Comments | the_blank_slate: Who are the people in your neighborhood...

flash_demon in the_blank_slate

Who are the people in your neighborhood...

Mar 21, 2007 22:06

Crowley had grown weary of reading the books he'd gotten to take to Aziraphale in the clinic, so he sauntered into the rec room to do battle with the bookshelf. He had always believed that Good and Evil were just names of sides, but that was until he'd encountered the shelf and the jukebox. Leave it to Knowledge and Electronics to prove to him ( Read more... )

roxy harvey, chris stevens, delirium, arthur castus, tim canterbury, cameron watanabe, violet baudelaire, peter pan, greg sanders, jane lipton, dr. james wilson, dr. owen harper, cj cregg, crowley, joshua lyman, stu redman, jamie madrox, nita callahan, claire bennet, death, jack harkness, mrs bennet

Comments 205

Jack Harkness bennet_beauty March 22 2007, 02:13:40 UTC

Jane was in search of him, that much she knew, and she paused to briefly catch Stuart's eye and shyly and lovingly wave in his direction before continuing onwards to find Jack. "Jack," she greeted, draping herself over the sofa as she peered at him. "You are just the man I was looking for."

Re: Jack Harkness captainjack March 22 2007, 02:29:43 UTC

"Jane," he said, his smile dazzling and entirely for her. "What can I do for you?"

Re: Jack Harkness bennet_beauty March 22 2007, 02:38:43 UTC

She smiled warmly in return, shifting and lifting her skirts into her lap as she drew her vest about her torso. "Well," she remarked. "I have spoken to all but you. You are coming to Stuart's birthday ball this Sunday, yes?" she inquired hopefully, eyes bright.

Re: Jack Harkness captainjack March 22 2007, 02:41:19 UTC

"Of course," he laughed. "I missed one party...I won't let it happen again. Will you save me a dance?"

Thread 27

Chris Stevens endlessdel March 22 2007, 02:30:21 UTC

Delirium entered the room, head buried in a book. She was wearing cut off jeans and her pink bikini top, and no fishnets. She always ruined the fishnets when she went swimming, getting them snagged on rocks or on branches as she went to the beach. She planned on finding more fishies for her sister and for herself. She wondered if the island had dogfish.

Avoiding the people around the bookshelf she stared at the books ignoring the more obvious titles ('Madness and You', '4.48 Psychosis', 'So you used to be an anthropomorphic personification') and started to look for the recipe books and aquatic lifeform books. Walking along the bookshelf she finally bumped into a warm body. Turning her head she smiled at the person. "hELLo taLK man,"

Re: Chris Stevens chrisinthemorn March 22 2007, 02:33:17 UTC

"Hello, kissing girl," Chris said, brushing his hair back from his face. He held a book of Whitman's poetry and one about cultural sensitivity as he smiled warm and genuine. "Hey, date. Right. You want to be my date to a dance on Saturday? I saw a note on the bulletin board. Sounds like a happening thing, you know?"

Re: Chris Stevens endlessdel March 22 2007, 02:50:32 UTC

"yOU Mean mY jAnE'S BaLL? iT iS oN soL's daY SiLLY. sUnday." Delirium said standing on tip toes to kiss him. As she distracting him she swapped her book on spin quantization for the book of poetry. Pulling away she hid the book behind her back with a cheeky grin. "bUt wE cOULd dO bOTh. datE twiCe oN sATurdaY anD suNday, thEn suNdAY WOuLd bE THe thiRD date. tHat is huMan proTocoL appaRantLY aLthouGh i dOn'T know WHy YOu can'T just LOOse the CLothES AND havE SEX with mE noW."

Re: Chris Stevens chrisinthemorn March 22 2007, 02:57:04 UTC

Chris hadn't had anyone try the old switcheroo on him in ages. Not since Montana. But since it wasn't, say, the key to his hog, he pretended not to notice. Whatever she replaced the book with would likely be interesting.

"Oh, right, right. Well, what if we do something Saturday and Sunday I'll make you breakfast?" he offered, obviously not concerned with some arbitrary three-date-thing. Life was too short.

Thread 11

Jack Harkness violet_ribbons March 22 2007, 03:11:31 UTC

If Violet has been a different girl, she would perhaps not be happy with the books that the island bookcase was choosing to give her. After all, getting items that were resolutely not the ones that you wished for was hardly anyone's cup of tea. However, Violet hummed as she bent and peered at the bookshelf, tugging out book after book with schematics and inventions and articles about Tesla- but few were in English, or had anything to do with spiral staircases. Or concrete, or anything else that would fall under the category of 'helpful'.

She'd noticed Claire lying on the floor, and at least she seemed to have found what she was looking for (... Violet had never been interested in romance novels- or perhaps she'd never had the time.)

Her brows knit as she made a noise of frustration, and then the radio started blaring some- some music-If you could call it that. "Eugh." She stood, and turned without realising that there was someone behind her, and she found herself nose-to-chest (why had she stopped growing when she was thirteen?) to ( ... )

Re: Jack Harkness captainjack March 22 2007, 03:33:38 UTC

Jack caught her by the shoulders before they crashed into one another and looked down at her with a warm smile. "Hello," he purred, his voice as deep and enchanting as his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Re: Jack Harkness violet_ribbons March 22 2007, 03:37:26 UTC

Violet blinked, her cheeks turning red in likely 3.5 seconds. He was- Well. Obviously he was attractive. Because the island seemed to be swarming with attractive men, and-

Because Violet was a smart girl, she cut that particular line of thought short. "H-Hello. I'm- I mean, I'm okay." She flashed a smile, her arms full of the books she'd rescued. "Sorry- I mean, I didn't mean to crash into you. Even though I didn't."

... Her brows knit. "... I should just start over. I'm Violet Baudelaire."

Re: Jack Harkness captainjack March 22 2007, 04:02:02 UTC

"Hello there, Violet. I'm Jack Harkness," he said, letting her go once she seemed steady. "You have a baby sister, right? Sunny?" he asked, flattered a little by the blush of a young girl. Not that he'd do anything about it.

He had a few scruples. Not many, but some.

Thread 17

Greg Sanders wizard_alive March 22 2007, 03:17:20 UTC

Nita was in search of more scratch paper, but that'd lead her down the road of getting everyone in the universe's old notebooks. While that worked, she found herself getting drawn into the books of the neat girl who color-coded and outlined everything, even 'my professor is an idiot', and then the boy (she was guessing from the handwriting) that scrawled all his notes every which way.

She was balanced on her crutches, not realising until she actually moved to, well, move that holding onto the notebooks and her crutches was going to be nigh impossible. "Err- I'm sorry, but could you hold these?" There was a nice-looking guy who was just sitting, and... well. She hoped she wasn't bugging him too much.

Re: Greg Sanders sanders_csi March 22 2007, 03:41:02 UTC

Greg looked up, almost looking surprised that someone was talking to him. Then his eyebrows rose higher when he realised it was Grissom...except not.

The blush at the memory of the way her boobs felt made him turn crimson.
Wrong wrong young wrong shut up shut up

"Uh, sure. No problem," he said, his mouth remarkably dry as he took the stuff.

Re: Greg Sanders wizard_alive March 22 2007, 03:54:45 UTC

Nita used the crutches to swing her way over to the sofa. "Thanks." She reached out for the books again, careful to not lean to much on her bad ankle. "I'm Nita, by the way." She smiled wide, her eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Who're you?"

Re: Greg Sanders sanders_csi March 22 2007, 04:05:24 UTC

"Nita," he repeated, almost shocked his voice didn't crack. "I'm Greg Sanders? I work in the lab and am totally cool with you being a girl and stuff."

Oh, CRAP! SHUT UP!

Thread 9

Crowley jamesmadrox March 22 2007, 03:37:00 UTC

Jamie had been on the Island for two weeks today. In that relatively short time, he had discovered that there were three kinds of people there. The ones who had had powers, the ones who didn't but accepted that they existed, and the ones who had no freakin' clue. He had met a sampling of all three and was at a loss as to which made for the better company.

This is relevant because the rec room had a startling amount of people in it today and he wasn't quite sure where to place himself. He had half a mind to stop by the Clinic to see if he could find Addison - they did agree to run some blood samples, after all - but Jamie wanted to do something normal. Something like read a book ( ... )

Re: Crowley flash_demon March 22 2007, 03:50:47 UTC

"Good luck with that, mate," Crowley snorted, plucking a dog eared King James Version from the shelf and offering it up. "This is all I ever get. Miss Marple isn't in it, as I'm sure you're aware."

Re: Crowley jamesmadrox March 22 2007, 03:58:24 UTC

Jamie took the offered Bible and flipped through it, not really looking.

"Religious?" Jamie asked, "Or is the bookshelf fucking with you?"

Jamie paused for a moment, considering what he just said.

"That's definitely not something I ever imagined myself saying. Ever."

Re: Crowley flash_demon March 22 2007, 04:11:14 UTC

Crowley chuckled, a rasping hiss of a man too long at the bar with a constant cigarette. "Fucking with me. Couldn't touch one before here, now it seems to think I have some catching up to do. But it's bollocks. I helped write parts of it. Crikey, I'm in it, so I should know."

Thread 31