Have you noticed anything odd happening about the village?

Galen left PROXY and Mr. Muggles with Claire, figuring the holodroid with countless deadly training modules stored in his memory banks was more than enough protection and if not, hopefully the dog would make enough irritating noise to alert anyone in the neighboring rooms to trouble. He told Claire he was going to meditate in the glen, which was true enough, but he also planned to meet Nathan, a fact that he edited for the time being. She'd probably be upset that she wasn't there to introduce them, but truth be told, he felt much less pressure this way.

He started to walk straight to the glen, but paused at the treeline and turned to walk back to the stables, to wait for the other man's arrival so that he could show Nathan the way to his makeshift training grounds.

Laura was making her way home form the bakery when the sky decided to open up and dump rain. The day had been beautiful so she wasn't carrying an umbrella, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up.

Locking the door of the bakery, she took a deep breath before taking off running. She didn't make it far before she was soaked, but she kept going, and was reminded of times when she and her sisters would do the same thing only on purpose. It would drive her mother insane, and as Laura ran she could hear her sister's voices clear as a bell in her head.

"Laura catch us, I bet you can't!"

"I bet I can, I'm faster because I'm older!"

"We're faster because we're still little!"

By the time Laura made it to the hotel she was drenched and laughing, and she leaned over to brace her hands on her knees as she panted.

I am need of your assistance. May I use your rooms at the temple for meditation? I need somewhere private so that I can meditate and I hate to impress upon your own personal quarters.

[Nathan and Bennet]

What do you know about Sylar?

[Master Obi-Wan]

I felt a disturbance in the Force today. A feeling of dread that I haven't been able to shake.

Having made the arrangements and contacted Christine, having found a time that worked for both of them (seeing as Tony's schedule was startingly open), he adjusted the lapels of his suit and the knot of his tie as he knocked on the door. Right on time. Pretty impressive, hmmm?

Reid wasn't sure what the hell he was doing but he was sure he had lost his mind.  He was only joking around with Pogue at first and so he didn't know what got him to the point of actually wanting to admit to the other boy that he was with Tyler.  All he had to say was that there was someone and that was that.  But know Pogue, he would have harassed  Reid till he found out and then there would be trouble because either Reid would have to lie or tell the truth anyhow.

And he didn't want to lie.

At one time he might have.  He probably would have come up with some hot girl and convinced her to vouch for him but that didn't feel right anymore.  Not when it could hurt Tyler or get the other boy pissed off at him.  So he was going to tell the truth and hope that neither one of those things happened anyways.  He just wanted to be with Tyler after all and he was tired of hiding. 

So now he was going to tell Pogue and then next would be Caleb.  If they accepted it, then good.  If they didn't, that was their own problem but he wanted them to know. 

Carolyn had considered asking River to watch Diana while she went out for a few hours, the first time in a long while, but she realized the thought of being away from the child was terrifying.

Would the Village take Diana away too? Who was next? River?

So instead she settled the baby comfortably in the sling. It was chilly out, but the walk was pleasant and she was feeling less exhausted by the time she came back to the hotel. Her plan was just to go back to the room, but she paused at the elevator. After a moment's thought, she hit the button for Jax's floor instead.

She knocked on his door with her free hand, having stopped at the bakery to fill a bag with as many pastries as it could hold.

After dinner with Gabriel, Greg came right back to the room hoping Elle would calm down once she saw he was home safe. He didn't see any smoke coming from the bedroom but also didn't see Elle out in the living area. Taking a deep breath he locked up for the night and then settled on the couch.

Yeah, he was a total chicken sometimes.

The truth was there had been a slight buzz in the back of his head that had slowly become a full on headache and he wasn't so sure he could hold his against Elle right now. Kicking off his shoes he curled up on the couch to sleep.

( Dream a little dream )

Greg woke up panicking and screaming out for Elle. "ELLE!" He didn't notice his nose was bleeding all he cared about was making sure Elle was okay.

You won't believe this. There's someone here who looks like me. His name is Tim.

There's also this little kid with him that can read minds. Kid knew about my Powers.

They're no threat though.

Long pants and long sleeved shirt. The truth was, he didn't want to talk to River about the collection of marks he was beginning to accumulate on his body. His shoulder and thigh still ached and although it didn't hurt to lie on his back anymore, (unless he was passed out drunk or from blood loss) every time he took a shower, he could see how the marks had faded just a little more, and all he could think was how he could get the next fresh batch.

Finding those two vampires had been a stroke of dumb luck.

So it was long pants and long sleeves, unless it came down to sex, which, if he was to be honest, wouldn't be unexpected. He needed the company. The clocks had stopped and it had gotten him pacing, debating out loud as to whether or not he should message Jack. The "yes" side had won out in the end, but he was already regretting it. It wasn't like the other man would even answer, right? He wanted nothing to do with John. He'd made that clear time and time again.

John made a gruff sound of frustration and took a swig out of the bottle of vodka in his hand. This had to be more than Jack. It must be the clocks. He couldn't figure why he was this anxious. The tickling in the back of his head, the sense that he'd forgotten something, like a black out during a particularly drunken night, was driving him mad.

It really wasn't showing off so much as a way to both make a rather mundane boring task go by quicker while also re-enforcing discipline and control in his utilization of the Force. Galen lifted the DVDs off of the shelves and swiped a cloth across the surface, one shelf at a time, using only the Force to complete the task. It took a ridiculous amount of focus, almost as much as reassembling the delicate pieces of a lightsaber, but he rather enjoyed the challenge.

And it was still perfectly mundane--until something pulsed through him, a sense of dread and something...hovering, just around the corner. It made him jerk, and every case he'd been holding in mid-air fell to clatter on the shelf and to the floor. It was nothing he'd ever felt before, but then...he'd never been as connected to the Force as he was now. Farsight had always eluded him when the Dark Side had been clouding his mind, his focus.

Somewhat shaken, he bent down to pick up the fallen cases and replace them in their proper place on the shelf.

Current Mood: anxious

[Private to Jack]

Noticed all the clocks stopped? Thought you might know why.

[Private to River]

Clocks stopped and I thought of you. Miss you, love. Think I need you.

Victor gasped, his head was reeling and what felt like a million voices all tumbling through it at once. Stumbling out of the chair and away from what had caused the crash of personalities, Victor tripped over his own feet and landed on something that wasn't smooth enough to be the wood floors of the Dollhouse...

The ground was rough under his hands, and the outdoor air confusing to a Doll state that was used to the recycled air of the Dollhouse. What was going on? Why were there... He had just been having a diagnostic with Topher, had he fallen asleep?

Off in the distance, he heard the sound of horses wickering and stomping in their stalls, and something inside Victor shifted and clicked over into someone else. Drew Chilton managed to push himself up from the ground with his palms, getting his feet under himself and standing. He wiped his hands together and looked around trying to figure out what was going on. Where was-

A cool breeze blew past, and Drew shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. Why was he wearing pajamas? Where were his clothes...? This wasn't right. First things first, find a place outside of this wind. And maybe a pair of boots, too. Figuring out where he was wouldn't help if he froze doing it.

Following his own advice, Drew made his way to the stables. Horses were warm and even if he didn't find anyone to explain things to him, they tended to help him think.

((ooc: Slowtime would be great? But welcome to the beginning of Victor! Explanation on his into post in the ooc com))

Phoebe was in her office, the door wide open as music played through the club. She wanted to put together a holiday party for the village after Thanksgiving was over. She was looking at the calendar, and looking at a list of supplies. It wasn't a bad idea to know what they had and what more they would need to order by that time. Planning in advance would make sure nothing went wrong. Well, hopefully. She was a Charmed One living in a magical village, so she knew that anything could go wrong at any possible time. She was just trying to be optimistic that nothing would go wrong for the party she wanted to throw this year. There had been so many changes for her over the last year or two and she needed something happy and cheerful for the upcoming holiday season.

Rhiannon, for her part, was curled up on her blanket near Phoebe's desk, watching her.


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Wanderer was behind the bar, cleaning the bottles of alcohol and making a list for her boss as she organized them. Phoebe hadn't told her to do it like that, but Wanderer had her own way of doing things. As she wrote down the names of the different alcohol, she also wrote down notes concerning how many people she knew to like a certain drink. After she put the bottles back on the shelves, she was alphabetizing them, as well. It would make it easier to grab something to make a drink if the place was crowded.


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Mimi was sitting in a booth with some kind of fruity drink and listening to the music. She was taking classes at the college -- and how weird was that? Not only had she started back to school, she started back to school in a weird village place that kept you from leaving it. She flipped a page in the textbook she was studying and tried to concentrate on the lesson at hand.

However, she was having a really hard time not getting up from her booth and dancing to the music that was playing in the club.


[[OOC: Multi pup post. Just please note in the subject line who you're tagging. Periods of slowplay due to migraine and packing. I hate moving, btw.]]

Karla still wasn't quite sure what to make of this place and she really didn't like that she wasn't able to leave here. Morton had to be going crazy with not knowing -- which meant he would have stirred up the rest of the boyos. That, in turn, would have upset the rest of the coven.

She had taken to wandering the village and examining almost every inch that she could. She had never heard of such a place that could trap the inhabitants, and she was curious about the kind of power it took to do something like this.

Wandering also gave her something to do until she could speak with Jaenelle. She had heard that her friend and sister was back in the village, but as of yet, she hadn't seen her.


[[OOC: Periods of SP due to migraine and packing.]]

Today was one of the very rare days when Tim's work schedule overlapped with Jason's (though there was confusion what with clocks not seeming to be working). So rather than be inside at the candy store, or inside at the sandwich shop, David sat on a bench, well within sight of his caregivers. He was sitting, you see, and he was contemplating things. Not terribly heavy thoughts, but thoughts, nonetheless. Like the leaves changing colors; they were pleasant. The slight chill in the air; he wore his jacket without prompting. He sat, feet far off the ground, small hands clasped in his lap, his backpack by his side on the bench; there was ample room for another to sit should they want to. And he contemplated. As small, alien-human boys were wont to do.

All Jack had wanted to do was go home, go back to his team, carry on with his life. That was the decision he made. He got slightly cranky when his decisions went off track, with no real reason for it.

Still, at least most of his team was here, even if he still had to track down Gwen. He was out on the streets, aiming to get a coffee, when he saw the Doctor in the distance - but he chose not to approach. Not yet. He knew how hard it was for the Time Lord to see him, not that that would stop him normally. Today though, he just wanted to explore.


As for Ten, slow time. Feel free to disturb him wherever you want to.

The Doctor stood staring into space. It wasn't something he was prone to doing, but today warranted it. Something was fundamentally wrong. He could feel it.

He must have looked strange, standing there in the middle of the street, looking upwards, but he couldn't help himself.

He reached down, checking the fob watch he kept on his person ever since he'd returned to normal. Time was flowing normally, though he'd heard rumours that everyone else's watches had stopped yesterday. What was going on?


Slow time as I'm out part of the evening, but he had to get this out there.

He walked for a day.

That was how long it took for Vincent to conclude that, at least for now, he was trapped in this place. Stubbornly, he'd hiked all over the village in his attempt to find an escape, as though heading in the right direction - whichever that might be - would give him access to the world beyond this one.

It didn't.

Each attempt to go beyond the borders of the village found him being inexplicably transported back to his starting point, turned around so that he was facing inwards with only one way to go. He was stuck here, and he'd yet to have an explanation why. And it was made worse by the knowledge that somewhere beyond this place there were people waiting for him, counting on him to come to their rescue. If they died because he was trapped here, because he wasn't inventive enough to find his way out...

He shook his head slightly as he sat at the end of the pier - the most secluded spot he'd found - staring at the rocking of the dark water beneath his feet.