Muse: Dean Winchester OPEN
Location: The Park
Open post
Rated: R because Dean cusses
Summary: Dean is bored and that's dangerous.

Dean was bored. John had chased him out of the garage because he was afraid if he smacked the boy in the head one more time, Dean'd end up with a concussion. He didn't need any more brain damage. The problem with being kicked out of work was that it left with Dean with nothing to do. He drove the Impala to the park near the lake, parked it and opened up the trunk, displaying the armory there. He'd start with the guns, make sure they were all in working order and make his way down to the flame throwers.

Muse(s): Jack Harkness
Location: Gas Station  
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack had arrived in Roanoke two days ago and he spent those two days on the outskirts trying to leave. He has finally arrived in town at the gas station to fill the hunger of the stomach of the SUV. So if you're filling up your tank or looking for some gas station beef jerky please feel free bump into Jack here.

 

Jack had spent the past two days on the outskirts of Roanoke after his arrival from Cardiff. Jack just knows his original destination was to take him to a nightclub and to Captain John. He had spent the two days making an effort to get back to Cardiff but he has met with nothing but failure as something or someone seems to want to keep him from leaving. The only thing that Jack was able to place together was that he was somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. This he had learned all about this when he first arrived when he almost met head-on with an oncoming car.

While, Jack does not see the need for sleep at least not yet hunger has driven him out from his quest to leave. This is not just hunger in his own stomach, but the fuel gauge on the dash of the SUV also drives him to go out in the open.  He spots a gas station, slowing the black Range Rover down he turns, and slowly pulls up to one of the pumps. Jack turns the key to kill the engine and he takes a deep breath before he opens the door to a new world. There is a little bit of excitement rushing through Jack as he removes the key from the ignition and closes the door. Jack begins his trek to the station and with a push of the remote the doors of the SUV are firmly locked.

And, Jack stops at the door and he slowly pushes it open. He takes a close look at his surroundings before he proceeds to step towards the counter. Jack clearly out of place with vintage clothing and a coat that is more for the cold winter months than a lazy August day. He clears his throat loudly to get the attention of anyone. He clearly has more to do than fill the stomach and tank. He wants to find some answers to his questions..

ooc: I'll be at work from 7-6 tomorrow so I'll respond once I get myself settled. :)

Muses: Priestly, Inara Serra, anyone else
Location: Tea Wiles
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Priestly decides to show Inara the awesome that is Christmas. Tea Wiles is decked out in holiday cheer. Anyone's welcome to pop in and grab a refreshment, just keep in mind that it's all Christmas themed! :D



Priestly loved Christmas. He couldn't imagine anyone who didn't, because tinsel and Santa and presents and snow all combined to make the season the best time of year.

Too bad it was August.

The month didn't stop Priestly from celebrating early. He had decided that Inara needed to experience the awesomeness of the most wonderful time of the year and that waiting was completely overrated. He'd collected decorations for the shop for a few weeks and now was the time to decorate. He'd started early, putting up a fake tree and dragging in boxes of ornaments, tinsel, garland and window clings. There were three more large boxes full of standing decorations; dancing Santas, light-up reindeer and wreaths. More wreaths than any one person should own.

At 5:45 am, Tea Wiles was a mess. At 6:30, it was less mess, more cheer. Priestly was behind the counter, swapping out all of their normal dishes for holiday-themed ones. There was tinsel and fake snow in his pink mohawk, but he was whistling 'Jingle Bells' along with the soft music floating from the speakers. There was holiday spiced tea brewing and he was sucking on a candy cane happily as the dishes clinked against each other in his hands.

Muse: Nathan Petrelli, Claire Bennet, Dean Winchester 2.0
Location: The Park
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating: PG. There's a kid, people, don't be silly.
Summary: Watch Nathan get twitchy!

Saying he'd been surprised by the call would be a drastic understatement, and Nathan felt that was warranted.

He and Claire appeared to be going from not speaking at all, to speaking on rare occasions and not nearly as often as they should be, and now he was suddenly getting invited to meet his grandson. What'd changed her mind about being around him, he had no idea. This Claire was one Nathan was still having issues understanding, and working things out with her when she was angry with him for acts he hadn't even committed yet, or committed in another world entirely, was more than a little difficult.

Still, he wasn't about to waste a shot when it was offered to him. Nathan had cleared out his entire afternoon to make sure this happened, and let his secretary know he wasn't to be bothered unless there was an emergency. In Roanoke, all things considered, ruling out that possibility would be a stupid move on his part.

Nathan arrived at the park right on schedule, double checking his watch to be sure of it. He looked for Claire and Dean, walking down the cement pathway once he'd decided waiting there was pointless. They couldn't be far, the park wasn't that big.

He was also not allowing himself to consider the option that this was a bad idea. Because it wasn't. And that outlook felt smart.

Mostly.

Muses: Peter Petrelli, Sasha Hoffman-Petrelli
Rating: PG-13
Event: City Party
Closed
Summary: Peter and Sasha decide to take a day out and go to the party.


They hadn't been out much and Peter felt kind of guilty about that. He was pretty happy to stay home with her most of the time and Sasha didn't know anyone in order to get out and do anything with besides him. The notice for the city party provided him with the perfect opportunity to take her out and show her Roanoke. The day was beautiful, warm but not stifling and there was a never ending supply of things to do crowded into the town square and spread out over the park.

They walked down the main through-way right now, her hand in his.

"So does anything look fun or do you want to eat? There's ice cream over there," he jerked his chin in the direction of the ice cream stand.

Muse: Kaylee Frye
Location: Town Square, City Party
Open
Rating: G
Summary: Kaylee wants to win the big stuffed dog at the ring toss. She gets more than she bargained for. [OOC: Wish approved by the modlies :D]


She was a little down in the dumps since she found out Embry's other secret (damn boys just seem to grow too fast). Kaylee thought she deserved a pick me up, and she'd gotten a flyer in the post about a big block party down in Town Square.

It did the trick - tasty food, lots of people to talk to and games to distract her; Kaylee was on her way to being her cheery old self again. She was balancing a plate of fried dough that she thought was the most delicious thing man ever created and a strawberry smoothie in one arm while she haphazardly tossed the dart at the wall of colorful balloons.

She'd lost every try, and spent about $15 already in her attempt to win the big black and white stuffed dog hanging in the back. She spent another $5 for 3 more attempts and scrunched her eyes shut. Kaylee was wishing harder than ever to win the big fluffy dog while she let her winning fall to chance. The first two missed the target and the third popped the smallest balloon on the board. Sirens went off and Kaylee opened her eyes to see lights flashing and she grinned wide. That dog was all hers.

Only, the boy running the booth wasn't pulling him down from the hook he was on. Kaylee made a sour face as she tried to figure out why she wasn't getting the prize she wished for. Then the boy came back out from behind the booth with something in his hand. He walked up around in front to stand next to Kaylee and happily handed her what he was carrying: an inch-thick leash.

And then her prize ambled out from around the corner and wǒde tiān! was he big. Big as a house! She gaped at the Newfoundland and then back at the boy. "What is this!?" She exclaimed.

"That's your prize, you got the smallest balloon," he replied. He wasn't very impressed, apparently.

"Cái guài! I wanted that one!" Kaylee was completely thrown by this. She looked back down at her prize and he was staring at her with those big droopy eyes, calm as can be. His tail wagged lazily as she reached down (not terribly far) to pat him on the head. He lead her along to a bench and she gave in and sat down. Kaylee wasn't going to let this ruin her mood, no sir. She put her smile back on and gave into him when he eyed up her fried dough.

Muse: The Doctor (Ninth), whoever wants to poke at him
Location: Town Square, afternoon at the party
Open
Rating: PG-13? I'm terrible at this...
Summary: The Doctor pops in and dives into Roanoke's wonderful variety of people. [OOC: Feel free to assume he's anywhere - eating at a picnic table, playing a party game, etc :)]


It's a wonder of that vast and glorious place called the universe, that at one moment he could be hurtling through the time vortex and in the wink of an eye, he's popped into a lovely gathering in the center of whatever little town this was. Beautiful place, though. After the disorientation settled, he remembered he should have a Plus One with him and set off to explore and hopefully find her.

And then there's a distraction involving cotton candy and grilled food; who doesn't love grilled food? It also helped to determine his whereabouts, and a whiff of the dirt confirmed he's probably somewhere in America. The Doctor all but inhaled his sugary treat and then savored what's supposed to be a hot dog, but really the questionable nature of the contents of things called by such names is high at best. Which didn't stop him, he's eaten worse things.

Off he was again, picking through groups of people and smiling at playing children. He was in his element, happiest when he had no clue where he was. That was the adventure!

Muse: Pam Beesly
Location: Town Square
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG-13 for minor swearing
Summary: Pam's not in Scranton anymore. She doesn't know if that's good or bad.

Pam lets out a sigh as she slides the gearshift into park and slides the emergency brake into place. She shoots a glance at the clock and decides she has five more minutes before she has to go into work. Letting her body slump into her seat, she itches the bridge of her nose and cranks the volume up on the radio. Gerry Rafferty's voice comes out from behind the speakers; it was you, woman, right down the line, he sings, and Pam feels a pang in her ribcage. (Jim. It's not me anymore, is it, Jim? Not for you.)

She doesn't want to go into work. She doesn't want to see Jim bend over next to Karen's desk, his breath tickling her ear and his arm slung casually around her shoulders. She doesn't want to look at the picture of Scranton Business Park that she'd painted that Michael had hung on the wall (it's a living testament to her failure, she thinks; it's fucking motel art, and then almost laughs out loud at how ridiculous that sounds).

The clock says 9:02. Pam resigns herself to her fate with another sigh and a pinch to the bridge of her nose.

She steps out of the car, feeling the familiar concrete under her Keds. She turns back to lock her car -

and it isn't there.

Pam blinks, unsure of she's really seeing what she thinks she's seeing. What the fuck happened to my car? and Where the hell am I? flash through her head, followed shortly by Oh God, I really am losing it. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to rationalize the situation; after all, she thinks wryly, that's what she's best at. Everything always has to make sense for little old Pam. No chance is worth taking. Keep things simple. Jim's face pops unbidden into her head, eyebrow quirked as if to say Look what you got yourself into this time, Beesly, and she groans. In a misguided attempt to get that goddamn smile of his out from behind her eyelids, Pam opens her eyes.

She seems to be in some kind of town square. She is definitely not in the Scranton Business Park in the middle of January - in fact, whatever quaint little town she is in seems to be in the early days of summer.

This is just one more bullet on the list of things in her life that don't make any sense.

Pam slides to the pavement without thinking. She sits on the concrete, feet planted firmly on the ground in front of her, and decides that just this once, she doesn't want to think about anything.

She closes her eyes.

School is out, summer is officially here and to celebrate, Roanoke is having a City Wide Party, centered at Town Square. The afternoon will be filled with food, drinks, dancing, music and games. The fountain is spraying water (and open to being swam in, with clothes please), music is playing at a reasonable level to one side of the square. Businesses are providing food, drinks, ice cream and snow cones.

As the day wears on, the games will close down a bit, drinks will become more alcoholic and the music will get a bit louder. There will also be a fireworks show. Enjoy, have fun and play at whatever time of the day you like.

RP can be in here or in your own posts. Please use [event] city party in your tags and add an event: city party line to your header if that is indeed what your post is. Anything goes pretty much but if it affects other muses, get permission first. If you have questions, check out the ooc post or send me a message through the message system

Muses: Narhan Scott, Libby Blackstone, Lucas Scott
Location: The Scott's Penthouse
Rated: PG-13
Closed
Summary: To continue ice-breaking Nate has suggested game night.

It wasn't that Nate was encouraging Luke. He hadn't met Libby before either. But, he felt bad for her and he liked her. He had had a few more conversations with her than Luke and that was only because Luke had been quiet. Something about writing a great novel based on Sam and Dean. Nate figured Luke just needed time. And game night was just stalling Luke's time.

Luke had had enough time.

Nathan had grabbed Monopoly, Battleship, and Life. The fact that Battleship could only be played by two people wasn't in any way a nudge in any direction whatsoever. Setting out a bowl of popcorn and the games, Nate settled back on the ground, giving Luke and Libby room on the couch.

That was, when they left their rooms.

Muses: Inara Serra, Boaz Priestly
Location: Inara's Apartment
Rated: PG
Closed
Summary: Priestly is changing the color of his hair.


The situation made Inara nervous. She could cite at least half a dozen things that could go wrong with the situation but Priestly didn't seem worried about any of them and it was his hair after all. She was holding the box of bright pink hair dye, reading the instructions over for the dozenth time.

"Alright, are you sure about this?" she asked one more time. "If I do this all wrong, you'll likely be stuck with it and I've never colored hair before."

They were in the small bathroom in Inara's apartment, a chair wedged in there and covered in towels. Inara was leaning against the edge of the claw foot tub. She got a pair of ill fitting plastic gloves out of the box and put them on. Nerves were killing her because she knew that part of Priestly's armor was the weird hair. Inara understood how important armor was to a person. She had multiple layers of her own armor. She didn't want to mess up his.

Muse(s): Scott Summers, Jack Ashford
Location: Computer Science class
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack helps out a fellow student with a neat pair of shades

Jack had almost finished installing the hardware on the build-your-own PC kit Mr. Hardison had supplied all of the students. Her neighbor, who she hadn't shared words with since the year started, seemed confused by his video card. Possibly disinterested.

Prompted by some unknown inkling of courage, she calmly reached over and changed the plug connecting it to the computer. She smiled a little uncertainly at the red-tinted sunglasses and shrugged. "It's uh, kind of similar to the fan. Different color is all," Jack said. She hurried back to finish up her own computer, worried that she committed some social taboo beyond recovery.

She'd been fairly bad at making friends so far which wasn't a complete stretch from her normal behavior. Jack wasn't a social butterfly and though she liked people she generally kept to herself. Without her twin, Jill, and the rest of the people she was usually always surrounded with, she was the definition of loner. Nobody to pull her out of her own head and mingle with people.

Muse(s): Spencer Reid, Faith Lehane
Location: Spencer's Apartment
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating: R
Summary: Faith wonders if she's losing it.

"Ninety-two...ninety-three...ninety-four..."

Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep, Faith did prison squats, prison chinups - shit, she did the prison version of everything. She lifted herself up from a sitting position, bracing her hands on the seats of Reid's kitchen chairs for the ninety-ninth time. Every lift was supposed to be working out the leftover nausea from the night's visit from her personal graveyard.

"Hundred...hundred-one..."

"Rabid dog," Wes' voice echoed in her head. He never meant it, he had just used it to piss her off. Faith paused, wiping sweat from her forehead, and when she scrunched her eyes shut, it echoed again. "Should've been put down!"

Almost of it's own volition, Faith's arm flashed out and took hold of one of the chairs. She was on her feet, bringing it down into the other one, then the third into the table. She didn't even realize she was the one screaming until she stopped, panting, among the broken shreds of wood and dishes left from dinner. She dropped the leftover leg and stared for awhile, at nothing in particular.

Put the rabid dog back on its leash.

Muse(s): Alec Hardison (Arrival)
Location: Town Square
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG
Summary: Hardison isn't sure what the hell just happened

Okay, so here's how it happens. Hardison is the nerd, hacker, geek, whatever you wanna call him. Mainly he has to stay behind and do computer things with his beautiful and talented brain. So maybe he was just looking to get in on a little action, creeping around with the others inside the building.

The other reason he stays behind is because he isn't the most stealthy dude in the world - as evidenced by the security guard that caught him, and knocked him over the head. He remembers that part, nice and clear.

The part he's not so sure about is when they dragged his unconscious body to some creepy ass little town and dropped him on the sidewalk. Not cool.

"Uhh, okay..." he said. He head was killing him and rubbing at it wasn't helping, so he slowly stood up and started to walk around aimlessly. "What the hell is going on?" He was going to be seriously pissed if they ganked his laptop and equipment.

Muse(s): Spencer Reid, Faith Lehane, Inara Serra, Boaz Priestly
Location: Reid's apartment
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating: PG-13 probably
Summary: Priestly and Reid decide the girls should meet.

Reid's apartment was newly furnished. A few days ago Priestly and he had come up with this idea to have dinner and watch movies at Reid's house. Inara's place was tiny and Reid's was larger. It took Faith pointing out that he should go buy furniture because they couldn't all pile on the air mattress to make him furnish the place. Of course it might not have been the best idea to send the guy who mismatches his socks on purpose furniture shopping.

It resulted in a fully furnished apartment (he'd even bought a new bed) but the couch was orange, the recliner was blue (and also the chair of a much fatter, older man)the coffee table was white (and round!). He'd even bought endtables and lamps, one green and one that looked like a tree. He'd been much more conservative with the TV and entertainment system. That was Faith's.

Reid had had Chinese delivered (Priestly had said Inara liked Chinese) and the food was all arranged on the coffee table when there was a knock at the door. He opened it and immediately became thoroughly confused. Inara and Priestly were standing at the door completely soaked and Inara did not look happy.

"Come in?" Reid said, making it sound kind of like a question as he stepped aside to let them in. "You didn't drive?"

Muse(s): Rose Tyler [arrival]
Location: Town Square
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose isn't in England anymore


She liked to sleep even though her mun chastised her for doing too much of it. In her dreams she visited the most fantastic places on her search for the Doctor. She'd wake up, each moment inked in her memory and exhausted despite getting a full night of sleep. She'd go to work, come home and sleep some more. Right now she was dreaming about walking through the town square of a small village that looked more American than English--too shiny and new for England.

Slowly she became aware of her bed having gone hard and cold. She turned over in her sleep and made a grab for a blanket that wasn't there.

"What?"

She sat up more than a bit confused as she took in her surroundings. She pushed a hand up through her hair, still confused. This had never happened before. She'd never woken up in one of these places. Rose got to her feet and glanced about.

"Hello?" she asked to no one in particular as she took a couple of hesitant steps. "Anybody seen a blue box?"

Muse(s): Original Cindy
Location: random street corner
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Original Cindy arrives.

Cindy was racing her bike through the battered streets of Seattle, dodging people and shouting at the ones who got in her way. She had about five minutes to get back to the Jam Pony so she and Max could blaze, before Normal picked up his nose and passed off another package. And Original Cindy wasn't staying late. Not on a Friday.

She skidded to a stop at a check point and glared at the cars in her way. "Yo!" She yelled out, holding up her Jam Pony pass. "Jam Pony messenger, lemme through!" The sector cop looked her over and nodded, waving her through.

"Thank you," she said smartly as she wove around the cars and peddled through the gate.

Then she slammed on her brakes and looked around. An ideal little town spread around her, instead of post-Pulse Seattle. Her feet hit the pavement and she glanced over her shoulder. She looked forward again. Where the hell was she?

"Original Cindy ain't in Kansas no more."

Muse(s): Lucy Locke, Matt Parkman
Location: Park
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lucy's on patrol and oh look she might actually save someone

Lucy was out on patrol. She had her ipod blasting 7 Things by Miley and she was singing at the top of her lungs, bouncing along through the park. She had a stake in her right hand, narrowly risking stabbing herself in the eye as she danced. She was wearing black leggings, a pink tee shirt that just covered her butt and pink converses with pink and green striped leg warmers. She had her hair in pigtails because it was just easier that way and she got less vampire ash in it when it was up. With Faith and Buffy in town, she wasn't sure she needed to patrol but she hated watching TV live and her DVR was spooling up Thursday night TV. Also, occasionally she got a little guilty feeling when she wasn't in some way fulfilling her destiny.

She almost didn't notice the tingly tangly shivers in her belly and at the back of her neck because she'd moved onto Big Butts. When she did notice the spidey senses going off, she paused in her singing--because Angel hated it when she wasn't stealthy--and wandered around a little while until the sense got stronger.

The guy freaking out didn't hurt either.

Muse(s): Randall McMann
Location: the park
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG
Summary: The Ramblin' Man drops in.

Randall was in the kitchen at the station, having a snack while the news report went on the air. One of his much needed breaks. Which he was currently using to cram his face with a couple donuts and coffee. He glanced at his watch and quickly realized he had mere seconds to run down the hall before he was on air again. He grabbed his coffee mug and ran out the door, white sugar still speckling his face.

When he got out to where the hallway usually was...he skidded to a stop and looked around. His eyes narrowed and he scratched his head. Since when did the station have a park inside? Though...he wasn't inside. He was outside. In a park.

He looked over his shoulder, then looked to other way. It was night and he really couldn't see anyone around.

"Am I dead or high?" he muttered to himself.

Muse: Tony Stark
Location: Town Square
Open or Closed: Open
Rating: PG-13 for language and all potential sexual innuendos. (You never know.)
Summary: Oh God, he's bored.

Yes, indeed he was. Tony had been dragged to Stark Industries to oversee some new developments they were trying to add into the hospitals, and had just barely escaped with his life. Or maybe it was his sanity. Or maybe it was escaping that potential coma. Yes, that was it, he'd escaped before the boredom had put him into a coma. That sounded right.

So now he was out on his own, loosening his tie as he walked down to the street. He'd thought about going home, but then that'd mean tinkering around with a few of his own projects and having a drink or two while trying to figure out what he really wanted to do anyway. He figured being out on the town was a lot more proactive, and therefore a better idea.

Tony hadn't for a second considered he might come up short anyway. And since that seemed to be the case as he walked around, annoyed nothing in particular was catching his eye, he was back to contemplating going home.

He really missed the superhero days.

"I wonder if I started testing bombs in a relatively secure location if anyone'd notice..."

People'd be safe, that was all that mattered, right?