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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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Clone City, Valley of the Queens
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fire-in-flight.livejournal.com"This... this is not funny."
With a voice devoid of accent Sal found herself suddenly not at home, returning to her living room after a bathroom break while watching reruns of Avatar: The Last Airbender. If the place had been a nexus or something she was more familiar with she would have been perfectly okay with the entire situation.
Except that this was not a room, not a nexus, and not a cafe. It was a cave. She wasn't a fan of caves. They were gross and earthy and just... well... gross. This cave wasn't drippy or anything, but she still didn't like it. She growled to herself and walked awhile until she found a large French door. Which was weird in and of itself. She wrenched it open and found her feet on green grass.
"Where the hell am I?" She looked around at the enormous valley spread out around her.
This is surreal...
With a voice devoid of accent Sal found herself suddenly not at home, returning to her living room after a bathroom break while watching reruns of Avatar: The Last Airbender. If the place had been a nexus or something she was more familiar with she would have been perfectly okay with the entire situation.
Except that this was not a room, not a nexus, and not a cafe. It was a cave. She wasn't a fan of caves. They were gross and earthy and just... well... gross. This cave wasn't drippy or anything, but she still didn't like it. She growled to herself and walked awhile until she found a large French door. Which was weird in and of itself. She wrenched it open and found her feet on green grass.
"Where the hell am I?" She looked around at the enormous valley spread out around her.
This is surreal...
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WOT: Vacation III
June 16th, 2007 12:15 amfire-in-flight.livejournal.comIt was a long way down into nothing.
Sal peered over the edge of the island-like thing that she and her family were on. Kurt and the kids were doing their thing in the background (in all honesty, she didn't know what they were doing), but she was preoccupied with observing the dizzying drop.
Her hands clutched the tree root tightly as she leaned over even more. It was breathtaking, the light that came from seemingly nowhere was everywhere all at once, as though the entire world was lit by something beyond it. Her heart hammered in her chest as she settled back under the shade of the tree, hand resting gently on her stomach. She felt a vague twittering there, as though the little one inside was asserting her presence.
All in all, things were getting better. She watched the castle recede as the island moved, and sighed, at peace with everything.
Sal peered over the edge of the island-like thing that she and her family were on. Kurt and the kids were doing their thing in the background (in all honesty, she didn't know what they were doing), but she was preoccupied with observing the dizzying drop.
Her hands clutched the tree root tightly as she leaned over even more. It was breathtaking, the light that came from seemingly nowhere was everywhere all at once, as though the entire world was lit by something beyond it. Her heart hammered in her chest as she settled back under the shade of the tree, hand resting gently on her stomach. She felt a vague twittering there, as though the little one inside was asserting her presence.
All in all, things were getting better. She watched the castle recede as the island moved, and sighed, at peace with everything.
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WOT - Vacation, part two.
May 25th, 2007 11:39 pmfire-in-flight.livejournal.comSal smiled widely from where she hovered over Kurt, watching his face intently. He looked as though he was asleep. Her limbs felt heavy - as though at any minute her arms would give way and she would faceplant right atop him. The room was an eerie sort of quiet; something was tinkling softly in the background. That and her own pulse were the only two things she could hear.
She didn't want to get up just yet. She flopped backwards against the pillows, stretching out and yawning.
Laziness permeated the room; the perpetual daylight, soft as it was, broke through a creak in the heavy black curtains that covered their window and shined right across where the two of them lay. They hadn't bothered to turn down the curtains around their bed when going to sleep the night before, and now there was a lamp bouncing up and down on the nightstand, turning itself so that its bright light was shining right in her face and looking very pleased with itself.
She groaned and rolled over slightly, hiding her face in his chest. The lamp persisted. She growled.
"'m not gettin' up," she complained, reaching for the blanket and pulling it up and over both their heads.
She didn't want to get up just yet. She flopped backwards against the pillows, stretching out and yawning.
Laziness permeated the room; the perpetual daylight, soft as it was, broke through a creak in the heavy black curtains that covered their window and shined right across where the two of them lay. They hadn't bothered to turn down the curtains around their bed when going to sleep the night before, and now there was a lamp bouncing up and down on the nightstand, turning itself so that its bright light was shining right in her face and looking very pleased with itself.
She groaned and rolled over slightly, hiding her face in his chest. The lamp persisted. She growled.
"'m not gettin' up," she complained, reaching for the blanket and pulling it up and over both their heads.
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The great hall of the castle stood empty, its far corners and the uppermost reaches of its carved and fabulously vaulted ceiling forgotten in shadows. All was silent but for the soft scrape of a footstool's feet as it walked toward a side door.
Then, suddenly there were people in the room.
Kurt looked around, blinking, his arms tightening on Wolfen as Stephan clung to him in amazed silence. "Vhat...."
Beside him, Jabez broke her silence with a soft, "Wow."
The great hall of the castle stood empty, its far corners and the uppermost reaches of its carved and fabulously vaulted ceiling forgotten in shadows. All was silent but for the soft scrape of a footstool's feet as it walked toward a side door.
Then, suddenly there were people in the room.
Kurt looked around, blinking, his arms tightening on Wolfen as Stephan clung to him in amazed silence. "Vhat...."
Beside him, Jabez broke her silence with a soft, "Wow."
vanya-a.livejournal.comVanya blinked rapidly as she materialized on the very sunny, very hot, and very nice island of Hawaii. The rolled-up contract was still clutched in her hands and she smiled slightly to herself.
It was amusing how she was getting involved in silly human ceremonies.
And, she admitted, it was very nice of Joy and Kurt to have invited her. The sun was hot enough that she took off her long red coat, revealing a smart black,sleeveless dress underneath. Lately the daylight had been not just bearable, but enjoyable.
It was good, she mused, that she'd actually get to take part in her friends' special day.
She looked around for the other Kurt and his loudmouth wife (who seemed to have mellowed out lately, except for when the men of her house decided to talk about her underwear selections). They shouldn't have arrived too far from where she was.
It was amusing how she was getting involved in silly human ceremonies.
And, she admitted, it was very nice of Joy and Kurt to have invited her. The sun was hot enough that she took off her long red coat, revealing a smart black,sleeveless dress underneath. Lately the daylight had been not just bearable, but enjoyable.
It was good, she mused, that she'd actually get to take part in her friends' special day.
She looked around for the other Kurt and his loudmouth wife (who seemed to have mellowed out lately, except for when the men of her house decided to talk about her underwear selections). They shouldn't have arrived too far from where she was.
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fire-in-flight.livejournal.comShe growled at the sunlight that was peeking through the curtains and hitting her face just-so, and groaned, stretching her arms out and swearing vengeance on the blinds for not doing their job and convincing her that it was still dark outside.
Surely it wasn't the morning already? She felt like she'd just gotten to sleep.
And then she remembered what had happened the evening before and sat up straight, examining her left hand. Yes, the new ring was still there. She saw the remains of the mammoth lobster still sitting on the bedside table.
Okay. I didn't dream all of that. She smiled widely and flopped back down into the (very fluffy, very squishy, and so comfortable it felt illegal) pillows, turning to her left side and smiling at the man who was surveying her with a look of amusement.
"Good morning," she said, propping her head up with her hand as she looked down at Kurt. "I woke ye up, didn' I?"
Surely it wasn't the morning already? She felt like she'd just gotten to sleep.
And then she remembered what had happened the evening before and sat up straight, examining her left hand. Yes, the new ring was still there. She saw the remains of the mammoth lobster still sitting on the bedside table.
Okay. I didn't dream all of that. She smiled widely and flopped back down into the (very fluffy, very squishy, and so comfortable it felt illegal) pillows, turning to her left side and smiling at the man who was surveying her with a look of amusement.
"Good morning," she said, propping her head up with her hand as she looked down at Kurt. "I woke ye up, didn' I?"
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fire-in-flight.livejournal.comSal sneezes, wondering if she doesn't have a slight allergy to Kurt's bamf-smoke, and looks around. Sure enough, it was Las Vegas. Fremont Street's overhead screens glittered with scenes of fireworks and flashing lights. It was energizing and exciting.
"Oh wow," she said, looking at the sheer mass of light around her. Port aux Basques it wasn't. This was an amazing place that was just alive.
And here was where she was going to get married.
The prospect was quite thrilling; but she wondered if this wasn't entirely hokey.
But all it took really was to turn to Kurt and simply look at him and know that this was exactly what she wanted. She could see the lights reflected in his monochromatic yet very expressive eyes.
"I don't even have a hairbrush," she muttered to herself, feeling suddenly very homely and in no fit state to be wed.
"Oh wow," she said, looking at the sheer mass of light around her. Port aux Basques it wasn't. This was an amazing place that was just alive.
And here was where she was going to get married.
The prospect was quite thrilling; but she wondered if this wasn't entirely hokey.
But all it took really was to turn to Kurt and simply look at him and know that this was exactly what she wanted. She could see the lights reflected in his monochromatic yet very expressive eyes.
"I don't even have a hairbrush," she muttered to herself, feeling suddenly very homely and in no fit state to be wed.
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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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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.