Dent, bring your pups in as if they went to the empty location and hurried straight to Alma's.

( It's not personal. )

Who: Tesla "Spencer" and Loki (As scened by myself and Christina.)
Where: Tess's place.
When: Uhhh. ..like three nights ago?
What: Guard duty, a little possible futuristic glimpse into her life. Mostly cute with a little angst.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.

( I pretend that you're already mine and my heart ain't breakin' every time I look into your eyes. . . )

Who:Loki and Zira. Then Loki and Bartleby.
Where: Some alley in New York, not heavily trafficked. The nhome.
When: Late Saturday evening.
What: Healing Loki, chit-chatting. Coping.
Warnings: Some blood, less than pretty description, likely cursing. Sad elements.

( Cut down in my prime. )

Who: Loki, Drew, a cab driver and Alma. Self log.
Where: A cab in New York, Alma's room.
When: Late this evening.
Warnings: Death, near death, some gore and scary-ness.

( The sun goes down. I feel the light betray me. )

Who: Loki and Bartleby
Where: A bar in Jersey.
When: This evening, shortly after Bartleby's arrival.
What: The old Angel pals getting very inebriated.
Warnings: Alcohol, drunken antics and swearing. Past that, I'll let you know.
Warnings Edit: Death, gore, some of the swearing's pretty vulgar and Angel mansmut.

It was an odd coincidence that Bartleby had shown up after his conversation with Sofia Wood, but Loki had brushed that off pretty quickly. Maybe the Lord was listening after all, she was being awfully quiet about it. Arriving in front of the bar he'd suggested, Loki checked his watch before strolling inside, instantly his senses flared up to detect every scumbag in there, but tonight wasn't about business. He'd laid off on the killing and had taken to only focusing on the lowlifes that really didn't have nay other place in the world. At least that would appease Death, rather than him blowing her friends to bits. It bugged him, but he was pretty much over it as long as he could focus on anything but being a Guardian.

Strolling in he walked to the counter and sat, holding off on ordering before Bartleby's arrival. He wanted to hate him and still he couldn't. He remembered how badly he'd wanted to go Home too, and it was true, Azrael was a tricky son of a bitch. He let it go, like everything else with an unnecessary sigh, looking around to make sure Bartleby hadn't snapped himself to Arabia, or something.

Who: Loki and Mary Sloane.
Where: Wherever she's shacked up and then Chinese food.
When: Earlier this evening.
What: Food!
Warnings: Flirtyness, not much aside of that.

Snapping himself to wherever she was, Loki glanced at the door and lifted his wrist to knock softly on the door, brushing his fingers through his hair really quickly. "Fear not, Mary, Mary quite contrairy, it's Loki." He was an ass, and usually damn proud of it, now was no exception. "I come to whisk you away to get Oriental food."

Who: Loki and Death.
Where: Cold Stone! XD
When: This later-afternoon.
What: Ice cream, and likely Loki trying to soak up as much on human emotion as he can.
Warnings? Flirtiness, possibly, knowing the Lokester, but I doubt he's going to bang her on the ice cream counter, if that's what you mean XD

After making his usual unseen stop by the House residence (and being sorely disappointed to see only the father was home) Loki snapped himself in back of the Cold Stone in question, adjusting his hoodie before coming around to walk in the front and wait for his old Friend by the door, seeing as standing off to the side in these sorts of establishments often warranted the mortals to be rude, or downright offensive. He was often temped to break out the wings, but remembered Zira having said such a thing wasn't too shocking to them in those parts.

It was hot but he liked the warmth, it sure beat Wisconsin, on some days. Plus he'd suffer any heat, no pun intended, to see DiDi any day.

Who: Alma and Mark House, Audra House, Karen Davis, NPC Surgeons.
Where: The hospital.
When: Tonight, now and continuing throughout the evening.
Warnings: Swearing, Baby!Death.

Jenny had been over by the time Mark had gotten home to look after Aubrey and Drew, so they'd gotten out the door to meet Karen at the hospital, like she's asked them to, pretty quickly. Audra cried the entire drive, and it was almost sickeningly eerie when Karen had taken her to examine her.

It'd been almost twenty minutes, Alma had cursed at the nurses several times already, she was getting rrally agitated.

Finally the doors opened and Karen stepped out, without Audra. Alma was sure her expression could tell her already how dismayed that made her. Karen seemed nervous, unsure how to start so she took a seat in a chair a few down from them to give them space. "Audra. . .has growth, a cerebral growth she um, she's crying because it's causing her a lot of discomfort. A few people on the children's oncology team are looking at her now, they're going to suggest treatment when they come out.