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As Mary made the lobby ready with baked goods, she did so with a quieter disposition than she normally did. She was well aware of man behind the check in counter sorting through room keys There were a lot people who must be gone, though she wasn't quite sure the number yet. She had, of course, already made sure Sam, Dean, River, and James were still around. It was a little selfish, but for her, those were the ones that mattered the most to her. Still, she couldn't help wonder if the hotel would be quieter now or if this was some major move on whoever was in control. If it was a move, she wondered what the move was working toward - hopefully nothing like the incursion several months ago.

She set down a basket of chocolate chip cookies and then stretched, arching her back. Maybe she should go get a drink from the bar today.

st_argateman

Jack had taken up jogging as one of the ways to pass the time. The interesting thing about where he was stuck was it seemed like jogging different paths and directions always gave something new for him to see. It was the early hours of the morning when he took off on a jog. The weather was nice and the coolness of the morning meant that he wouldn't overheat while running. About an hour into his jog, he slowed to a halt. There was a baby deer that appeared to be trapped in some leafless bush. Its leg was bleeding, presumably from trying to get out of its entanglement. He slowly approached the deer and crouched, beginning to try and free the baby animal.

~*~

Ned was a-buzz since Peter mentioned the news of him going all the way with Liz. He finally had a friend that had done it. Peter Parker was both Spider-Man and not a virgin - he was living his ultimate life. This was what preoccupied Ned's thoughts as he sat in the lobby trying to program part of the video game he and Peter were working on. He kept making way more mistakes than he normally would.

Finally he decided to stop and switch projects. His other project required less thought since it was almost done. After several key strokes later, he placed a small homemade helicopter on the coffee table. He pressed ENTER. The propeller on the helicopter started to spin and it flew up a foot in the air. Ned grinned, pleased.

~*~

Liz sat on one of the lounge chairs outside by the pool with her journal beside her and chemistry homework out on her lap. On top of her chemistry homework was her sketchbook. She couldn't quite concentrate today, either, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was what happened on the weekend with her and Peter or maybe it was the conversation she had with Mr. Stark. She decided that trying to draw, despite not having Piotr around, would be helpful. There were some flowers trying their hardest to bloom and she tried to draw them where she sat. Of course, she was still too critical on herself and she continuously erased her work and started over

~*~

Not too far away from Liz was Bo on a yoga mat. She was stretched out doing yoga int leggings and a work out bra and currently doing the triangle pose. She was stressed, but she didn't know why exactly. Maybe it wasn't stressed as frustrated, but she still couldn't pinpoint why. She moved to the downward dog, giving anyone who was paying attention a rather good view of her backside as she tried to stop her mind from wandering, but it was hard. She let out a little frustrated breath.

~*~

Alec was coming back from his own run. He still had energy to burn so he made a change in course and he headed toward the pool which seemed to be pretty busy, though no one was actually swimming. As he neared the pool he toed off his shoes and then pulled off his shirt, leaving a trail of his clothes as his pants where last and he dove into the deep end. He didn't come up right away either. He let the cool water hug his body. Finally, he pushed off the bottom of the pool and surfaced.

~*~

Mary wasn't outside. She was in the bakery trying some vegan recipes for brownies and cookies. It wasn't necessarily because she was vegan, but she thought that she should have some option for people who might be. So far there were two abandoned batches of brownies on the table - one wasn't sweet enough and one had used too much applesauce. She mixed the pumpkin mix into the new batch and poured it in, hoping the third time was the charm.

st_rikingblueeyes

This was one of the best birthday presents Corbie had ever received.

She didn't know how it ranked next to the afternoon she'd spent with Coby and Jackson yesterday exactly, but as far as an object that was put into her hands for her to keep, this deck of cards spoke to something deep inside her and filled her up with a feeling like sunshine. It made her want to jump and run like a little girl.

It was not the Sibylline. It could never be the Sibylline. But one time or another that they'd been let out, Mildmay had found her a deck that resembled it in many ways. The names and symbolism were different. But the energy. The art blazed in the same way that deck must have done when it was new, and the images were wild and strange and beautiful in a way that she found a little disturbing and possibly even frightening. But she loved them in ways she didn't entirely know how to put into words.

So when she finished her shift at the library she bustled outside and, laying down a safe space with a whispered word and some chalk lines to keep her cards from scattering in any errant breeze, spread her new deck out on the pavement where she could see all of it at once.

Later there would be notes. Later there would be studying. Right now? She just wanted to see how pretty it was. Though even as she laid out the cards, she named the corresponding Sibylline cards that she could remember. "The Guide... The River, the Rock..."

st_artingpoint

Jane had kept mostly to herself since the visit from both her brother and apparently her future husband Kurt Weller. There were so many things going through her mind and so many emotions tied to it. She also was dragging her feet telling Thor that she actually wasn’t Sif but really Alice Kruger, Jane Doe. Something in the pit of her stomach had told her that she wasn’t Sif, but there were so many stories and similarities that she wanted to believe it. Not the least of which, it gave her a connection to someone like the others at the Inn had.

She didn’t have that, but reading through the files and talking to her ‘visitors’ a part of Jane did feel that connection. It was closer to Roman, memories and buried feelings surfaced with his visit. Jane knew that she couldn’t put it off any longer, it wasn’t fair to Thor for him to continue to believe his friend was here when she wasn’t.

Since the conversation should be private, Jane went to Thor’s door and knocked. She wasn’t sure if he’d be there, or with Tony, but she figured it was as good a place to start as any.

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_ratagem

Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

***

Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.

st_recuerdame

Miguel, with the help of Mack, Mia, and Carlos, was able to put up decorations and flyers all over the inn telling about Dia De Los Muertos. Carlos had helped make the food for the offrendas that people wanted to put up. There were picado banners strung between the temple door and some tables around it. He had set up his ofrenda outside of the temple and of course with Vax's help got the area inside the temple all cleaned up and special if people wanted to go inside and put little welcoming and celebrations of their friends or family that have left there instead of outside.

He very carefully lit a couple of the candles on his table once the sun went down. Miguel had been able to find some marigolds and with permission, picked a few to put the petals around his area. He had a picture of his family that had arrived in his egg and a picture of Scanlan on his phone. Miguel didn't know how to print it off to use it so he had his phone on his ofrenda, with the picture up. Sure his friend had gone home rather than to the Land of the Dead, but he was gone from the inn so that counted. At least it did in Miguel's mind.

His guitar was tucked in his lap where he sat cross legged by a plate of sugar skulls and began to play what he'd been playing this time last year with his little sister and family. Proud Corazon.

Dante sat next to Miguel, with an eye toward the food. He was tempted, but he didn't. He knew how much this meant to Miguel and the others here. He wondered with the veil so thin, if others would be able to see him as the Spirit Guide he was, or if he would look like a Xolo dog still to them.

st_artingpoint

Jane had a lot of restless energy lately. Most of that was due to the attack at the inn as well as all the thoughts about Asgard, Sif, Thor and the Warriors three. The best way that she had of getting rid of that pent up energy was kickboxing. It allowed her to hit something and to think which was a nice combination.

There were so many question especially after talking to Tony and the possibility that the American government working with Asgard or on their own could have taken and changed her memories from Sif. The possibility was real, but with the memories and dreams that she'd had since waking up at the inn, she could also be Jane/Remy/Alice from South Africa and New York. As she told Liz, Jane wasn't sure if she wanted to Sif or Jane, but the truth was, she wanted to know. But, she also didn't want to know. It was nice to think that she had an 'exotic' background of being from Asgard and friends with the god of Thunder. That was a nicer life than a daughter of murdered Apartheid protestors and raised to be a soldier by first the government of South Africa and then by Ellen Briggs or how she was known by the FBI - Shepherd.

At the thought of how she might have been raised, her fists and leg hit the bag with added force. It wasn't long before she needed to take a break and some water. Jane reached for a towel to wipe the sweat and to reach for a bottle of water. Maybe she'd go for a swim after this.

~*~*~*~*~ By the pool~*~*~*~

After a nice workout that helped with the energy, Jane had changed into her bikini and swam a few laps. The laps had been to cool off and clear her thoughts, both of which helped. Now, she felt like a slug so instead of toweling off and going back to her room, she relaxed against the back of the lounge chair and let the sun dry her. One of the benefits of having Molly for a friend was that as soon as she sat on the lounge chair, a bottle of cold beer was delivered to her from the pool bar. She didn't even have to ask for it. It was nice. Now, if someone could just send her over a slice of pizza to go with the beer, she'd be good.

st_argateman

Jack had been here for a few days now and had gone exploring. He did the usually 'there has to be a way out' though he believed people that there wasn't one that anyone knew about. Walking around in the forest and the desert was nice and familiar, too, so he did it enough to make it feel like he was simply Off-world. Which he was, technically. By the third day, Jack abandoned his gun and combat gear in his room unless he was going on a hike - he didn't need the weapons in the inn, he observed, though he was still in his basic military clothes because he refused to accept the pink at the boutique - no thank you.

Currently, however, he sitting in the cafe. On the table in front of him was a half eaten pumpkin pie slice, a half of a deli sub, and two untouched chocolate chip cookies and a coffee. He had a yo-yo and was currently trying to master the "around the world" trick while sitting and leaning back in the chair. It wasn't going terrible, but it wasn't going well either.

At least he was going to get really good at his yo-yo, right?

st_rongliketeflon

Maria decided to take a page out of Liz's book and waitress. She enjoyed the casual attire and lack of uniform. She liked she could make her own hours. She liked that she could take breaks whenever she wanted. If only real life could be like this.

She was still learning the ropes of the Madonna Inn. She knew her way around now, but the quirks of each person was still a mystery to her. Her fashion remained the same which was the 90s with hints of hippie inspiration from her mother. Today Maria wore jeans and a tank top. She brought an order out and placed it on the table. "Here you go. Hot out of the oven."

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Brad was also at the restaurant. He was working on some writing he had started when he first got here. What was first letters to his mom and brother were now stories of the Inn. The creative writing class had always been one of Bradley's favorite classes. He found writing about the Inn and the events that transpired calming in an otherwise nerve-wracking place. As he went to write on the next piece of paper, one of his full ones flew off the table and drifted away. On that paper was the beginning of the retelling of the attack on the Inn.

st_hotflashes

Caroline and Liz had worked hard over a few weeks to gather all the materials and organize everything for the art show gallery. People had donated pieces they wished to display - some more eager than others as the girls had gone around the ask.

There were sketches and paintings from various Otherworlds by Piotr. Mack provided sketches of people at the inn as well as a few scenes from his comic book while Lillith provided her own sketches of various characters from her graphic novel with some painting that ranged from some of the high color styles of the 20th century (Fauvism, Orphism, Abstract Expressionism). Thor, too, provided similar doodles of his own. There were photographs from Peter Parker and a few water colours of landscapes by him too. Liz's contribution had been mostly sketches of plants and scenes from the inn while Caroline had found some of Maya's art work in the Lost and Found. Her work, varying in mediums and styles, were put on displays beside drawings done by Jane. In the middle of the room were displays of stone workings by Kashaw and a few detailed weapons made by Zahra.

There was finger foods provided and punch, both alcoholic and not, and there were seats set up for viewing should people wish to sit and truly take in the art. A few stations were set up around the room for participation - one with some blank easels and paint, another wither water colours, one with charcoal and a fourth with clay. The signs encouraged people to try their hand at some art themselves.

st_illfighting

With the help of River and copious amounts of alcohol, Dean had finally finished learning the stupid song and moves. It was put off as long as he could, but Dean would never go back on a bet. Especially one won doing beer pong. It didn't mean he wouldn't get his revenge. He would, but for now, Dean was a single lady and you better put a ring on it.

The most traveled place was the spot by the cafe in the lobby. Most people would see you there either coming and going from the inn or to the bar or pool. Of course Clarice picked that spot.

He set up the music and hoped that for once, everyone was outside enjoying the day. Dean was dressed in the 'gift' from Clarice but he was not wearing the pumps, he didn't care and he had borrowed a wig. If he was going to do it, he would do it right.

The beginning of the song began to play and Dean got to the empty area 'stage'.

[Note: This is what Dean looks like doing it (Justin) - http://dai.ly/x3hf372 ]

st_rongernow

To: All
From: Clarice

Subject: Entertainment

You might want to check out the entertainment in the cafe by the lobby. If I had a way to send a recording on this thing I would.

st_illsinging

Their lesson was muddled with some wise-ish words of wisdom, but Scanlan was pretty sure he hadn't given Liz entirely bad advice on how to be a girlfriend of a guy who had a kid. He directed her to Pike, though Kaylie wasn't exactly eight years old when she came into his life.

He watched as the girl set off to find a place to pluck at her homemade guitar - he was still really impressed Miguel was able to make something that sounded like a real guitar.

He pulled out his lute, sitting on a bench in the garden and maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of Pike at some point. He strummed. Under the bench was a violin case. He still was not yet able to open it. At least it wasn't spending all it's time under his bed?

~~~

Liz found a quiet place near the pond apparently formerly used for weddings. She sat on the small dock. She was feeling a little better after everything - Annie wasn't hurt or angry, Peter hadn't written her off. Still, the whole thing was confusing. Liz was starting to think almost dying under the rubble was affecting her more than she realized.

She tried to push those thoughts away and try to put the song she had finished writing to a melody, but it was hard. She still wasn't very good at transitioning chords. At least it gave her something to focus on.

(ooc: both are OTA, just tag whoever you'd like)

st_artingpoint

Jane's mind couldn't get off the revolving door of questions. She'd talked to Molly about her memories and of what Thor had said of Sif. If she truly thought her memories of Alice and Remy were real then to Molly they would likely appear real. She'd also talked to others about government experiments and it wasn't above the realm of possibility that what she'd thought was a drug in her system could have been something else. Even Abby who had performed the experiment worked for the government. Had she been in on it? Was she Alice? Was she Remy? Was she Jane? Or was she part of the Warrior Three from Asgard?

There might never be an answer, but there was only one person that could tell her about Sif and Asgard. So she'd sent Thor a message to meet her at the poolside bar. Jane had a feeling this conversation would require alcohol and lots of it. She picked up a bottle of whiskey, something Dean drank so it was familiar, and she poured herself a glass as she waited for her new (old?) friend.

st_igmatized

So the door to Safari Room had been blown clean off its hinges and the remains of a king-size bed were on fire in the parking lot by building three, but Sunny was totally fine. This was fine.

It wasn't like she'd spent weeks tinkering at another idea to get the hell out of here that had completely failed just this morning. It wasn't like she was about to turn twenty-four in this place. It wasn't like she felt a chasm of misery and loneliness in her belly threatening to open wider and swallow her whole from the inside. It wasn't like she'd just thrown an unholy screaming fit and smashed anything that could take smashing before throwing that second goddamn bed that mocked her with its emptiness straight through the wall and then set it ablaze.

She was completely fine.

Of course, in the midst of all that it had completely slipped her mind until she saw an unfamiliar face or two that today was potentially an arrival day. And then for a flicker of an instant she was ashamed. But it died quickly.

"Shit." She needed a drink.

st_illavirgin

Carlos hated being back at the hotel. He had begun by trying to access the Nevernever but that had totally failed, then caught up with Buffy to go and visit both London and Edinburgh, for varying reasons, and the rest of the time he had headed to Spain - he may have been well travelled, but rarely got time to be a tourist - but his time relaxing and finding out about Spain had been unceremoniously cut short when he woke up and found himself back at the hotel. For a few moments he lay there, utterly fed up, and just feeling incredibly homesick.

That only lasted a few minutes; after that he was a man on a mission.

He hunted out Caroline, and had a long chat with her. Plans were set. Time to cook up a storm. They'd missed 4th July, this could serve as a belated celebration, as well as a 'things ain't all bad here' event. Posters went up throughout the hotel, giving notice of a cook out. Everyone was encouraged to attend. What could be bad about this?

Grills were set up outside to cook up as much meat as they could hold; non-meat options were there as well for variety; salads prepared... a vast array of food to try and cheer up anyone who needed it. Carlos took his place at the grills, brandishing tools, turning the meat over just at the right point.

All that was needed now was people to attend.

[ooc: Use as a general gathering post - if you want Carlos specifically, tag him in the subject line]

st_ormbreaker

Thor had a decent enough time in Europe. He's traversed many parts of Midgard before and even visited Jane briefly when she was doing her scientific research in London, but he never seemed to stay anywhere on Earth for very long. In hindsight, that was probably a contributing factor in their decision to break up. Their, Thor insists -- not her.

He quickly identified that this wasn't his Earth, though. As much as unpleasant as the circumstances on his Earth were, he needed to return to it and finish what he had failed to finish before.

Though his attempt to teleport back to Earth failed when he first arrived here, he was thoroughly convinced it was a fluke. With enough of an effort, he could live this place; he'd eventually overpower whatever dark magics possessed this place, no matter how powerful their captors were. If he could summon the power of the Bifrost, he rationalized, surely he could leave this place.

That, perhaps, is why Thor has been persistently trying to teleport, and his efforts only land him in one place in the hotel, and then another.

The rainbow light of the Bifrost appears only a second before he does, but once he arrives, he surveys his new surroundings with a frown and a critical eye.

"No, didn't work," he says to himself.

[OOC: Feel free to have Thor arrive wherever in the Inn. I'm willing to roll with whatever situation you want to throw him in.]

st_everybodylives

If anyone asked, River hadn't done anything to end up in a cell - though as far as she could tell you didn't really have to. As such she wasn't exactly keen to wait around and find out what her punishment was, that and really she'd had enough prisons to last her a lifetime. They had checked her for weapons and confiscated her bag, which she would have to retrieve on her way out as it carried her diary and sonic screwdriver but they hadn't let her without some resources. Mainly her wits.

But still.

She was still inspecting the walls for any weakness or chink when the cell door was opened and new arrivals were ushered inside.

"Oh good," she said when the door was closed again, "Company." Disreputable she hoped, and willing to help or things would be more complicated.

( Read more... )

st_artingpoint

One of the locals in Zermatt had recommended going to Geneva as well as some of the Swiss wineries for day trips. Another suggestion had been to do some hiking and ski trails into Northern Italy from the Matterhorn, so Jane had taken them up on those suggestions.

After spending time skiing on the Matterhorn, she took one of the trails into Breuil-Cervinia, Italy and had lunch at a small restaurant with a view of the Alps and after shopping she stopped at a lovely local bar to warm up with alcohol before heading back into Switzerland.

When Jane was ready for some more nightlife than the carless town of Zermatt offered, she headed by train into Geneva. It was something that she craved, that she didn’t know that she did until she experienced it. This was a side that she learned about herself, she actually liked the energy of the large cities, with time for relaxation back at Zermatt.

[ooc: Catch her anywhere from the Matterhorn, hiking trails, exploring Northern Italy or Geneva. This can be anytime during the Europe vacation.]

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st_huntermom - [GP] Arrivals and Departures
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st_rikingblueeyes - [EP] A special treat for a special day - OTA
st_artingpoint - [For Thor] Biting the bullet
st_illfighting - Welcome to Hell - Open
st_ratagem - [GP] SNOW DAY
st_recuerdame - [GP] Dia Le Los Muertos
st_artingpoint - Earning and burning calories - Open
st_argateman - Yo-Yos - OTA
st_rongliketeflon - [EP] Maria and Brad - OTA
st_hotflashes - Art Show (Gathering Post)
st_illfighting - Dean makes good on a bet - Lip Sync Hell
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st_illsinging - Music Time (dual pup OTA)
st_artingpoint - For Thor - Catching Up
st_igmatized - [GP/EP] Check-in Day
st_illavirgin - [GP] Food for the soul
st_ormbreaker - A Thor-ny Situation - Open
st_everybodylives - [Log] Jailbreak - River S, Dean & Jane - Backdated to Ashphodel Station
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Entries tagged with jane doe

[GP] Arrivals and Departures

Spring Time (Multiup OTA)

[EP] A special treat for a special day - OTA

[For Thor] Biting the bullet

Welcome to Hell - Open

[GP] SNOW DAY

[GP] Dia Le Los Muertos

Earning and burning calories - Open

Yo-Yos - OTA

[EP] Maria and Brad - OTA

Art Show (Gathering Post)

Dean makes good on a bet - Lip Sync Hell

Text to Everyone

Music Time (dual pup OTA)

For Thor - Catching Up

[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[GP] Food for the soul

A Thor-ny Situation - Open

[Log] Jailbreak - River S, Dean & Jane - Backdated to Ashphodel Station

Unplanned and Spontaneous Travel - Open

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