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After checking his voicemail and finding a call from Mel, Xander made the lamest - and sadly most believable - excuse ever, to ditch his mom back at his apartment: going out for doughnuts.

Then he made some calls. To some people. Who'd already gotten some calls of their own. And then he waited.

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[OOC: congregatey check-in post for the intrepid vampire fighters, for extreme slowplay in some cases, since some of them are afk. Open! And that they were there is fine for broadcast, why is sekrit!]
[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com
Another night. Another patrol but this time Mel is more alert and determined than usual. As she walks with her watcher through the graveyard she inspects every grave and every patch of ground for any recent signs of digging or a hole where a body used to be.

"Guess this feels like old times for you, huh?" Mel asked.

Not all that old... )

[ooc: Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] needsaparrot. NFI. That Mel and Xander went on patrol is okay for broadcast but anything else is NFB.]
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"I think we need a new form," Xander said, poking through the paperwork drawer. "A Fill This Out When You Move Out So I Actually Know The Apartment's Empty form."

Cut for wackiness )

[OOC: Not for interaction. OOC comments more then welcome and will be used to entertain the funny monkey.]
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
After a stop at the Perk to pick up lunch, Isabel and Charlie headed over to the park to enjoy the fall afternoon and figure out how to play Jumanji.

Sitting cross-legged on the blanket, Isabel read the instructions for the game "Jumanji. A game for those who seek to find: a way to leave their world behind. You roll the dice to move your token, doubles get another turn. The first player to reach the end wins." The drumming chose that moment to start up again. "Oh yeah, definitely a Fandom game."

There was a small pocket on the side of the board and Isabel opened it to reveal the game pieces. "What do you want to be? An elephant, a rhino, a monkey, or a lion?"

It was just going to be an innocent board game… )

[OOC: Not for interaction. OOC comments more then welcome and will be fed to the hungry vines. There will be a post up in a bit if you feel like running into Audrey II's magical cousins.]
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Anakin was following Vladdie through the graveyard on the way back to the house.

Just like he'd been following Vladdie as he sniffed every Interesting Thing!, Shiny Thing! and Potential Food Thing! all evening.

"Come on, boy," he said, rolling his eyes. "There are equally exciting pieces of dust at home. We've been out here for an hour."

What could possibly be hanging around in graveyards? )
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Once again, he's at the start of the causeway. He reaches out with one hand, and instead of the wall he's been met with during every other attempt, this time it gives way. He pushes his way through the barrier, until finally, finally- he's on the other side.

[ooc: for thems who know who they are!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
The barrier had once again proved uncrossable, though it *had* yielded slightly this time. Discouraging, but progress was progress, he supposed.

And now he was wandering around, curious to see if there was anyone else out this late who could be of any use to him.

[ooc: for [livejournal.com profile] drlambert. that they talked is okay for broadcast, everything else NFB.]
[personal profile] fh_extras
After all the information was finally gathered, five groups left the library armed with the spell that would hopefully banish all the shadows from the island once and for all.

The sun was already gone and it was pretty cool outside, maybe more so than normal. For now however, nothing seemed to be moving in the shadows.

((Yay finale! Wait for the OCD please! All up and I did not totally forget to come strike that comment through.))
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
The glowing indicator from Willow's locator spell leads the group to the Rocky Bits at the edge of the island and to the mouth of a cave.

[ooc: locked to rescue team and bad guys. also, plz to wait for OCD. done! chat room for to make things easier: zomgcaves]
[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com
Anders had taken over the largest table he could find and pulled up a good number of chairs. Conner and Parker were supposed to be here, at least, and hopefully the people they'd contacted would make it as well.

There was planning to do, and for that? Caffeine was definitely needed. So any drinks for this group would be on Anders tonight.

[OOC: Primarily for the plotty folks, but hey, if you need the caffeine, come on in.]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Thinking that maybe someone at the clinic could help them figure out what happened to their powers, Bridge had managed to convince Z to go with him.

And so they're headed to the clinic. Just the two of them. At night. When they know someone's out there after them.

Smart move, guys.

[ooc: for [livejournal.com profile] multiplez and Gruumm!]
[identity profile] thebluespirit.livejournal.com
Azula tugged at the ropes that were binding Marie to the tree, testing their strength. Satisfied, she stepped away to face the girl. "I wonder what my brother is thinking, wasting his time becoming friends with weak creatures like you," she said, cocking her head as she studied Marie. "He must really be desperate."

Marie struggled against her bonds. "Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to talk to me about Zuko."

"Oh please, what is there to talk about a failure like him?" Azula rolled her eyes. "Do try to keep up with situation. You claim to be his friend, so now you're bait. If you don't cause too much trouble, I'll even consider letting you go after I get what I want."

Violence and fire and lightning behind the cut )

((Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] touchablemarie, [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor, [livejournal.com profile] lightningbender and [livejournal.com profile] fandomtroopers))
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Having received an emergency call this morning, the troopers are now on high alert. While the normal patrols are still up around the town, the rest of the troopers have been divided into several groups and are disappearing in different directions in the hopes of finding the missing student. It's not exactly the same as shooting at the bad guys and saving civilians, but it's still helping people and that's what Fandom Troopers do.
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As Team Two took off in one direction, Team One headed in the other. Soon the Gentlemen would have nowhere to hide.

((Locked to the volunteers of team one and the Gentlemen. If you feel like your character needs a blaster, then the troopers will have provided you with one.))
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At the agreed time, the troopers and the volunteers from team two set off starting from the park to try and find the town's voices back.

((Locked to the volunteers of team two and the Gentlemen of course. If you feel like your character needs a blaster, then the troopers will have provided you with one.))
[identity profile] badassbutler.livejournal.com
Alfred opened up Cafe Fina early on Sunday, against what he usually did, and placed a large sign up prominently so that everyone would know it.

He felt he somehow owed it to them for yesterday somehow being missed entirely.


A Stranger Enters )

Cafe Fina is open, but only Wadsworth is here to staff it.
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
Walter was ready for more customers. Hopefully less creepy ones than the man he had served earlier.

Dinner with Sloane )

[ooc: preplayed by [livejournal.com profile] nadiathesaint, [livejournal.com profile] rambaldifan815, [livejournal.com profile] walter_n_wires, and [livejournal.com profile] badassbutler. No IC interaction available, but OOC comments are welcome.]
[identity profile] warconductor.livejournal.com
All over town, all day, a tall, silver haired man in an overcoat and a leather cap was seen putting up posters.


They read becuase the mun sucks at graphic design

"Spectacular symphonic performance in the park tonight by a special guest conductor.

Orchestra, chorus, and band provided by the Millennium group.

Admission is free, as the conductor's gift to the town."

.[[OOC: If anyone wants to use this as an opportunity to "bump" into the Captain and be sampled, feel free.]]
[identity profile] kawalsky.livejournal.com
"Ready?" Tex asked.

Kawalsky looked himself up and down. Bag over shoulder? Check. Leather jacket, shirt, underwear, pants, socks and shoes? Check. Extensive range of weaponry and two people highly trained in weapons and combat tactics? Check.

He shrugged as if to say 'duh.'

Tex and Kawalsky headed out of town.
[identity profile] kawalsky.livejournal.com
Sam had received a phone call from the SGC stating that they were ready to pick up the sarcophagus with Camulus inside. They had a rendezvous time and place - the causeway - and now all they had to do was pick up the package from Blood Gulch Arms and get it to where it needed to go. Now Sam was waiting back at the school in case they tried to reach them again and as back-up in case anything went wrong.

Kawalsky knocked on the door.

[OOC: Locked to Tex, Cameron, Molly, Camulus and Orlin. Events inside Blood Gulch Arms are, as always, NFB.]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Eight hours later, and Parker's eyes were starting to cross. For every book that they'd found with Romanian in it, or Kalderash on the cover, there had been none with the spell.

"It's got to be here. Somewhere. Somehow...."

One last time, Parker went over the shelves, knowing that Marty had said it was there.

You could come back tomorrow, whispered her own exhaustion. What's the rush? He's gone. You can't stop him from doing anything this minute. One more night won't matter....

It might. To another Kitty. To someone else. Shut up. Where's the damn book? Parker tapped her fingers across the shelves, A to B, B to C, C to D....

A dark bound book, just like all the others. Small. Without enthusiasm, she pulled it out to check it. The title was in a language she didn't know; a small, inked note was included with it:

Being an inventorie of various spells, among the Gypsies known as Kalderash, Lakaush, and Dembeschti.

Oh. Oh, please....

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