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
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However, being transported from one place to another in the blink of an eye reminds him entirely too much of his Arrival to reprimand himself for a lack of vigilance.
And so, dressed in a plain shirt and pale trousers (as be his wont), he goes in search of others stuck in the same proverbial boat up a certain metaphorical creek as him.
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He's been stared down in the streets on many an occasion (in a court room, at the station, in a holding cell), but it's been such a long time he can't help but feel a slight, crawling discomfort along his spine.
Another newcomer? No. Not if the recognition in the other man's eyes is anything to go by.
"Have we met?" Because why beat around the bush?
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Rorschach doesn't look away, doesn't even blink, only continues to watch him through a gaze so blank and expressionless it might as well be a mask itself.
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"Wha? Where...?" She looks all around her, then throws the covers back, jumping onto her knees to look out the window. It would be too much to expect she was sent back to the TARDIS or Leadworth, she supposed.
Turning back, she catches sight of the tablet and snatches it up, reading the message and letting out a snort.
"Technical difficulties? What's broken now, hamsters?"
Amy sets the tablet back down and heads to the door, not expecting she'll be able to leave. But to her surprise, it opens and she finds herself looking down a short, nondescript hallway opening into an area filled with what looks like storage lockers. With a shrug, she slips into the hall in nothing but a knee length nightie to go explore.
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So, Jenna decides to peek into the hallway, glad for once that she hadn't actually managed to get all the way undressed last night or this would be even more awkward than it already is.
"Elena? Damon?"
She'd call for Stefan, but... cover.
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She tries to resist the temptation. Really, she does.
And clearly fails, as she pads nearly soundlessly over to Jenna's door, making sure nobody is around to see when she boosts the final few steps with just a bit of vampire speed.
"Hi, Jenna," she greets pleasantly with a charming smile, standing in front of her 'aunt'. Jenna, you can probably tell from the curls, the lapis lazuli necklace and the short black nightie that this is not Elena.
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"...Katherine," Jenna murmurs in response, trying and failing to keep herself from looking or sounding as scared as she suddenly is. She hasn't run into Katherine before and she was rather hoping she never would.
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"So, this is where the aliens dumped you, hm?" she questions casually, glancing about Jenna's room. "Looks just as dull and uninspiring as mine."
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Stabbings, she could handle. Vampire bites, cuts, scratches, bruises, broken bones, any manner of injury, she could deal with. These were all tangible things that could be dealt with in a manner that gave her some sense of accomplishment, even if she wasn't terribly fond of the injuries themselves. It was a malady she had some degree of control over.
But this? This constant moving, waking up to yet another unfamiliar set of walls?
Okay. Yeah. This was getting old fast.
She grumbled as she sat up in bed, ruffling the back of her hair with her hand before raking fingers through it, a haphazard way of grooming herself. Well, if she was going to be somewhere unfamiliar, she was glad she had chosen to sleep in jeans and a polo. It was a good rule of thumb, she felt, to prepare to be on the move at any time of day, with the new addendum of "especially when one has been kidnapped by aliens."
No shoes, though. Damn it. Reaching for her nearby tablet, she blinked several times ( ... )
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"'Technical difficulties,' so sayeth our captors," Anita said dryly, holding up her tablet before sliding it into the pocket of her jeans. "Apparently they thought relocating us without giving a heads up was the thing to do. You alright?"
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"Yeah, I didn't even open mine up. I hate those freaking things." She really hates them; Faith currently holds the record for Person In Taxon Who Has Attempted To Messily Destroy Their Tablet the Most Times. C4 might have played in, at one point. "Jesus, freaking hamsters. And yeah, I'm fine. Pissed, but fine."
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"Hey... what are you doing?"
That looks like... blood... in a kitchen?
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"Shit," he mutters.
He finishes off the bag, snips open another with a pair of scissors. As he resumes pouring he picks up the tablet with his free hand, studying the young woman on the screen, committing her face to memory.
"I'm doing us all a favor," he says grimly.
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That's just not cool. By now, she's made it to the floor below her own. The scenery is shifting around her as she walks, though, and she's wearing a rather upset expression.
"You can't do that!"
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