"Are you okay?"

Connor opened the eye that he could open and saw a pretty red head looking down at him. "Am I dead?" he asked.

"No."

"Then I'm not okay."

"In my experience, if you can banter, you'll live." Willow said, helping him to sit up. "Sweetie, never try to break up a catfight. Especially not between Slayers. Not unless you use magic. You have memories of going to high school, didn't you learn that?"

A bandage covered much of Connor's right cheek, and that eye was still swollen shut. Live and learn.

*Thud*

"Stupid lack of depth perception."

[Open post, stuff in italics is exposition.]

Murdock had finally gotten some furniture in and along with it all was a shiny new barbacue grill. This he promptly took to the roof, stopping at each floor to stick up hasty-made signs.

Faith cranked the stereo louder. "Somebody save me, I’m close to the edge..." She bopped around her office, lighting a cigarette.

"Someone to fill me with life, give me dreams I never had. Somebody save me, and answer my pleas.. someone to lift me back up and to put my heart at ease..."

She flicked her ashes into an ashtray and sat down, boots kicked up on the desk, still singing at the top of her lungs.

[ooc: Faith IS around, no matter what Greta says. :p Slowplay is love, and this post is as open as her office door!]

Greta showed Maia out through the open french doors to the courtyard. "Now darling, you see that lovely area of grass over there," she said pointing to a spot in the garden beside the koi pond. There was already a blanket laid out where she had been soaking up the warmth of the sun earlier in the day. "That is where you will come spend the rest of this beautiful afternoon with me once you've got all settled in your room. There's plenty more where this came from," she said, holding up her joint and taking a drag.

She placed a key in Maia's hand. "Room number 23, 2nd floor."

Maia thanked the driver and stepped out, a small bag slung over her shoulder and another on little wheels that she pulled up to the entrance of the apartments. She looked more like a guest at a hotel than someone moving in.

Stepping into the lobby she saw an older woman behind the counter. Taking a breath, she walked over to the counter.

"Excuse me," She said with a soft smile, "I have a reservation to check in, under Maia Rutledge."

Murdock could have just as easily made his own coffee in his own apartment, but the coffee shop had the advantage of possible company.

Plus, the coffee tasted a whole lot better.

He camped out in one of the over-stuffed chairs with a cup of black coffee and an apple danish. The staff preferred him there since the tables gave too much opportunity to re-create the leaning tower of Piza with coffee straws and sugar packets.

What? It was art!

(tis open, I'm bored, yadda yadda)

Faith sat at her desk, listening to some loud music. Her booted feet were kicked up on the desktop, and she was idly swinging a very large keyring around on her index finger.

The sign on the door said, "By appointment only".

[ooc: making an appearance, so y'all know your Faithful super is still around, massive slowplay, though the post is open to all, regardless of the sign :)]

Jellee, once satisfied that her decks and equipment were set up just as she liked them, looked around, and noticed Greta coming towards her, drinks and hookah pipe in hand. She winked at her and held up a speaker of her headphones to her ear and set the vinyl to play.



ooc: Make yourself comfy. Mod your drink orders. Feel free to request songs. Mod any snacks. And above all, have fun! YAY PARTYSAUCE! (and slowplay to the max)

Bella and Buffy came into the lobby of the Towers. Bella was still aflutter from the flight.
She was not impressed with the grandness for she had seen it all before. She had of course, much to Buffy's assurances that she didn't need to, sent the bags ahead. Blacks never carry their own baggage. What would people think if they saw her dragging a trunk up the high street? Would be on the front page of the Quibbler indeed if she were spotted.

Willy Wonka appeared outside the massive building. Checking to make sure he tinted the glass on the elevator, he stepped out onto the street.

"Well isn't this a lovely place to live?" He said to nobody in particular. "It is very nice indeed. So many lovely empty rooms on such a busy street."

He made sure his gloves were in place as he entered the lobby. "Oh I do hope they have hot chocolate. I do love hot chocolate. It's so yummy good and full of happy things."

He stepped up to the counter.

Spotting a shiny silver bell he rang it once, giggling he rang it again and then a third time for good measure. You never know if someone can't hear, it's nice to make sure you do things properly.

Murdock didn't have much to move in. Or so he kept telling himself. Yet it seemed to take forever to get his stuff from the lobby to the apartment. Mostly he had some books, his stereo with the tapes and records, clothes, random holiday decorations, tools...

Good lord, had the plane been that full? And the cabbie had not been amused by all the boxes either. At least the extra tip made him shut up about being a passenger service, not a moving truck thankyouverymuch.

Which had of course left Murdock hauling his plethora of boxes from where the cabbie had dumped them in the lobby to the new apartment. But it was all good. At least he would be able to settle in right away.

Minus any furniture, of course.

(ooc: says Friday, but tag whenever you want. I be easy that way. and crazydude has landed! ;)

Rosalie had seen the sign go up outside the building weeks ago. She parked her car out front and contemplated her options. All the moving around was getting tedious and she had been feeling that it was finally time for her to have a base. She took a deep breath and made a final decision. "Home sweet home," she said aloud, shrugging and got out of the car. In the blink of an eye she was standing at the front step and then inside the lobby. She looked around, nodded in approval to herself and walked up to the reception desk.

Greta watched as the smoke slowly swirled up from her cigarette. She sighed deeply and put the cigarette to her lips, took a drag and then sunk down under the water of her bubble bath. Then, without lifting her head out from under the water, she dropped the butt in the trashcan beside the bath. As she lay there she supposed that it was best to actually leave her room once in a while and fulfill some duty as a landlady. That nagging sense of the need to take some responsibility started rearing its ugly little head again and she didn't like it. But she hadn't even bothered to collect rent since the place had opened. She raised up out of the water, sighed again and got out of the bath, trailing puddles of water on the floor as she sauntered to her bedroom. She wrapped a bathrobe around herself and then gracefully plopped herself down on her couch, put her feet up and reached behind her head for the phone. She dialed a number and, as it rang, leaned over and grabbed a cigarette and lighter from the coffee table.

Taking a deep drag and exhaling she listened as the number she dialed went to voicemail.
BEEP
"Oh I hate these things. Where are you, Faith darling? You should probably get the rent."

She paused for a moment and took another drag.

"From who I don't know," she said frowning. "Who darling? Does someone live here? I don't know."

She made a low, detached sound of amusement and hung up the phone.

FANDOM TOWERS IS NOW OPEN AND TAKING APPLICATIONS!

See the posts below for Application Forms. Come on in and don't be shy. We don't bite. Much. :P

The welcome desk is open; stacks of applications with clipboards are set out. Little festive signs with confetti and glitter line the walkways. Step right up and grab an application and WELCOME TO THE TOWERS where apartment living meets unique sunrises, oh not for our solar challenged guests though, we have special tempered glass so you don't wind up a pile of ash. Have some cookies and some sangria, don't forget to check out our wonderful floor plans.


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A long black limo pulled up outside The Towers, Walter exited quickly and held the door open for Ryn. She stepped from the car slowly and looked around at the town. Winter had set in long and hard, it was an ice field and the cold wind snapped harshly on her skin. Walter welcomed her back silently and she nodded, pulling her coat around her tightly she walked into the building.

Lindsay yawned and looked around, noting how quiet the lobby was this time of night. Morning? It was after midnight, which meant it was morning, right?

Something she could never get over was how shiny the lobby was. And quiet. Bit like a mausoleum, if you thought about it.

She jumped as the elevator dinged and stepped in as the doors opened. Sometimes, Lindsay thought, sometimes I think too much.

A new highly polished desk stood in the front lobby. It almost shone like a mirror when you looked at it. Ms. Ancilla was writing a note for Kyle's teacher thinking how she wanted to word it.

A welcome packet was on the desk next to her, she had a check in coming though at what time she wasn't sure.

Ms. Ancilla was sitting at her desk rummaging through a drawer. She was grumbling under her breath in search of something. Various sounds emitted from the her lips, cuss words, pencils being rattled about and snapping noises. "Damn it." She said now leaning to peer underneath her desk.

Nine months ago, she had kissed a girl.

She thought this abstractedly, thinking of the kiss she'd been terrified would ruin a friendship, thinking of the sensation of Susan Ivanova's lips. So many kisses since then, and yet...

She found herself wondering if Ivanova remembered, even standing outside the door - somehow this occasion did not seem suitable for just barging in without announcement as she had been doing - with a single rosebud in her hands, white and edged with a thin line of red.

Tonks was sitting on a balustrade, legs dangling over the edge. Perhaps not the best vantage point for someone as naturally clumsy as she.

Drop your Rent

It's Sunday, Ryn's in bed.

Maia stood several feet away from the dart board, glancing around quickly she gave her dart a toss and watched it sail through the air. Right on cue the dart hit dead center and she smiled. She might suck at most all other sports but at darts she could hold her own.

Ryn's back. Drop your rent.

The Rent box is up, Ryn is away at a conference until tomorrow afternoon. Walter is putting the box out and collecting.

Willy Wonka stood in the lobby of The Towers looking around. "It's very quiet in here. I like it." he said to nobody in particular. He seemed to be staring at a piece of glitter or something somewhat shiny that had been waxed into the floor.

Ivanova was attempting the one thing Ivanovas shouldn't really attempt: a good homecooked meal.

She was about ready to throw her frying pan through a window.

Maia sat in a corner of The Towers gardens, a little pile of twigs in front of it. She was waving her wand at them, little sparks emitting from the end as she tried to catch the twigs on fire. It seemed all she could do was make little sparks but it made her happy. She stuck a leaf to the end and waved it around, her back to anyone who might approach so she could quickly hide what she was doing.

Filing?

So overrated.

Excersiing?

Well she was already dead, what good would that do?

As for eating... that was always something she could do, and so, George was in a cafe, eating.

Damn, death was good sometimes.

Camulus had needed to get out of the office. Ba'al was planning some kind of grand inspection tour that had his underlings scurrying to straighten up the place, and the whole thing reeked of Goa'uld oppression. So he had grabbed his work and tried to find some place where he wouldn't have annoying Ancients demanding attention.

This smoking room seemed to suit his purposes marvellously, as he sat as a table with his sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, and even feeling comfortable in this blasted pants for once.

[[Open to everyone. Maybe even annoying Ancients demanding attention.]]

Ivanova could feel her, er, borders expanding from all this being studious and such that she was doing. So she was putting herself right back on an exercise routine to rival the one she had been forced to endure during her Academy days.

At the moment, that meant pummelling the living daylights out of a poor, defenseless punching bag.

[[Open for anyone!]]

Tonks had taken over for the last bit of the flight into London. Maia leaned against Tonks' back, she was tired but she kept her hands firmly around the other woman's waist.

The night was warm, the sky a deep, velvety blue. The occasional wisp of a cloud drifted to cover the moon.

"Pretty," Tonks remarked, waist-deep in the water, turning to look at her companion. Her tone implied that she was talking about more than the shrouded moon.

There is a shop called Wheezes with it's door propped open with a silver and gold toad that made random sounds as people came in and out of the shop.

I guess the place is open.

In the lobby, the following flyers appear . . .

( Poster )


Text:
Lammastide

Food and fellowship
Feasting, Music, Storytelling

Tuesday, August 1
The park
3pm and on

Geoffrey had just arrived at the towers, and was checking out the facilities after getting as much unpacked as he could stand to do at that moment. He quickly hung the towel he had brought on the back of a chair and made his way over to the steps of the pool, slipping out of his flip flops and sticking a foot in. A little cool, but that was what a pool was for right? Cooling off.

Slowly he made his way down the steps and into the water. It felt nice, and he certainly liked the tropical feel of the place. Slowly he waded out into the water just allowing himself to float around a bit. It was relaxing.

[[ Feel free to bug him. He's new. :D ]]

( Failure to Pay Rent Notices were placed on the doors of the following residents )

Ennis Delmar
Jack Harkness

Ms. Ancilla was stowing away files and preparing failure to pay rent notices for the month of July. She was a little late on that this month but since Shush got back and since Kyle had stepped into her life, she had other things on her mind.