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14 July 2010 @ 11:41 pm
This post is to keep LJ from deleting this community.

Although no one writes here anymore, we still love the work we accomplished and wish to keep it stored here.
29 January 2007 @ 07:06 pm
Meeting of the Minds
It hasn't been a good month for Chris. It just got worse. A lot worse.

He's leaning against the wall in a corner of the training ground that's far enough away so that Chris doesn't feel paranoid. He's also got a splinter of wood in his hands; he plays with it, tossing it casually from one hand to the other. Just a little way to calm himself down before dealing with things as they are. And to think about his run-in with Wesker. Snarling, he then throws the bit of wood across the training ground. "God DAMN it! He's sane! He's fuckin' sane! And alive! Jesus Christ, why won't he ever stay dead?! It'd save me a lot of trouble!"

Panting heavily, he then looks over his shoulder at the wall. Somewhere out there was Wesker. And wherever he was, Chris knows one thingis certain. Whatever his old captain is up to, it isn't good. Not for Chris, not for HUNK, not for anyone at the apartments. "Damn you, Wesker," he hisses under his breath. "God damn you." Not his usual venom, but hey, he's under a lot of stress right now. And besides, he's waiting for HUNK.

You do what you can, when you can. It's a bit of advice Chris is keeping in mind. That doesn't mean he'll follow it, though.

"Dammit, HUNK. Where the hell are you?"
20 January 2007 @ 10:51 am
[ooc: *uses magnets to drag people back*]

There are two people sitting in the common room, talking over coffee.

"It's been really quiet lately," one of them says, stretched across the couch.

From a chair, the other replies, "I know. I've been trying to keep myself busy, and I actually think I ran out of things to clean."

The couch-bound one laughs.

"So you're feeling better, then?" the one in the chair asks.

"Yeah. Have been for a while. We should have hung out sooner."

The one sprawled on the couch is Nick, comfortably scruffy in the clothes he found sitting at the bottom of his closet.

The one sitting in the chair is Monk, clean and polished as always in one of his nicest suits.

BOTHER THEM. You know you want to.
04 January 2007 @ 11:38 am
He's run into Chris, and that means it's more than time to get himself reintroduced to the apartments before someone ready to spread the news far and wide discovers he's a vampire.

So Wesker has cut across the city. (Part of him wonders if he can learn Beckett's turn-into-something-and-fly method, but the rest of him rebels at the idea of becoming a small furry animal. Still. . . it would have its uses.)

And now he's settled in against the side of a building, since the clouds are thick and low and he'll just wait until he's sure it's not going to rain before he moves on.

It's a good vantage point, too, and if he sees anyone, he'll probably decide to stay and let himself be seen.
17 December 2006 @ 09:22 pm
Padme is in Room 202, knitting. Or, as they called it on her world, 'needle weaving'. Her mother would laugh to see her like this. She had never been the domestic type.

But there had been needles and yarn, and she wanted to make sure that Anakin was warm enough. The temperature rarely varies, here, but she figures that his robes will wear out sometime, they'll get thin and tattered.

So the scarf she's knitting is rather larger than a typical scarf might be, it's wide and long and of a sufficiently dark color to blend with his Jedi robes. She is beginning to understand what being concerned for her family truly is, now that she's married.

Her life on Naboo seems so long ago, now, family and friends and her old life almost like a dream. She can do nothing about them now, or the things that will happen to them. She still misses them, but it's better not to think about them as people that can be seen anymore.

Things are...not precisely pleasant, here, but they are much simpler, and the work is simpler. Maybe that's what she needed, all along. Just...Anakin and a simpler world.
11 December 2006 @ 09:04 am
They have meat.

Or at least, they had meat. It's sort of been eaten by now. And Angua's glad of it. She'd forgotten how much the smell of cooking meat can fill an area, how much it can fill her nostrils, and that part of her brain that wants it.

In short, she'd forgotten how hard it is to be a vegetarian somteimes.

But it's gone now, and her strict vegetarian diet has not been shaken. So after putting Daffodil to bed, she retires to 202 to spend an evening off. Preferably with some of that wine.
10 December 2006 @ 04:02 pm
There were other people in the apartment building.

People that didn't socialize, or throw coffee gigs, or emo at their sekrit crushes. People that weren't busy with babies -- well, actually, this person was sometime busy with babies. But only rarely, when the gyno couldn't be arsed to play pediatrician on the side, too.

House hates being idle. He hates pain, too, but activity distracts him from the fact he can't even remember what it's like to chew a goddamn vicodin and swallow it dry. A lot of idle has set in, though, and he doesn't like that either.

So he's collecting things from unused apartments-- going out with Hellboy sometimes, getting tings nobody thought about. Taking things from Engineering without even a 'hey, borrowing this'. House was never one for politeness, or 'mother may I'.

He is one for solving puzzles, for enjoying certain strange, thnigs -- for being the One they Go To For Answers. Bunraku, with his lack of approachability, with his snarls and his discomfiting stare.

And that's why he's busy again. Can't stand not having someone come and ask him for something.

So there he is, with every computer and laptop they could salvage, turning a sixth floor apartment into a veritible computer hub. He's also putting a bit of a drain on the electricity. Lightbulbs are flashing.
06 December 2006 @ 10:38 pm
Ichigo's secluded himself to his room lately, outside of going out to 202 to meet up with Faye for training every day. He tells himself (and Kon) that it's for no real reason, he's just not feeling very social these days. But that's a lie. He is, however, good at lying to himself, deceiving himself over important things, so this is no problem.

It's easy to ignore a voice when it's just a voice, nightmares when they're only nightmares, all the signs before they become something real and very, very dangerous.

For now, however, he's not thinking about that. He's in his room, the door is open just a crack, and he's sprawled on the couch, playing idly with the lion plushie that Kon is no longer inhabiting.

Yeah, he's that bored. Playing with dolls.
06 December 2006 @ 01:30 am
Chase has been having bad dreams again. It's hard to sleep, with all these weird things in his head.

So, it's wall duty, Pacing back and forth, keeping an eye out for ANYONE, new or old.