WHO greever & moleculars.
WHAT Calling his powers back in Chris-Crossed gets a little complicated as it calls someone else back with them...
WHERE The Halliwell Memorial Museum, San Francisco.
WHEN 2025. 6x10: Chris-Crossed.

Hear these words,
hear the rhyme,
heed the hope within my mind-Crash! The energy ball sailed right over his head as Chris ducked barely in ( Read more... )

WHO projectio and climokinetic.
WHAT Just a little accidental world-hopping. Never hurt anyone, right? Oh, but what if you're pulled onto a space station dedicated to research into the solution for the erosion currently destroying the world hundreds of miles beneath your feet? Yeah, okay, that might suck.
WHERE The Lazarus; Eastern research facility basement, storage ( Read more... )

[ There is a library. Its shelves are tall, almost fancifully so, leading up several floors of books, and the lights in the ceiling seem almost too far up to properly illuminate the ground level. It's musty, quiet, and currently occupied by only a single man and yourself ( Read more... )

[ Vince steps through one of the many doors in the warehouse, into the wide open room that has gained something of a homey feel to it. Games, snack tables, big puffy chairs and couches perfect for lounging in... and a few signs on the walls emblazoned with ⚠ PLEASE DON'T TRY TO GO HOME, THE DOORS MIGHT BE DANGEROUS ⚠Not so bad, right? Wrong ( Read more... )

[ In a field with only a river and small bits of foliage nearby, rests Nathan. He's currently sitting against his sleeping bobcat and carving a hunk of wood with his dagger. The weather is warm and the sky is clear, adding to the tranquility of the scene.

What is the elf carving? Well, you'll just have to get closer and find out. ]

They were coming back from checking out some prospective college or another when it happened ( Read more... )

[ One of the doors in the warehouse has been carelessly left open. Inside is an open room, some sort of entrance hall to a truly extravagant home. The colors seem predominantly beige with accents of deep, rich browns, reds and burgundies.

However, that's not so important. What is more important is that there seems to be a giant blanket writhing ( Read more... )

[ So, there's a tall guy emerging from one of the many doors in the warehouse. He's dragging a bar stool with him, seeming more patiently-amused than confused or anything else newcomers usually react with ( Read more... )

The city was alight with Christmas cheer. Decorations, lights, trees, carolers, the whole shebang. People were clogging up the streets, in an effort to escape the chill and return home to their families before the sun finished setting ( Read more... )

Uaaa... This place is pretty neat. Some kind of, uhm...? Hans would know the word. Something. Not Atria, but nothing I've seen before, either...

[ She grins. ] Wait 'til Annette hears about this.

[ Oh, by the way, her left arm is in a sling. ... yeah. ]