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Jan. 12th, 2013 01:43 am
atticted: get what's in your hand out of my face. (what: not in your face it's in my hand)
[personal profile] atticted
[ Just one last man to talk to, this way, that way, down this alley and out into a wide street – he loved the passages one could find if they wished in New York City. They were, in a more gridlike manner, quite similar to home. While he could hardly be labelled in any form to be 'nostalgic', he did still enjoy the familiar on occasion. The taste of the air, the sound of the sights, the feel of the colours; it all came together sometimes.

What was a little odd – and he immediately noticed this – was that the wide street he stepped out into was neither A. the one he'd expected it to be; nor B. all that wide a street. A was easily enough taken care of – he knew where he was as a point of geographical certainty, so something entirely different had taken place. B found itself to be vaguely more complicated, as it meant that he had, in fact, stepped out right in front of a number of wheeled people. Sudden encounter quite taken care of, Sherlock straightened, cocking his jaw out to one side a bit as he glanced around his impossibly new surroundings. Whatever remains. Indeed. ]


Meanwhile, elsewhere . . .

[ She'd gone to get tea for them, which was normal.Normal orders for both of them. On her way back to meet Sherlock (what precisely he was doing he'd been vague on, but there was a meeting place at least), she'd taken a shortcut through an alley.

And, in the twist to events that promptly turned this entire thing very very not normal, she'd looked down to avoid tripping at the end of the alley and looked up to find herself walking out into what looked like a town that was definitely not New York. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Her first step had been to look behind her just in case she could backtrack into the alley she'd definitely been in a moment ago, but it wasn't there anymore. Then she'd pulled out her cell phone, but there wasn't any reception. So now here she is, wandering the streets of Burby with two teas in her hand and trying to make some sense of this whole thing. ]



[ ooc: okay, so, you can run into either of them separately, or, eventually, the pair of them, as they're going to find each other at some point relatively quickly. whatever works. ]

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Jan. 7th, 2013 09:15 pm
genkigoth: (pic#5327990)
[personal profile] genkigoth
[The earth rumbles and shakes. OH MY GOD, EARTHQUAKE!!!

Except. If you're on the west side of town, you may notice a new addition.



While the rest of Burby is bright and sunny, the sky above the mansion is cloudy.

A young girl peeks hesitantly out the window. Will you come knock on the door?]
o_tea_p: (Confused: O_O)
[personal profile] o_tea_p
When; January 5 (characters who wander in will come back out the same day, no matter how long they spend in TNG!verse)
Canon Universe; Star Trek: The Next Generation
Participants; Open! You can wander in the same location as Iroh, or find yourself on a different part of the Enterprise entirely
 
Read more... )

6 ♜ spar

Jan. 3rd, 2013 08:46 pm
lawbender: (Default)
[personal profile] lawbender
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[ There have been notices going up in various places across the town... the bar, the grocery, here and there. They are very simple. They say that there is a resident looking for sparring partners. Preferably experienced, preferably with some kind of elemental ability. But really, she can't be too picky. ]

[ You might run into Lin hanging these posters, or at another time, Lin going for a run, wearing a plain white tank top, dark pants, and a pair of boots that have metal soles. Or perhaps you're answering her ad - in which case, you are in a nice large clear space slightly outside of town, where the smooth ground does not betray the strength she can bring to bear on it.

In any case, you should probably say hi. ]

Open!

Dec. 10th, 2012 09:27 pm
element_wizard: (Ghostly moon)
[personal profile] element_wizard
Alec has been quietly busy.

Bopping in and out of places within time and between.

To do what?

He's found an unused shop of his own and has been renovating it.

For a given value of renovate.

There's junk all over the place. Odds, ends, odd ends, things and whatsits, lots of books, shiny objects and everything else.

Come check it out

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Nov. 13th, 2012 09:04 pm
lawbender: (Default)
[personal profile] lawbender
[voice]

Last month's expedition was... regrettable. I would like to apologize to those who answered my call and were injured.

Troven, I think I owe you a drink.
watsonyourmind: (Default)
[personal profile] watsonyourmind
There are two girls in the town square, pressing brightly-colored flyers into the hands of any people who happen to pass by. This is what the flyers say:

CONSULTING DETECTIVES CLUB
Burby branch

Now recruiting! No experience necessary!
Join us for an experience you won't soon forget!
Contact Shirley Holmes or Jane Watson for meeting details.


It's sort of funny how threatening that accidentally sounds. At least the girls seem friendly. Perhaps you should come say hello.
timegirl: (ix)
[personal profile] timegirl
Wordlessly, hesitantly, a young girl is making her way into town. She walks slowly, gazing about her as she does, her fingers brushing and lingering on the leaves of each plant she passes by. Now and again, she looks up at the sky, watching the clouds move and shift the light. Clearly, her surroundings are deeply fascinating to her.

Her clothing is well-worn, darkened with age and abuse; an old-fashioned, plain apron dress hangs down to her calves, sitting atop a dark shirt, the sleeves not quite reaching her elbows. Her laced ankle boots are crafted of an equally weathered brown leather, and she steps gingerly over the stones as she wanders onto paths.

As enthralled as she is, when she isn't marveling at the sky or the plants - taken in by the bright and vibrant living things - she's looking eagerly around at anyone who passes her by. She is clearly looking for someone.
watsonyourmind: (Default)
[personal profile] watsonyourmind
[ A series of tweets have been posted to the network, instead of to Twitter. Oops. ]

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
I think my roommate slipped me drugs.
less than 4 minutes ago from text

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
Pretty sure I just saw several people with pointy ears.
less than 3 minutes ago from text

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
Did I sleepwalk into a scifi con? When did I fall asleep?
less than 1 minute ago from text


[ ooc: Jane is currently wandering around the outskirts of town. Please feel free to interrupt/intercept/etc. ]

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Oct. 9th, 2012 11:20 am
nopolicelikeholmes: (interested)
[personal profile] nopolicelikeholmes
There is a young lady in the square. It may not have been obvious when she appeared; she's just a normal woman - taller than average - in a brown trenchcoat. But she's there now, looking about her with a sense of curiosity that seems to want to take in everything and store it away forever. She's staring, possibly staring at you and reading you like a book. And apparently you're one of those really good books - the kind with more questions than answers, the kind that keeps you turning the pages long after you should have gone to bed - because her dark eyes glimmer with interest at each new aspect she notices and there's just the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Amazing," she murmurs to no one in particular, "no two of them are alike."

[ ooc: I now have a permissions post set up, with a thing to fill out if you do/don't want your characters to be deduced. ]
lawbender: (Default)
[personal profile] lawbender
[voice]

For anyone who hasn't heard, the new forest is quite dangerous. If you cannot defend yourself adequately, please stay away.

However, at this moment, I am looking for volunteers to investigate it. If you are of sound mind and body, and not afraid of possible physical and spiritual danger, I would appreciate your help.

[ For anyone wishing to argue or sign up with Lin in person, you can probably find Lin in any number of places about town. ]
meanswell: (pic#4817929)
[personal profile] meanswell
He sits at the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey and looking like he's been here forever even though it's been, dunno, 10 years since he last wandered through, give or take. The bartender, who's always happy to talk and flirt, is giving him a wide berth, probably still remembering the time she spent as a mockingbird. It wasn't his fault that she had wanted to sing like a bird.

He sighs and stares into his glass, the loneliest sight you've ever seen. There's not much he wouldn't give for some company right now.




[ooc: Make arrangements for what the deal will be and how it will go wrong here!]
element_wizard: (Yes I see)
[personal profile] element_wizard
It may have been noticed that very few things - if anything - fazed Alec. He went through the situation with a bright, often manic, smile on his face gleefully poking anything that required to be poked and things that didn't.

Which is why his behavior was remarkably strange when it came to a forest that suddenly showed up overnight. Admittedly it wasn't the nicest looking of forests. It called to mind every nightmarish forest that has existed. The branches were all skeletal and bare and they reached up towards the sky as if clawing for help. Despite the lack of wind they creaked and groaned. Things whispered constantly offering promises of anything, release, power, a merry good time.

Just barely visible through the branches were seven, bleached white skeletons -skeletons that should have long fallen apart- with nooses around their necks and just the shreds of clothing.

As for Alec, he stood near the edges of the woods, just out of the reach of its shadows, looking like he'd just seen the scariest fucking thing in his life and wasn't going to move least it attack him.



((Ooc note: The forest is, in Alec's world, where the seven eldest children of the first fey were murdered for no known reason. Haunted it now seeks more souls to join it in its misery. Going into it is a bad idea.))
loonyandproud: (Yeah Wellllllllll)
[personal profile] loonyandproud
[A VOICE. On the forums or whatever it is. A smooth, ridiculously fast Scottish radio voice, because Campbell is doing his radio voice for the occasion.]

This is Campbell Bain, comin' t'ye live fae who knows where? He certainly doesnae but he's broadcasting fae it all the same. It's no as nice as where I came from or where I've been cos it's all wee and cottage-y and probably populated strictly by sweet old ladies. And I'm sorry, but that's no my scene.

This'd be the part usually where I'd do some sorta intro t'the next song, but I've no brought any of my music again. I cannae stand always having t' put together my music library all over again. Is there naebody I can submit a complaint to? Probably one of the wee old ladies who I've gone and offended now. I'm sorry, hen, I didnae mean it, honest! I'll buy you new knitting needles! I'll bring ye as many cups of tea as you want!

[A thoughtful pause.]

D'ye know, I think I'm starting t' become an old hand at this.

[ooc: HE JUST BROADCASTED ALL OF THAT FROM A BENCH IN FRONT OF A SHOP. ACTION ACCEPTABLE.]

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Sep. 5th, 2012 09:39 pm
onlyforever: you'll find someone true (Don't defy me)
[personal profile] onlyforever
[Somewhere in the heart of Burby, the air is thick with magic.

The wind picks up.

Time seems to pause--

--and a man bursts into being, magic sparkling around his thin frame, hair and cloak whipping in the wind. He poses for a moment, the very picture of an ethereal being, inhuman and elegant...]


What?

[The illusion collapses and the air stills, but the man remains. He doesn't look any less otherworldly with his dramatic outfit and odd eyes, but the scowl on his face is anything but magical. "Annoyed" would be an excellent word to apply to his current attitude.]

Who do I get to blame for this inconvenience? Another irritating little girl? [His eyes narrow as he looks around. Understanding dawns.] It's you, isn't it? Faeries--noxious, noisome creatures. I've bested you once; if you insist on a rematch, however...

[A crystal sphere appears in one of his gloved hands and, with a flick of his wrist, it falls to the dirt. Instead of shattering, the crystal transforms into a rather spacious chair. The man drops into it bonelessly and rests his booted feet on one of the chair's arms.]

I'll be waiting.


[ooc: Jareth doesn't do technology, okay. Feel free to encounter him, however! (Oh, and I updated the permissions post; fourthwalling and David Bowie references are a-okay.)]
staysangry: (awkward)
[personal profile] staysangry
[Action]

[Bruce groans and wipes at his eyes. Alright, so waking up in a strange location is not a new experience for him. It fact it is a painfully, annoyingly common experience. All the same, he usually has some inkling towards what set him off in the first place. As far as he can remember, Tony was giving him a lift to the airport and…

Oh god, did Tony crash the car? That idiot, he told him he was being careless. And now look at what happened.

Except his usually cursory look around for damage yields unexpected results. He’s not in a crater of rubble for one thing (or by an idyllic stream and/or waterfall in the woods. The Other Guy tends to favour the one or the other), and for another he’s wearing clothes.

Bruce thinks he holds a healthy distrust of anything acting outside of the ordinary. He thinks he earned that. So it’s with a nervous glance around him that he fishes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up Tony’s number.]




[Network Post]

I woke up in a town square with no idea how I got here. But with pants on, this time. What the hell happened?



[ooc: Yes, Bruce attempted to send a text and it ended up on the internet. It happens. Smartphones are confusing, okay. Open action for around town!]
whatshesawthere: (happy - cheshire grin)
[personal profile] whatshesawthere
when; Sunday August 19th, evening
where; The Rabbit Hole Hotel
who; Your gracious host Alice Liddell AND YOU!
what;

[The Rabbit Hole Hotel is a glimmering beacon in the night, lit up with lanterns and fairy lights. Upon entering, any guests will be escorted to a formal ballroom, complete with elegant buffet. Guests are also free to explore the grounds and gardens, which have all been lit up for your enjoyment. Small nooks and crannies are also available for more intimate drinking and talk.

Your host, Alice, will be flitting about, talking to everyone as she can.]





[ooc: Threads will be set up for different sections of the party, but feel free to set up your own. Prose or action are both fine, the only rule is to MINGLE MINGLE MINGLE!]
manofiron: (your stupid is astonishing)
[personal profile] manofiron
[ Ordinary people might at least introduce themselves when making their first public address to whoever's out there on the other end of an unfamiliar network. Not Tony. In lieu of an introduction, or anything approaching a greeting, he says only this: ]

Okay. Seriously. What do you people do for fun around here?

[ The quiet sound of a sigh can be heard, followed by an under the breath mutter. ]

This place is killing me.
element_wizard: (Thinking about trouble)
[personal profile] element_wizard
Perhaps unlike others here, Alec isn't surprised to find himself in Burby. He doesn't even blink at it. Of course finding himself in fairy isn't unusual for him. Hell, Alec lived in fairy for a while. Still, fairy is an ever changing place and there's no way to actively explore all of it even if you had lifetimes.

So, he ambles down into the village and starts poking around.

Dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt with a long sword on his back and a Victorian era looking coat that's a brilliant, fiery red, he looks a bit on the odd side, even for people used to odd clothing combinations.

Come and say hi!



((Oh. Hai! Because I don't have a permissions post yet. Alec is a multiversal traveler and has been to different worlds so it's likely he'll be familiar with some of the canons here. For him, however it's not breaking the fourth wall, it's Oh, I was there a few years ago. Nice place.))

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