Ryan would advise people that if the kitchen stove has been replaced by an odd piece of machinery that makes food appear out of thin air, DON'T EAT IT.

At least his hair is growing out it's normal shade, but for now? It's still mostly purple. Ryan? Has added it to his list of things to ignore.

Chris has an absolutely mild expression of disgust on his face as he looks out over the gardens. In all aspects but one they look exactly the same as the last time he was out there, but that one is a doozy.

All the plant life (except the grass) is fire right now. Not on fire. It's just fire.

If he wasn't Chris, he'd be cussing.

He didn't so much appear through a door or between steps as from a massive cloud of pink smoke and a shout of 'WEEEEHOOOO!' In fact, steps had nothing to do with it. He rolled out of the post-explosion haze and ended up on his backside, grinning up at the very new surroundings that looked nothing like the labs he'd been working in ( Read more... )

Going back through the door was not the best plan ever.

It is with significant relief that Amber finds herself somewhere not burnt or destroyed, though there's a brief moment of suspicion at the sunny bed-and-breakfast style lobby, cluttered with antiques and mediocre paintings.

But there's just enough to clue her in that it's the other bizarre ( Read more... )

Huh.

Seems I'm back again. My professor is going to be peeved when he can't find me, not that I really care. Maybe I'll even get a little farther in to see what's here...

This place: interesting, intriguing, and kind of awesome.

Happy blond guy is enjoying being around a lot of people again.

He still doesn't have a clue WTF, mind. He's been wandering around and... has anyone else noticed the lightbulb glow in this room appears half a foot over the actual lightbulb? That's wierd. Brian is poking it with a pencil.

When Scott walked into the old airport Hilton, he was expecting a deserted building that had been slightly ransacked. He planned to ransack it more. With new members in the pack, they'd run out of serviceable beds. He was out looking for new ones ( Read more... )

She'd been headed for her secret garden in the upper reaches, but somewhere, she'd gotten turned around.  The corridors were no longer smooth sandstone, but were covered in some kind of paper.  It appeared to have coloured moss growing on it.  She trailed her fingers over the patterns.  Leaves, vines, little winged insects.  No, this was some kind ( Read more... )

She is wearing a tarp over her shoulders, clutched as if someone said hold it like this. She is standing in the rain, where she has been long enough for neon pink to flow in runnels from her hair and over her face and shoulders. Her age is indeterminate, her ethnicity not clear ( Read more... )

He's been walking (running) for how long now he doesn't know. He managed to scrape together a few supplies: some (poor bastard) hiker's rucksack, Cooper's empty handgun, a set of badly fitting civilian clothes, and poorly fitting boots. There may have been a mobile somewhere in the mess under the house but he didn't want to take the time to look.

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