[...There is Major American Entertainment

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen..."]

There is a SLUMP.

And a whumph! against the door ( Read more... )

Cre'hktdi is because the mun needed a reason for her not to wildly overshoot her status with all the new hunts she gets! single-momming it up watching over her sister's adopted child.

But she needs to be here for her security shifts as she has been all along just very handwaved for RL and now, well, here she is ( Read more... )

Spoon enters the bar, ready to have a beer. That's it. That's all he wants. A beer. Except that after he steps into the bar he wants more like six or seven of them.

His first more coherent thought is You know, I'm STILL short. For.... his second one is Oxygen BURNS. Happily his mask is still where it was...although it's not exactly the ( Read more... )

Marc is on a mission. A mission to get all of the turquoise out of MODE HQ and dump it somewhere that no one would never ever drag it out from again. Or at least, not until next season. Because, as everyone knows, the biggest colours on the runway this season are reds and grayscales. As such, he comes through the door, still trying to make a point ( Read more... )

Nothing could possibly Surprise Hannibal King.

Nothing at all. Sure. Right.
You know, except for when he's in the middle of firing a gun with UV-pulsating bullets at a few bloodsuckers, breaking through a door, and.... Finding himself here.

The door closed before the others who were after him could get through, which left him panting on the floor, ( Read more... )

Even the most casual of comparisons between now and when Spoon first entered the bar will prove that he is far, far closer to sane than he was. The stretches of good days can span weeks at a time without a break.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have bad days now and then anyway. They aren't as bad; he won't slip his form unawares, he won't ( Read more... )

Cre'hktdi has a routine ( Read more... )

[OOM: After quite a lot of people do quite a lot of running around and fighting and screaming, everything eventually comes to its logical conclusions...]

... and the door opens on September in New York City, and Ray walks through. "That," he says to no one in particular, "was an experienceThe Bar gives him a glass of the green stuff without him ( Read more... )

After the events in Ray's world, Spoon got shoved through the door just in time to dive for safety, shed clothing and spend the last night of the full moon healing. FYI? Healing a limb over the course of a night hurts like hell and sets your hunting all off balance ( Read more... )

[OOM: Today, in Ray's world, is really not a good day to be an NYPD detective. Not if you want to keep your blood pressure levels from skyrocketing.

Ray, mind you, knows nothing of this. He's in ur museum, lookin at ur fossils, when the power goes out. Eh, big deal, he'll walk home, right? Right.

At least, assuming things don't get any crazier... ( Read more... )