Quinn is in the bedroom of her apartment, she is dressed in a short light pink satin bathrobe - with a towel wrapped around her head. Since she can’t go her regular spa back home, she has spent the entire day doing her own home spa activities. She’s done the long luxurious bath (with extra bubbles), she’s done the face mask, she’s done her nails ( ( Read more... )

The visual feed from the tablet clicks on to show the interior of a large building that is vaguely reminiscent of a warehouse or some other sort of industrial building-- cinderblock walls, cement floors, support pillars and nothing in the way of furniture yet-- except for a slightly incongruously brand-spanking-new hatch set into one wall ( Read more... )

In the hours since he awakened in a room not his own, in a building definitely not his parents' house, Adrian has quietly gathered as much information as he possibly can. He knows the room belongs to someone older, but a little trial and error shows him how to get clothes his own size from the kind of science-fictiony cupboard. And some time spent ( Read more... )

Quinn hasn't been a big fan of making visual posts, but now she does so out of necessity. She can't think straight enough to text anyone, like Kurt or Lex, or even Willow or Elena. The rational part of her brain won't even let her think about Stefan right now, the possibilities after what just happened are to horrifying. She feels worse than she's ( Read more... )

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's ( Read more... )

Just thought I'd get this over and done with. I need a job, but I'm not sure how to go about it, or even what'd suit me.

Suggestions welcome.

The city will never be home, but at least now he is starting to gain some sense of control. Between the unexpected temporary population boom, the various incarnations of vampire panic, and now the recently ended language glitch it was easy for the average person to be constantly reminded of how far from home they had been transported. Maybe ( Read more... )

'Unpacking' is something of a misnomer for what Adrian is doing, seeing as his entire wardrobe consists of several changes of underwear and socks, two shirts, and two pairs of pants. (Which he does not wash himself, thank goodness for dry cleaners and laundry services.) The costume is packed carefully in a box until he has the chance to get a ( Read more... )

I realy hate these bludy hamsturs.

Then, some five minutes later:

Rly shudnt txt wen drubk.Although you can't see it, Rose is steadily making her way through a bottle of scotch. Her cravings have gotten worse and she needs blood. Rose had satisfied herself with hunting animals in the forest but recently, it wasn't enough. She could feel herself ( Read more... )

[Adrian is sitting in the Owl Cave, waiting for Dan and Rorschach to show for another meeting. He has some interesting information to share, and he's certain he won't be the only one. While he waits, he figures he might as well use the time to get a little 'research' done.]I'm curious -- what kind of professions did all of you hold before coming ( Read more... )