"I'll see you in Hell..."Dean's final words to Bela still echoed in her mind as she contemplated her fate. This was it; her time was up and she was going to Hell. Nothing would save her now. Bela could hear the howling outside the window as she stared blankly ahead, frozen to the spot. The howling grew louder until the hellhounds were in the hotel ( Read more... )

[Have a message from a young girl who still hasn't figure out the machine, and probably won't for awhile. She's recorded a video for her mother, and accidentally sent it out to all of you.

First she sets it up, and then she sits in front of it. Some of her toys and her camel are around her.]Hi Mommy ( Read more... )

[Sometimes...sometimes...Gibbs loses patience. Especially with technological gadgets. After not being able to figure out how to make individual calls, he decides to just do the text messaging thing.]

DiNozzo, McGee, I need you two. I'm in the lobby. I don't know if this thing is working or if I'm doing this right, but if it is, both of you had ( Read more... )

Lassiter had taken it upon himself to advertise. The police station in El Dorado was seriously lacking, and while Carlton didn't mind being able to run the show, he knew that he'd need help if anything else went wrong. In the wake of the building's collapse, Carlton had set up a crude flier to post around the city. It had been short and sweet:

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TO: Abigail Sciuto, Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee

Where are you three? Has anyone figured out anything more about this place? I need updates, and I need them now.

One minute Gibbs was stalking towards Vance's office to give him a piece of his mind, the next minute he's...in a hotel lobby? He is not happy. At all.

Anybody want to tell me what the hell is going on here?

Hello?

[Her voice is filled with uncertainty and sounds cloudy.]

I know the lady at the desk said they were expecting me, but... I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be here.

No, I know I'm not supposed to be here. I really need to get back home. I don't even remember how I got here. Xander had me looking in his car for my... math book, and-- ( Read more... )

Tony was sitting quietly at a bench, staring at a piece of cake in front of him on his lap that he'd bought from the cafe, and the coffee cup in his hand beside it. He should have felt happier than he did right now - but he found it very hard to be. He was thirty-eight today and while Abby and McGee were both here, Gibbs wasn't. Ziva wasn't. ( Read more... )

TO: All Contacts

You lot. If you see a big blue police box, let a fellow know!

Use this number.

[ooc: in regards to this post! ]

"All right. Home again, home again. Let's get some lights on in here." Tim flipped on the house's lights as he entered Gibbs' living room and took a moment to look around, it'd been awhile since he'd been inside his boss' home, "Oh look at that--you got rid of the piles of magazines--looks nice. Homey."

Gibbs' blank stare didn't help. McGee ( Read more... )