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Curzon Street, Mayfair

Absinthe, common sense, and thestrals

2/9/09 12:08 pm - [info]devastator6 - Once a gleaming example of old and new world charm...

... and now a smoldering city of rubble.

It came from nowhere, this invading horde of massive, sadistic robots with extraordinary abilities to repel assaults both technological and magical.

Titans of power stomp through the cityscape of London, uncaring as to the damage they wreak and the panic they sow.

Devastator, made up of Constructicons, is ironically apt at savage destruction, as he drives a fist through the clock face of Big Ben.

11/11/07 03:24 pm - [info]8th_castellan

With the familiar sound of an incoming PINpoint, Ramon is standing in the middle of his flat's living room. This is not unusual...except for the fact he's accompanied by two others that ARE a bit out of the ordinary.

Ramon still has a death grip on the thin, greenish-yellow person's upper arm, and still has the skull with eyeballs stuffed under his other arm. The moment of their teleportation had to happen right when the ground under their feet was buckling, so Ramon stumbles slightly once they're safely in the flat. Well, he often still stumbles anyways when PINpointing happens, because sudden displacement was never his thing. But at least he has torn-up ground to blame it on this time.

But they're safe for the time being, and that's what matters. Though Ramon only now looks around at their surroundings, having had no idea where they'd end up thanks to blindly pushing buttons. Far better here than, say, S headquarters.

So they're safe and he has houseguests now. First polite thing he could probably do for the pair is letting go of them, but his adrenaline-addled mind hasn't quite thought of that yet.

7/18/07 10:33 am - [info]h_hollister - For Harry Potter!

Hips leads the young man into her flat, flipping on all the lights as she goes. Olé, the bull mastiff not-puppy-really-even-though-he-thinks-he-is-still-that-size, whuffles over from down the hall, sniffing at the 'intruder' curiously. Don't worry, Harry, Olé is an old softy. But drooly. Watch your shoes.

"Here we are."

'Here' is a very nicely furnished flat in Mayfair, although there appears to be some still-getting-fixed fire damage around. Nothing gross or dangerous. Just vaguely dishevelled.

"Want anything to eat before you sack out?"
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6/5/07 05:41 pm - [info]h_hollister

Mere seconds after Ramon vanished into the ripped open portal, he reappears, dragging Hippolyta behind. This, of course, is due to the time fuckery on the other end of the portal, wherein three weeks passed HERE was three months on the other end. So, while Hips and Ramon struggled to get back, it literally took about three seconds on this end.

Oh, Nexus.

Hips is still in that weirdly bedraggled gold and white bikini, by the way. And still all baby-oiled up. And...yeah, Ramon's got a pretty good grip on the string of her top. To the point where, as they tumble through the portal, one of her breasts is exposed.

Good times, good times.

5/19/07 11:31 pm - [info]starsescapist - Homecoming? [open post]

It's been months since Jill has been spotted in Mayfair. For those who remember, things got pretty weird: she showed up with a snarky redhead who was drunk most of the time and then vanished without much notice as to where she was. Yeah, weird. Something about Umbrella goons and shenanigans in other worlds...

Yeah, whatever, she's back now! Dressed casually, she walks in through the lobby, shifting the weight of a stuffed backpack on her shoulder, glancing around occassionaly. She makes a beeline for the stairs and goes up to flat #202.

The door is opened and she's greeted with a cloud of... dust. Just dust, thankfully. There's no real damage from the fire, smoke or sprinklers that happened while she was away (which she still doesn't know about).

Jill coughs a bit and rubs at her nose as she treads deeper into the neglected apartment, leaving the door cracked behind her.

((My muse ran away, so I'm trying to find it again. I apologize in advance if my posts take awhile and/or are kind of, uh, not very good.))
Current Music: "So Like a Rose" -Garbage
Current Mood: exhausted

4/28/07 05:53 pm - [info]heeho

Some people may or may not have seen the powergaming obnoxious little Jack Frost-lookalike bopping around the Nexus, setting fire to random things, being a little snot, and partaking in other such destructive, annoying practices. No big deal, right? The Nexus always has his sort and they go as quickly as they came.

But when this one went, he went to Mayfair. That mischievous gleam is still in his eyes as he skips down the stairs, past all the apartments and eventually makes his way to the ground floor.

There's soon the sound of crackling flames. And when the nasty little imp scurries back up the steps, he tosses one or two other balls of flame as he goes.

The Mayfair Flats are on fire!

((HOLY SMACKS if your character(s) lives here or is even visiting (if you want an excuse to have your pup present), you'd better help do something about it! Or at least evacuate! Save you stuff! Or call for help! The flames are catching quick!))
Current Music: "This Fire"-Franz Ferdinand
Current Mood: mischievous

4/21/07 02:53 pm - [info]agnifireball

( It comes more as a pleasant shock than a worrisome one. )

((Heat's cooking breakfast, and a lot of breakfast. But he'll probably share. Feel free to invite yourself over!))
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Current Mood: amused

4/14/07 10:44 pm - [info]bamfs - sneak sneak sneak

A lone little bamf peeks in through the main doorway and looks up and down. Cast aside from the flock, or basically striving out on his own, he seeks a new place to play.

This place looks nice...and he can smell perfume.

Promising...
Current Mood: mischievous

4/2/07 03:05 pm - [info]bettern_errol - Movin' on up?

Someone, somewhere, (up there?) is playing the soundtrack to Casino Royale. The curious will find the door to apartment 304 (there's a 304?) cracked open and, should they peek in, will see a lot of boxes about the place. Someone seems to just be moving in.

Well, if the door is cracked and the music is playing, the person inside is probably pretty friendly. Knocking is always an option!
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Current Mood: cheerful

3/31/07 05:49 pm - [info]h_hollister

Party time in Mayfair!

This really should just be an annual event. Or bi-annual. Semi-annual? Whatever means twice a year. Heh.

Food. Tunes. Games. Drinks.

All that's missing is lots and lots of friends. Come join that, won't you?
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3/18/07 11:10 am - [info]turnabout_fey - Searching for 203

Visitors are nothing new to Mayfair, and today another new person finds their ways to the flats. This time, it's a young female attorney, whom is here for business, in a way. She's walking around the second floor of the flats, looking for a certain room number that belongs to one blue-haired man known as Ether. After all, he's the person whom invited her here in the first place. It's also painfully obvious that she's new to Mayfair and London itself, by her somewhat lost expression.
 
However, Mia wouldn't mind meeting new people accidentally, that or checking with someone to make sure she's at the right place. In fact, being a first-timer here, she could probably use the interaction as a chance to get to know London better.  

((Open post, FYI))
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3/11/07 01:24 pm - [info]sixtyonereasons - special editions! [apartment 204, for [info]notsogoldenbook]

The past week has been...stressful. Donna's not sure if she wants to really think too hard about any of it, but she's pacing her take-a-break apartment with her pinpoint and a half-empty glass of red wine, talking to her father's publisher. She's not especially interested in discussing the release of his books in special editions -- a decision made largely without her input, since his death -- but she's also not particularly interested in sitting around smoking herself into an early grave and doing absolutely nothing, which is more or less what she's been doing otherwise. 

Having left a note for Jonathan, she's not really expecting to be bothered. When she gets off the phone, she goes to sit in the window and smoke.

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Current Mood: anxious

3/9/07 08:50 pm - [info]8th_castellan

It was still a LITTLE weird to be back at the flat again. Even after Thundercracker had been moved out to another vacant apartment (that just sort of...appeared. Uh. The building is growing new rooms, was the best way that Hips could explain it, with a conclusion of 'Nexus LOL', but far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth.) Still weird because he doesn't like the fact he allowed himself to be chased away from his own, second home. And also because, well, Thundercracker was still around. Right next door, even. It was an unsettling feeling.

But, eh, he'd readjust. No worries there. As is, now is the time to set about to some reading and writing, as well as some of the 'homework' Hips and Jack have given him in learning some basics on finances. Which he left in the bedroom. Salazar heads towards the hallway, intent on grabbing it and bringing it out to the kitchen table to work on.

But freezes in mid-step halfway there. In the middle of the hallway, there is, right there, a yellow....thing. It has vacant, unblinking eyes, is vaguely duck-like, appears to be clutching its head, and is staring.

Just...staring.

Ramon does nothing. Sudden movements might startle it. Or...something.
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Current Music: "Pokémon Theme"-Billy Crawford
Current Mood: surprised

3/4/07 08:53 pm - [info]sixtyonereasons - Making Bad Decisions [apartment 204; for [info]justmathilda]

There are about a thousand reasons (good ones) that this is a really, really bad idea, but Donna is...not really known for her clear-headed decision making, especially when she's upset. And she is -- upset -- although she's skilled at not letting it spill over into other things. She's been keeping herself busy and distracted with the nexus (from her pinpoint, admittedly; she hasn't been into the nexus in a long while), and with chasing the children around. 

Now is not the time for that. Having sent Mathilda the coordinates for her London apartment, she arrives half an hour before she expects Mathilda to get there. Most of this half hour is spent fussing with the place to make sure everything is in it's right place and it doesn't look too...unlived in. There's only so much she can do, but she does it. 

By the time she's decided she's ready, she's even more wound up than she was when she got in. Jonathan is sleeping -- she left him a note -- and the children are safe. She reminds herself of this a few times, pacing by the window. Just...give her an hour to have a beer and a cigarette and unwind. That's all she needs. Right? That's all she needs.

Current Mood: anxious

2/21/07 11:53 pm - [info]crackofthunder - Desperate measures.

A dark and cold night near the building.

A haggard, gaunt and weary man has made his way in.

Slowly dragging himself up to the door he used to know.

Finally, he's reaches it, and he slumps against it. Sliding down into a heap on the floor.

A weak few knocks.

Hoping to god Hollister still lives here.
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1/31/07 06:29 pm - [info]vanguard_q - Heat's new roommate.

Harley's not quite sure how he found the hole in Heat's closet. It was just there.

But he was guilty in making it larger so he could fit through it. Serves the house right for having a delicious looking bug in it.

But now that he's out in the hallway and running on devoured bug meats, he looks around the place with awe. So this is where the Embryon disappeared to behind the door. Much swankier than Svadhisthana, by far. And not as wet, which is a plus for a furry kitten. Harley toddles down the hall, smelling the walls and the floor for traces of Heat or Sera. Surely they couldn't have gone too far in five hours.

Oh look. STAIRS! It's like a mountain. Harley is sure he can climb these hills without fail! Up the stairs we go.

"This is easy stuff. Ha, they think wooden mountains will stop me, the great leader of the Vanguards?!" He walks up to the first stair and paws the top of it with his front paws. Even though they are made of wood, the finish is almost impossible to grab at with tiny, needle-like claws. So the kitten struggles to pull himself up that first step.

Five minutes later, he has success! The first step is conquered!

"Serves them right! No steps will stop me!" Harley looks down at the floor, and feels a bit of a chill. He's really high up. Not as high as when Heat is holding him, but high. "Uh...damn...I can't get down! It's too high up!"

Now there is a tiny orange kitten meowing in fear on the stairs. And it's pretty loud for a little kitty. Oh boy...

((I'll be on and off throughout the evening, but I'll respond when I can! Harley is marked with tags and collar, so the residents will know he belongs to Heat if they wish to take him back there.))
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1/30/07 08:42 pm - [info]smeg4brains

Nightfall in London, lights from cars and busses sparkling over the pavement, the sleet falling from the sky. And through that sleet walks Arnold Rimmer, a threadbare coat wrapped around him, his 'new life uniform' barely keeping him warm.

His new life uniform consists of a pair of ill-fitting khaki pants, a white shirt, and a very thin polka-dotted tie.

Rimmer is....not happy. But not in the typical way. He's not happy, but he's not angry, either. Or upset about anything in particular. (Oh, sure, there's venom for Ramon there, but that's just in passing, almost. Background noise.)

He's just being as Rimmer as he can be. Just living inside a bubble in which annoyance, anger, hatred, and ennui all cancel each other out, leaving him feeling almost human.

This is a rare feeling for him, and he's quite careful to keep from upsetting this balance.

Unbeknownst to him, he's trailing something behind him like a comet. It could be mistaken for headlights flashing against sleet, until you look closer and see that it's sparkling green.

A cold man, a homeless man, huddled in a doorway, is caught in the periphery of this green comet tail, and as soon as Rimmer's about five feet away, the man sits up, his headcold totally gone.

A cat is following Rimmer, and darts into the street just behind him. Imagine the surprise of the driver that hit it that the cat is not only perfectly fine, but that the ache in his knee is utterly gone...

Where Rimmer walks, miraculous health and life is following. And he's utterly oblivious.
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1/28/07 10:06 pm - [info]h_hollister

Ah, late night study sessions.

Ah, late night beers!

Hips pads out to the kitchen to fetch herself a Guinness, which will accompany her back to her bedroom, and become like unto a treasured friend. She will squeeze it and hug it and love it and call it George. And then drink it while she's working on her translating efforts.

...Well, learning to read Spanish better efforts, at least.

Muttering to herself about feminine and masculine nouns, she opens up the fridge door and goes to grab her beer.

Now this fridge, it's had its share of oddness. Like the tentacle monster Dez named Alphonse. And grody leftovers. And blood smoothies. And yeah.

But this?

This is new.

"...hello there."

((THNMY like whoa.))
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1/15/07 10:15 pm - [info]gale_force - Moving (finally!)

There are new tenants at Mayfair! Well, not really new faces by any means; they've been around for various social occasions.

Victoria and Gale are moving into 206. Nexus-style moving which is nothing so much as a sequence of flashes of light and POP! noises. First the big furniture, then a few piles of boxes. Now it's just a matter of unpacking the small stuff and a little feng shui . . .

By the time the light starts to fail, they've made pretty good progress. Ah, PINpoints. Ah, not owning very much stuff at all.

(( Feel free to drop in and say hello! Nexustimed before the Rassplosion, but after the holidays. ))
Current Location: Apt. 206
Current Music: "Out of Town" -- Zero 7

1/14/07 07:51 pm - [info]dirk__gently - Changes in the night

((Set after Courtney and Co. have left for home... yay, Nexus time!
WARNING: Do not read this thread if you have an objection to seeing a mostly nude fat man. I mean it.))

The Crumrins have gone home, and taken the alley cat with them. The erratic dimensional portals seem to be gone, although Dirkitty had learned to feel them out with his whiskers and avoid them. Hippolyta and Ramon are home for the night, and things seem comparatively calm after more than a week of chaos. After a nice meal and whatever scraps he could beg from other people's dinners, 'Garfield' settles in for a nice nap on the couch. Dirkitty is an expert sleeper.
It's the middle of the night when he feels a tingle and stretches, rolls over, and falls off the couch with the kind of thud that can only be made by an overweight human male hitting the floor while unconscious. He's awake in a heartbeat and scrambles to his feet, then drops to all fours again as this puts the ground too far away. A second later and the human parts of his mind are asking why he's on all fours. Staggering to his feet again he grabs a pillow off the couch to cover himself, but his brain is flickering between cat thoughts and human, and he's too disoriented to do much of anything else.
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