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jeimu.livejournal.comShe looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
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jeimu.livejournal.com"The last time I did this," Jeimu grunts as she walks up to the compound gate with bags and boxes in hand, "I was fresh from space and couldn't walk. Now I really should be thinking of the baby, but I'm sure she's tough..."
She looks over her shoulder at Jav and Vic, who are managing the several casserole dishes and tinfoil-covered pans of food she's also brought along rather well.
"Hey!" she calls out. "My hands are full, I can't ring the doorbell!"
Of course she could do it telekinetically, but she's feeling lazy.
She looks over her shoulder at Jav and Vic, who are managing the several casserole dishes and tinfoil-covered pans of food she's also brought along rather well.
"Hey!" she calls out. "My hands are full, I can't ring the doorbell!"
Of course she could do it telekinetically, but she's feeling lazy.
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random_xtrasThe space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.
Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.
Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//
//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//
//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//
//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.
And then she decloaked....
Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.
Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//
//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//
//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//
//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.
And then she decloaked....
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i_salted_deanSam stretched and sat up from where she'd passed out on the couch, then looked around the pleasantly decorated and comfortably furnished mobile home with wonder. She and Leeroy had been living here for a few weeks now, and she still wasn't used to it, or to the peaceful lack of warning vibes from the surrounding countryside.
Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-
Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-
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random_xtrasJav looked around as he and his wife stepped through the portal, still thinking that Fi was nuts.
But then he blinked as they came into a huge room (it must have been intended as some sort of hanger) that teemed with clones. All were busy pursuing recreational activities as diverse as sitting and listening to someone talk or playing DDR on the row of machines against the inner wall. Others were good-naturedly yakking away to the accompaniment of mild violence and laughter. And here and there one could be seen seriously teaching some small colourful pet toy this command or activity.
The hyper clone's mouth spread into a wide grin as he reached for Jeimu's hand. "Would ye lookit that?"
But then he blinked as they came into a huge room (it must have been intended as some sort of hanger) that teemed with clones. All were busy pursuing recreational activities as diverse as sitting and listening to someone talk or playing DDR on the row of machines against the inner wall. Others were good-naturedly yakking away to the accompaniment of mild violence and laughter. And here and there one could be seen seriously teaching some small colourful pet toy this command or activity.
The hyper clone's mouth spread into a wide grin as he reached for Jeimu's hand. "Would ye lookit that?"
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random_xtrasFi frowned thoughtfully, tapping his stylus against his cheek and curling his toes slightly as his pet winglizard crawled across them in pursuit of the massive crickets that this terrace was home to. He knew what he wanted to write... but he wasn't sure exactly how to word it. The exciting part of the story was done- the fighting and such- everyone had gone home and the med tech had cared for those who needed it.
But what was supposed to happen? What was a happy way to end a story?
But what was supposed to happen? What was a happy way to end a story?
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i_salted_deanSam woke to the sound of Petra's 'This Means War' from Rob's room and stared blankly at Leeroy for a few moments before rolling away from him and grabbing her crutches to make her way into the bathroom so that she could run some cold water and rub it on her face. The dreams had filled her sleep again, but she was still too numb to really care.
The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.
She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.
The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.
She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.
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An unidentified reality.
September 18th, 2007 08:02 pmvanya-a.livejournal.comShe'd gone looking for the people Vic had described and had ended up here in...
...well, the middle of nowhere was what it looked like. It was a wooded area, near a lake, with what looked like an abandoned log cabin on a rocky outcropping near the water.
"Great," Vanya muttered to herself, walking toward the building. "Just great."
...well, the middle of nowhere was what it looked like. It was a wooded area, near a lake, with what looked like an abandoned log cabin on a rocky outcropping near the water.
"Great," Vanya muttered to herself, walking toward the building. "Just great."
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teh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.
"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."
It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.
Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"
"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."
It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.
Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"
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K'vk'tun: Hammocks
August 7th, 2007 10:38 pmcrazy-mardi.livejournal.comRamada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink.
She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:
"Do they put sugar in this?"
She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:
"Do they put sugar in this?"
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crazy-mardi.livejournal.comThe beach was nice; immaculate white sand broken only by large black rocks. The weather was that nice kind of sunny day with a breeze that cooled you off but didn't render you chilly. The vivid blue sky was dotted with cotton-ball-like clouds. If she didn't know any better she could have convinced herself that this was Florida and not another planet entirely.
Amidst the crashing of the waves could be heard the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby, and every so often a brindle greyhound dog would take off for the other end of the beach.
Ramada grinned.
"This vacation was a good idea."
Amidst the crashing of the waves could be heard the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby, and every so often a brindle greyhound dog would take off for the other end of the beach.
Ramada grinned.
"This vacation was a good idea."
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Valley of the Queens
April 7th, 2007 09:20 pmteh-rest.livejournal.comcontinued from this thread
Ven looked around, a wary expression on his face. "You weren't kidding," he said to the woman standing beside he and Jav. "This sure isn't like any place I've ever been to before."
He toed some dirt, inspecting its consistency, and then turned to the woman. "So if they were to live here -" he motioned to the walls of what appeared to be a cave, " - what exactly would they do?"
It was a valid question. Without a fight to fight, he feared that the rank-and-file of the GAR would be sorely out of luck.
Ven looked around, a wary expression on his face. "You weren't kidding," he said to the woman standing beside he and Jav. "This sure isn't like any place I've ever been to before."
He toed some dirt, inspecting its consistency, and then turned to the woman. "So if they were to live here -" he motioned to the walls of what appeared to be a cave, " - what exactly would they do?"
It was a valid question. Without a fight to fight, he feared that the rank-and-file of the GAR would be sorely out of luck.
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random_xtras and her gang..
She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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random_xtras and her gang..She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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sadri.livejournal.com"You'd think I'd have learned my lesson," Sadri said with a groan, holding the black box tightly in her hand. Sal had warned her to never push the red button, and Sadri, being herself, had promptly... pushed the red button.
And now she was here in a very familiar city.
Oh my goodness...
It was Coruscant.
She looked around the familiar vista and tried to calm the hammering of her heart as she cursed the black box and her own curiosity.
And now she was here in a very familiar city.
Oh my goodness...
It was Coruscant.
She looked around the familiar vista and tried to calm the hammering of her heart as she cursed the black box and her own curiosity.
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i_salted_deanSam walked through the door and came back into the motel room. Glancing at the bed where Leeroy still slept, she pulled on a pair of jeans and left to go get coffee and something to eat.
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teh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy was sleeping soundly for what might be the first time since arriving on the island.
It was entirely possible that the prospect of six weeks' worth of no work as Sal re-assumed captain's role upon the Lukey (which meant that the trawler was undergoing a fresh round of repairs and a complete refitting, most of which would be done by Sal herself) was relieving much of the stress that he had been feeling lately.
Or maybe it was due to what happened the afternoon immediately following Jeimu's launch - when what he had come to know (although perhaps not as intimately as some of his friend) as the very presence of God had touched his brothers, instilling in them a sense of forgiveness.
All things told, he had lately felt a lot less responsible for everyone's well being. Or, rather, almost everyone.
He still wasn't entirely sure where things stood between he and Sam - she had her line of work and he was constantly worried about her - but, nonetheless, the two of them were spending an awful lot of their free time together.
She'd said she was leaving Port aux Basques early in the morning; and so it was his intent to wake up to see her off.
But for now, he slept.
It was entirely possible that the prospect of six weeks' worth of no work as Sal re-assumed captain's role upon the Lukey (which meant that the trawler was undergoing a fresh round of repairs and a complete refitting, most of which would be done by Sal herself) was relieving much of the stress that he had been feeling lately.
Or maybe it was due to what happened the afternoon immediately following Jeimu's launch - when what he had come to know (although perhaps not as intimately as some of his friend) as the very presence of God had touched his brothers, instilling in them a sense of forgiveness.
All things told, he had lately felt a lot less responsible for everyone's well being. Or, rather, almost everyone.
He still wasn't entirely sure where things stood between he and Sam - she had her line of work and he was constantly worried about her - but, nonetheless, the two of them were spending an awful lot of their free time together.
She'd said she was leaving Port aux Basques early in the morning; and so it was his intent to wake up to see her off.
But for now, he slept.
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teh-rest.livejournal.comFour weeks of nothing but torrential rain had hit Florida.
As such, Endeavour wasn't going anywhere. And Jeimu was stuck. She hadn't planned on her six month sojourn being preceded by a four-week quarantine.
The quarantine was long enough for separation anxiety to seep in.
She missed Newfoundland.
She missed him.
Laying on her back in the too-hard bed, Jeimu closed her eyes and concentrated. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't do this - that she wouldn't reach out to him while she was gone.
She couldn't help it though.
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As such, Endeavour wasn't going anywhere. And Jeimu was stuck. She hadn't planned on her six month sojourn being preceded by a four-week quarantine.
The quarantine was long enough for separation anxiety to seep in.
She missed Newfoundland.
She missed him.
Laying on her back in the too-hard bed, Jeimu closed her eyes and concentrated. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't do this - that she wouldn't reach out to him while she was gone.
She couldn't help it though.
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fire-in-flight.livejournal.comThe sky is cloudy and grey, but it doesn't look like rain.
For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.
It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).
She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...
Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.
She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.
And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.
"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.
For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.
It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).
She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...
Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.
She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.
And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.
"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.
Sam's Earth: Detroit
August 30th, 2006 12:38 amteh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy had learned his lesson.
Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.
She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.
But while he was here there was only one thing to do.
"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.
Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.
She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.
But while he was here there was only one thing to do.
"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.
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