Hub Gathering Post

[coffee_sir]

It had happened again. Or at least Ianto assumed as he headed toward the Hub around noon that Friday. There was a general buzz about the place, the frantic flurry of people trying to figure out just how buggered they were by the island this time. It was a nervous tension, then added upon by glee or misery as islanders decided what to do with

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[hastrustissues]

Wichita seems to be remarkably unaffected by everything going around her - which, in her mind, is something she's completely fine with. Although she's momentarily pissed about not being given a cool power like some people, she doesn't envy others in their situation, and so to be going through relatively untouched right now is something she's pretty grateful for at the end of the day.

That being said, every moment like this is totally made better with the inclusion of alcohol, and that's why she heads into the bar with everyone else. Call it morbid curiosity, boredom or maybe a mixture of the two - that and the desire to toss down a few drinks before she wanders off in search of her boyfriend. As far as Wichita's concerned, there are worse ways to spend an evening.

She inadvertently jostles someone on her way to the bar - or, more accurately, she goes for the same stool as someone else, and realizing her mistake, chuckles softly. "Sorry, man."

[spirited_hero]

[hastrustissues]

"Whoa, what the - "

It's safe to say that Wichita does something of a double-take - a triple-take, even, considering who's just tried to take the same spot she's going for. Up until now, she's seen some pretty freaky things thanks to the island getting its kicks, but sitting next to someone who's been turned into a living, breathing cartoon is something else entirely.

"Sorry," she says, by way of apologizing for her stare. She's almost certain that she's not high - in fact, she's positive there's nothing pumping through her system at this very minute, and a part of her almost wishes there was. Maybe it'd make this easier to deal with.

[spirited_hero]

[spirited_hero]

[noblerworld]

Seifer blinked once. He hadn't minded becoming a woman and he was hardly so insecure that he minded not having new abilities, bravery and skill could easily make up the gap in power. But if this was how everyone was acting, he wasn't sure he was capable of getting through this weekend without killing somebody.

"Wonderful," he muttered dryly. "Where did you even find a hot dog?"

[spirited_hero]

[noblerworld]

Okay, he had to admit that was actually funny.

"Heh."

[wingerguarantee]

There were two monkeys trailing him.

Jeff didn't go into the Hub meaning to have them come in with him. In fact, he expected the noisy little assholes to to be scared away by the crowd, but no, no, they were apparently intent on sticking by him. They followed him all the way to the table he sat down at, both obediently sitting down on top of it, watching him with their beady monkey eyes.

"What do you guys want?" he asked, exasperated, when glaring at them for a little while did nothing to get rid of them.

"Food!" one chirped, which, to anyone else nearby sounded like the usual noise a monkey would make. Not to Jeff, though. No, he'd been able to hear every word from their mouths since he'd come across the first one. The other echoed the same sentiment, and Jeff just snorted in derision.

"If you two think I'm feeding you because you can ask me for some, you're insane. And get off the table," he said. It was a command he expected to be completely ignored, but the two scurried down immediately. It was enough to get his attention, and

[shewaswarned]

Ellen's only been on the island less than a month, and as far as she's concerned, she thinks she's adjusted remarkably well, but even she couldn't have prepared herself for this, the fact that the island seems to be going completely crazy. People are shedding skin and turning pink and throwing fireballs and spontaneously regenerating, and somewhere during all the chaos she's realized that she's staying exactly the same. She still can't decide whether or not that's a relief or something of a disappointment.

She looks up from her martini just in time to catch the end snippets of a conversation, and can't resist a grin when she sees that only half of the speakers is human. Still confusing is the part where Jeff seems to be understanding whatever the monkeys are trying to communicate to him. She downs the remaining contents of her glass and slips down from her barstool, making her way over to his table.

"You brought some friends?" she asks, lips curving into a smirk.

[wingerguarantee]

He probably should've seen being spotted by someone coming. That it was someone he'd rather not look insane in front of made things considerably worse. Sitting up and ignoring the banana it was trying to give him, he cleared his throat.

"I can't get rid of them," he said, sounding frustrated. "I woke up and I could understand them and now they won't leave."

It wasn't as if Ellen could do anything. And he'd been followed by even more earlier. It was like they had some kind of network for monkeys that let them know one human could talk to them.

[shewaswarned]

"You woke up with the ability to understand monkeys?" Ellen asks, trying not to sound too incredulous. Given what she's already seen today, though, being able to talk to monkeys isn't that farfetched of a concept right about now.

Jeff doesn't seem too pleased about it, and she doesn't exactly blame him. She offers a smile of condolence as she takes a seat at his table, only after motioning for another drink for herself. "They probably appreciate the fact that someone can understand them."

[one__song]

Judging by the dude arguing with some monkeys outside, Roger isn't the only one having a broke-down day. He woke up this morning feeling exactly the same he always did (maybe minus a little bit of joint pain, but chalk that up to complete inactivity the day before), but Dean had to show him something. Had to. It was important and pants were optional.

There had just begun to be rumblings about the internet a few years back before Roger had ended up on the island. But he'd never heard of 'wifi.' And while he was intimately aware of porn, he had not, apparently, known porn as Dean did.

Something like six hours later, Roger finally emerged. A few hours were whisked away on Angua's laptop inspected this novelty, but then Roger grew bored and hungry. But when Roger left, Dean said, the wifi stopped working. Dean said he needed the internet to be working

[zuckered]

He's on the search for a signal.

It only takes a quick trip to the Compound and back before Mark manages to find enough heavy cloth to pull together a series of straps that enable him to browse the net while still having full mobility. Already, the keys of his laptop are growing worn with the speed of his browsing, catching up on all of the news that he's interested around the world, reading about the latest devices and technology (that Spotify program is looking pretty cool, if he does say so himeslf), reading about the updates in his own life in the three or so years the internet allows him to look ahead

[one__song]

He's a dork, that much would have been certain before he even opened his mouth, but Mark was a dork too. And the fact that Roger's just referred to Mark in the past tense is really, really dampening his already murky mood.

"What?" Roger squints, a little incredulous. "Why?"

[zuckered]

"Because," Mark immediately replies, his voice a quick an impatient cadence- he'd tap his foot if it'd do him any good. "I think you're letting off a WiFi signal, and I want to test just to be sure. Normally, with all the chaos and craziness on the island, I'd ask you directly, but without a laptop or smartphone in your hands, I get the feeling you may not even have any idea of the amazing access to technology that you're broadcasting right now."

He pauses, a small concession.

"Correct me if I'm wrong."

[ilovemykilt]

It's no secret that Priestly's been having a hard time lately. Just getting out of bed in the morning has been a struggle, and finding a reason to do anything beyond the basic necessities has been an ongoing battle. But something is different about today.

Everything is different about today.

Priestly gets up in the morning and feels good about himself. He feels great about himself. He cleans himself up and fixes his hair and goes for a nice long run on the beach. Priestly has never gone for a run in his life. And when he gets back to the treehouse, sweat adding artistic twists to his hair and leaving him looking ruggedly handsome, he smells amazing.

"I'm in a bar," he says, and then he is. Sitting at the Hub with a fruity drink in a big glass, a huge umbrella poking out of the top. A very manly fruity drink that he makes look even more manly when he picks it up in his manly hand.

Oh, today is going to be a good day. But then, why shouldn't it be?

[velation]

The Hub is the only place where Faye finds reprieve tonight. The only place that allows her to cope with the fact that people left and right seem suddenly capable of amazing things, many of them dangerous, and every single one twisting her up inside with a strange mix of fear and envy. In some ways, she might even be able to compare it to home, people being more than willing to burn through whatever amount of resources, money, or energy they need into making themselves better for a day. Faster. More capable. And when the going got rough on the deserts of Venus or the tundra of Mars, what did she do?

Head straight for the bar, listening to the murmurs passed between men intoxicated, rumors in the air.

It's a bit too loud for that to work here, of course, and it's only made worse yet when someone- his eyes, his face shockingly familiar, even if the expression is anything but- appears in a flash on the seat next to her own.

"Nice choice of drink," she remarks with a raised brow.

[ilovemykilt]

Priestly pauses to take a long, slow, smooth sip of his manly fruity drink, and lets out a satisfied sigh afterwards.

"My drink is better than the other drinks," he says. "Don't you wish you had one too?"

And then she does, with a flourish, because what could be better than sharing a cool drink on a hot day with a beautiful woman by his side?

"I have no idea what's happening, but it's spectacular."

[velation]

With a small gasp of surprise, Faye eyes the drink with narrowed eyes. There's no way that anyone can pass a sleight of hand by her that easily, not after she's spent years herself perfecting the act. He must be affected by the same magic that's given so much of the island their powers, temporary gifts until the island has the whim to take them back again. That's how it works. What she can't seem to pin down is the way he's acting. Does he want to score that badly? Or is that just part and parcel with becoming an ultimate seduction machine?

(If it's the latter, she's not really buying it.)

"People all over the island seem to be capable of doing strange things today," Faye replies, plucking the umbrella out of her drink with a fascinated look. "Maybe your ability is producing fruity cocktails."