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Date: April 4, 2019

Corbie's wings are gone and Jackson is back to being human. (Very human.)

[Here | rating (pg) (ftb) | status (completed)]

st_illfleshandblood

CW: severe alcoholism.

( But then, I'm gonna drink that, and then I'm gonna pass out. )

That was how Jackson ended up taking a rather radical route to understanding and memorization. Some markers, the clinic walls, and his books. Drawing anatomical schemes, outlining the steps in one surgery after another, listing drugs and their posology. Laying that information out, actively rephrasing and rearranging it in a way that would hopefully help it all stick with him.

He fully expected the Inn to do its thing and wipe the clinic walls clean during the night, but that wasn't an issue, on the contrary. It meant that he could start over in the morning. But for now, the clinic looked an awful lot like a madman's den, with Jackson ready to play the part, his hair mussed up, his clothes rumpled, and exhaustion darkening circles under his eyes. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air, and the ashtray on Jackson's desk overflowed with cigarette butts, when he was usually so good about stepping outside for a smoke. He hadn't wanted to step away today, and they so rarely got patients anyway.

st_rummer

Date: April 1, 2019

It's not the first time Coby's woken up on the first of April to a big surprise, but this time he's not the only one thrown for a loop. Losing his wings is one thing, but Jag and Curnen in a vicious cycle of reflected empathy is a whole other level.

[Here | rating (pg) | status (completed) | ]

st_illfleshandblood

Date: April 1, 2019

Jackson and Corbie wake up together, neither one of them the same as when they went to sleep.

[Here | rating (pg) | status (completed)]

st_ackeddeck

It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.

Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.

So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.

She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.

(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)

[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]

st_rummer

I'm bored.

You're probably bored too. And if you aren't right this minute, wait an hour. Maybe a day.

So I thought, why not use these magic messaging journals for something that will help fill the time instead of stuff that saves one of the few things we already have too much of?

ASK ME ANYTHING

For those of you not from a time and world similar to mine, AMAs are a whole thing, but it's pretty self-explanatory. You ask questions. I answer them. Obviously questions about me, or things I have a chance of knowing or forming an answer are best, but if you want to ask me the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, go for it.

st_illfleshandblood

Jackson was, as often at this hour (unless he had plans with Corbie), at the bar, and well on his way to completely sozzled. He would have sworn up and down that he could still walk in a straight line, if asked, but the truth was that that line would have to be a little squiggly in places. But his Virginia drawl was more pronounced than usual, and he was at that energetic, talking-too-much stage where everybody nearby might be treated as a friend, no matter what his relation to them were, if they even had one.

"We don't talk about it often enough," he told the next such person his eyes landed on, without so much as a hello, "but the clitoris is, by far, the best organ in the entire human body. 'd ya know it's the only organ, the only one, that serves no purpose but pleasure? That's just..." His hands moved in the air as he looked for the right word, narrowly avoiding splashing bourbon with the one still holding a glass. "That's amazin'. Twice as many nerve endings as in a penis, too. Just picture that amount of pleasure. Men got played."

Perfectly respectable conversation to have with anyone, after ingesting as much bourbon as he had. Perfectly. Respectable.

st_ubby

The past few days had been at least a year's worth of emotions and exhaustion, and Vex... and Vex didn't even know how to finish that thought. What she did know was the suite was starting to feel way too small and constricting, and if she didn't get out of their rooms for a little while, she was going to go batty.

She'd finished feeding Elaina and changed her diaper – thank Pelor they no longer looked like something a black pudding left behind – and by the time the baby was dressed in the light layers all the books insisted were the only way to go, she was sound asleep again. And even more miraculously, the rain that had been falling all day decided to take a break. Vex grabbed one of the ever-present towels she was using as a baby blanket and draped it over Elaina where she slept tucked against Vex's chest. If she needed anything that wasn't already in her bag, she could always call Percy or Vax over the earrings to bring it.

Vex took a deep breath of rain-fresh air when she stepped out of the suite, and then paused, waiting and hoping she hadn't disturbed the baby's sleep. Elaina nestled closer, but didn't seem to wake, and Vex started a slow stroll, falling into an almost instinctive movement that lightly rocked the sleeping baby. She tipped her head up toward the sky, smiling at the sun peeking out from behind grey clouds. It felt so good just to be out and moving around, but it wasn't long before her attention turned once again to the bundle she carried and how her heart filled with warmth and love.

Who cared if there were dark circles under her eyes? If there was still a carefulness to how she walked that hinted at some hidden discomfort? There was an easy smile in the curve of her mouth that didn't fade, but got brighter and wider whenever she got to introduce someone to the youngest de Rolo.

Eventually she headed to the cafe. Maybe she could find out what those bug-things were the chef was cooking today.

[ooc: Meet Vex and baby Elaina either walking outside or in the cafe.]

st_rikingblueeyes

December 23

So how did Jackson end up watching a baby? An alternate of Corbie from Gotham came to visit with babe in arms and it was much easier to do her job if she didn't have to worry about her child. They leave her daughter with Jackson before taking off to have a long talk. With visions.

[ Here | rating pg? | status: in progress | idek, language? ]

st_rikingblueeyes

After Corbie offers Thor help with the warding and understanding of his dreams, she gets to lesson planning. And flailing.

November 19 Day before lesson she flails at Mildmay about her ability to teach anybody anything.

[ Here | rating pg? | status: completed | idek, language? ]

November 20 Day of first lesson she flails afterward at Jackson that maybe she has no idea how love works and she's going to die alone.

[ Here | rating pg? | status: completed | idek, language? ]

st_illfleshandblood

It was a generally accepted notion that anything at all was possible, when it came to the Madonna Inn. And yet Jackson had never thought that he might ever be faced with two Corbies (not even in his wildest dreams, which had now been upgraded). But more than that, he had never thought that he might ever find himself babysitting for one of them.

And yet here he was, lying on his back on one of the couches in the bar, the infant sitting on his stomach and playing with his stethoscope. She had taken a liking to it when he had showed her the clinic. A glass of whisky sat abandoned on the table that partially obscured Jackson from view; both of his hands were keeping the baby girl upright on his stomach, and thus much too busy to hold the glass.

"In the North Sea lived a whale," he was singing to the kid, the most innocent song he could think of, "Big in bone and large in tail. This whale used unduly To swagger and bully, And oh! and oh! The ladies loved him so... All went well until one day Came a strange fish in the bay. This fish was indeed, oh! A Woolwich Torpedo! But oh! but oh! The big whale did not know... 'Just you make tracks,' cried the whale, Then he lashed out with his tail. The fish being loaded, Then and there exploded, And oh! and oh! That whale was seen no mo'..."

st_illfighting

Dean rubbed his face for what seemed like the millionth time. He needed a drink or five. People were getting friends and family from home visiting them, word was spreading fast and who did he get? Castiel? Nope. Benny? Nope. Bobby? Nope. Charlie? Nope. He got Crowley. His freaking ghost of Christmas future.

He reached over the bar and picked up a half full whiskey bottle, Dean didn't bother with a shot glass but gave himself a highball glassful.

"Gonna share?" A soft British voice said by Dean's shoulder.

"Go away." Dean didn't even bother to look.

"Now is that anyway to treat your bestie? I came all this way to give you the information so you could be prepared and this is how you treat me. I'm hurt." His tone indicated that he was anything but. Crowley reached over and plucked the bottle from Dean's hand and poured himself a nice glassful, too. He settled on the barstool next to Dean and spun to look at the place. "What do you do for fun around here?"

"Torture demons." Dean muttered.

Crowley's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dean just shot Crowley a look.

"It's not nice to get a bloke's hopes up like that." A smile spread across his features as someone entered the bar. "Now, that's more like it."

st_argateman

Jack was going a little stir-crazy at the inn. It wasn't like he hadn't been stuck places before - he had been a prisoner on many occasions, he had been trapped on a planet without a stargate. Hell, he even had to relive the same day over and over again for months. The only difference was that in most of those situations, Jack had a goal to focus on. Even when he was stuck on Edora, he had to constantly keep busy to keep everything running - low tech civilizations would do that to you.

Jack had fished. He had jogged and scouted. He had mastered 'walking the dog' and the 'around the world' now with his yo-yo. Just when he was pretty sure he was going to die from the boredom or go insane, Jack stumbled upon a set of golf clubs. A set might have been too generous a word, but there was one driver and a putter, both pink and sparkling. He'd take it though - he thought he could probably pull off pink anyways.

He took both of the clubs out with him and went out by the tennis courts. The crappy thing was he had to make his own golf balls. After experimenting - Sam would be proud - he discovered the right amount of masking tape around a gumball would do the trick.

Jack readied his first ball, squaring up with his driver, and then swung. He had good form, but the ball definitely did not go as far as a regular golf ball would.

st_rikingblueeyes

Date: 6/26/18

Following Jackson and River's bus stunt, Corbie finds out about it from the local news and starts to panic because of course she expected idiot, but not this much idiot. Luckily Mildmay's protectiveness means he can help her figure out how to handle this.

[Here | PG? | status (completed) | idek language I guess?]

st_huntermom

Mary was helping Caroline with providing the sweets for the party - cupcakes, cookies, Rice Krispies, and a bunch of other things. There was 'real food' provided by the restaurant. there were alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks all themed for the event of Halloween and there is even music to. Caroline's decorating skills where again proven as the entire space looked as if it had been turned into Halloweentown.

Mary's at the last tray of cupcakes that look like they had spiders on them down on the table and sighed. Her work for the party was done and now she can relax. She was already in costume with some blue and pink streaks in her hair and a t-shirt that hung up one shoulder that had a skull in the front. Her makeup was indicative of a punk rocker and she even had a fake nose ring on. Now all she had to hope was that Hathaway was going to keep up his end of the bargain or else she might look up at silly.

st_unaligned

Dyson had been kind enough to acquiesce to Bo's request to find a wild turkey and bring it back so she could make a Thanksgiving turkey. He had told her he would cook it over a fire, but Bo was determined to make the turkey the proper way with stuffing and whatever. She wanted there to be at least a little bit of home here and channeling her energy into this felt a lot more productive right now than waiting for Regina and Dyson to figure out how to get the arch to actually be magical so it could be used as the first trial.

So when the fire alarm sounded from the kitchen, it was probably a bad sign. So was the smoke that seeped through the cracks of the kitchen door.

Bo coughed as she waved a cloth at the oven and then retrieved a very burned turkey from the oven. Charred might be a better descriptor. She coughed and set the pan on the counter. "I swear I followed the directions to the letter."

Except she had used Celsius instead of Fahrenheit.

st_abby

The damp, cool, chilly morning clouded with fog seemed to fit the mood about the Madonna Inn. Nobody had been quite right since the undead invasion. Definitely not Vax'ildan. But for him, it was less about their sense of day-to-day calm and safety shattered, less about undead specifically. It was a lot more to do with losing Scanlan and Pike, and the new memorials installed in the Temple.

He wondered about it, not for the first time, even as he readied for the fresh arrivals that might be coming today - or not, because they didn't always. What decided who came and went? Was there any sense in how many and when or why? Not so far as he could tell, but he'd never been the brains.

Gathering up the great heap of cloth and rope in his arms, the lean figure summoned the wings of his armor, the black of his silhouette merging with the other dark and shifting shapes skulking about in the first light of dawn. With a crouch and a lunge from the roof, he spread his wings wide and circled through the air right up to the face of the main building, unfurling the massive banner he'd sewn of spare bedsheets and painted with dark dye to tie it up taut:

WELCOME NEWCOMERS
YES, THIS MEANS YOU
NO REALLY WE'RE SURE

Life kept going on around you, no matter how confused or scared or fucked-up you were. And the best thing, the kindest thing, the sanest thing he could think to do in all this was to start up the coffee machine, stack some decorated pumpkin-shaped cookies on a platter in the lobby, and prop open the doors for whoever would join them in being confused and scared and fucked-up today.

st_runningshoes

John's been spending an awful lot of time in the library; to the point of asking the librarians to not move his books that he's pulled out and stacked on the table with the comfy chair and if the librarians allow it- John's also fallen asleep in that chair rather than going back to his room.

He feels very behind with what's in these books. Such as the discovery of the atom! The idea of the general theory of relativity. Basically, anything in science, geographic, history and technology after 1913.

Choice A

This day; John has many books on space - out. There is a planet beyond Neptune, in the solar system - discovered 1930 and planets that John he knew but apparently he did not. Apparently, Venus really wasn't anything like Earth but a toxic hot planet where lead could melt.

Greenhouse effect? What is that? There's a sticky note to look that up at some point.

Apparently, space is expanding. Who knew!

How Sputnik scared America.

Einstein says that space bends.

Mankind went to the Moon! Which John has a note to look up the physics of how a rocket is launched and manages to work in a vacuum.

There's more but he hasn't gotten to Stephen Hawking.

Oddly; there doesn't seem to be anything about if there's life out in the stars... What John is looking for - he's really not sure but it does bother him still that Xavin asked John how does one have a spaceship if one doesn't know about space?

His napkin drawing is also lying somewhere among all the mess of books.

Choice B

Today, in the library - walking the shelves were the VHS's are and picks one up on random to look at it at all corners. Takes it out of the plastic box and flips the top of the hard plastic to peek at the film inside.

Choice C

John is going around the hotel and checking for anything locked to see if he can figure out how to use his 'magic pen'. Yes, someone is literally waving that gadget like a magic wand.

Choice D

Wildcard; throw something at me; aka drag someone out of the library, please

st_illfleshandblood

Date: 6/24/18

Corbie and Jackson hit the Whitechapel of this 2018 London. Turns out the only thing still properly standing is the pub!

[Here | rating (R) | status (completed) | consensual sexytimes ftb, irremediably inappropriate relationship that still somehow works]

Date: 6/26/18

River Song and Captain Jackson meet up in London and come up with the best of plans, since clearly tour guides are doing a shit job of it.

[Here | rating (G) | status (completed) | bad life choices of the non sexual variety]

st_illfleshandblood

Jackson is a fucking idiot, and gets into trouble with the Ver. It requires a wizard, a witch and a cleric to get him out of that trouble.

( You fucking idiot. )

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st_illfleshandblood - Linkdrop - Corbie and Jackson
st_illfleshandblood - OTA: First, I'm gonna drink this, and then I'm gonna throw up.
st_rummer - [link drop] Powers Swap: A Bed Full of Feelings (Coby, Curnen, Jag & cameo by Jackson)
st_illfleshandblood - Linkdrop
st_ackeddeck - GP: April Fools!
st_rummer - [text to everyone] AMA
st_illfleshandblood - [OTA] Amazing Organ
st_ubby - [OTA] such a nice way to start people
st_rikingblueeyes - [Linkdrop] A trip sideways in time
st_rikingblueeyes - [Linkdrop] Tiny wizard flail
st_illfleshandblood - Rock-a-bye sweet baby Bonnie (Open - Dec 23)
st_illfighting - Welcome to Hell - Open
st_argateman - Macgyver of Golf (OTA)
st_rikingblueeyes - Corbie European Vacation Linkdrop
st_huntermom - [GP] Halloween Party
st_unaligned - Happy Thanksgiving? - OTA
st_abby - [EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open
st_runningshoes - Open log
st_illfleshandblood - Jackson European Vacation Linkdrop
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Entries tagged with homer jackson

Linkdrop - Corbie and Jackson

OTA: First, I'm gonna drink this, and then I'm gonna throw up.

[link drop] Powers Swap: A Bed Full of Feelings (Coby, Curnen, Jag & cameo by Jackson)

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GP: April Fools!

[text to everyone] AMA

[OTA] Amazing Organ

[OTA] such a nice way to start people

[Linkdrop] A trip sideways in time

[Linkdrop] Tiny wizard flail

Rock-a-bye sweet baby Bonnie (Open - Dec 23)

Welcome to Hell - Open

Macgyver of Golf (OTA)

Corbie European Vacation Linkdrop

[GP] Halloween Party

Happy Thanksgiving? - OTA

[EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open

Open log

Jackson European Vacation Linkdrop

Otherworlds: Curiosity killed the doc

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