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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.

Jan. 24th, 2015 10:29 pm
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Jacob felt like the Nexus was just another version of the island but it had one difference that made it a hell of a lot less bothersome - he could go home whenever he wanted. There was always a door back to La Push and back to the beaches and forests that he remembered and while he didn't usually run into anyone else he knew, it was enough. It would always be enough to be able to have the tang of salt and pine in his nostrils and to be a wolf again instead of just a human.

It was more than enough.

So he was content to stay in the hotel, for the most part, but occasionally he got the itch to go back through the thick wooden door that led to First Beach and today was one of those days. The shift from human to wolf was effortless at this point, as was the run from the door along the beach with the seaspray nipping at his paws. The rest of his pack wasn't here but that was all right. Jacob had never been bothered by his own company and, truth be told, he and the pack weren't always on the greatest of terms. He was always closest to Leah and Seth anyway so not seeing the others (even if it hurt to miss Quil and Embry) wasn't such a bad thing.

He watched the sun go down over the water and howled up at the full, full moon before heading deep into the forest to hunt. It was kind of barbaric (and he suspected it made Belle feel a little weird, though she never said anything) but it was just something he had to do to feel like himself again.

It was good to be back.

[OOC: Jacob left the door open so feel free to see him as a wolf or as a human in his home canon.]

Oct. 5th, 2014 02:40 pm
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October had finally come. Maybe it was stupidly cliche but Adam had always liked this time of year and liked the spike in power he had when so close to Samhain. There wasn't anything else like it, no other points of the year when his power surged quite so much and he thought if there was a way back to his own version of New Salem, it would be during Samhain. He had missed his window of opportunity last year but this year, he sought to be prepared well and early on.

To that end, he'd camped out in the library with every magic book he could find, pouring through spells to see what he could find to open up a portal between worlds. It was slow business, considering it was never a good idea to mess with the unknown quite that much but Adam had to find a way to harness his power without the use of the Master tools which were, as far as he knew, locked away back in New Salem away from his reach.

The Nexus itself seemed to be a collection of ley lines, a convergence of magical power and if there was a way for him to tap into that and ride with the natural flow of magic here instead of fight against it, Adam thought there was a way for him to send that power channeling back through the door home and toward his enemy. He had to assume that Black John was still at large, even a year later, but he hoped that the stories he'd heard from other people about time suspending while in the Nexus held true; otherwise, he was sure that everyone and everything he held dear had already been destroyed by this point.

No, he had to keep faith that being in the Nexus hadn't affected the climate of things back home. Otherwise, the cloying guilt that Adam often felt about how much he loved it here and how much he did not want to go back and face his fears would rise up and swallow him completely. For the most part, Adam did love the Nexus. He loved Bella and he loved the other friends he had here and the safety far outweighed his desire to save New Salem. This attempt to launch an attack through the Nexus on Black John was a last-ditch attempt, a Hail Mary, and he did so with the knowledge that if it failed, it would have been all he could do. He would have tried, at least, and failed instead of not trying at all.

"Ugh, I've never been good at the theoretical," he muttered, gathering up his books and heading down to the pool where there was a large enough quantity of water for him to work with. Flipping to one of the spells, Adam lifted his hands and murmured the incantation while gathering up a perfectly-smooth sphere of water, testing the bounds of his control as it grew bigger and bigger.

If he could do it with a pool, maybe he could do it with the ocean itself.

[[Catch Adam either near the pool or in the library or in the corridors between the two. He looks a little frazzled.]]
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Throughout his long, varied life, Hal has seen many attempts at connection and while he bears the traits of a leader, he has also gone through long periods of his life in which he had struggled not to accept any attention at all. Now, in an odd hotel that he lingers in to grasp control, he finds himself organizing a small soirée of like-minded beings, of whom he has invited using the phone system as well as a very politely worded typed up note posted at the Front Desk which announces:

Supernatural and supernaturally sympathetic people:

Please bring your experiences to a support and conversation group. Snacks will be provided. The discussion will revolve not only around common afflictions, but a key purpose of the evening intends to assuage us all that there are no surprises to us lurking behind the doors, whether ghost, werewolf, vampire, or other.


Hal had procured the library for the evening, setting chairs in a loose circle as he tries to avoid it becoming too reminiscent of a circle in which people ought to confess their sins and their addictions. Not everyone who might come is an addict like him (or perhaps that's not the right word as homicidal murderer of thousands isn't quite in the same neighbourhood as addict). True to his word, there are snacks -- small triangle sandwiches and bitter black coffee served alongside punch.

Most importantly, there is a hush to this room that Hal feels secure in. If they are to group here together, creatures of the night, at least it will be done in privacy and solace.

Jul. 16th, 2014 08:29 pm
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"Motherfff..."

Isaac figures this has to be some kind of retribution or revenge or something that the universe is conspiring against him because he's been avoiding Beacon Hills to try not to cope with the weird shit and instead, it happens to him here, again. After the last time he'd spent a few weeks as a girl, he's pretty sure it's the one thing that makes him distrust the hotel and maybe the one thing that makes him think that hiding out here isn't as safe as he wants to think it is and yeah, maybe he should go home.

Right now, though, he's coping with the fact that he'd jogged inside from his run, walked through the front door, of all places, and suddenly his clothes are too big again and the hair is all over his face and one quick glance down shows him yup, he's got a rack again.

Isaac tips his head to the ceiling, frustration singing through him as he wonders why the hell he can't just get a normal sign from the universe, like a signed note or something. Hell, even a voicemail would've been nice, but instead he's got to deal with this.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Isaac hikes his way to the nearest sofa and sits down so he can bend over to retie the sneakers that are suddenly way too big for his feet. He'd wandered in and out of the front door, but nothing. At this point, he's wondering if maybe the only thing that will let him go back to normal is going back to Beacon Hills.

He needs to find the door first and right now, he needs to fix his shoes and get a ridiculous amount of hair out of his face. He blows strands of it out of his eyes with the force of sheer frustration, blinking rapidly when his vision clears and he finds that he's so not alone.

"Uh, hey?" Isaac offers, peering down and slapping a hand to his chest when his tank top is way more revealing than it was when he left for his run. Cheeks flushed red, he lets out another vivid curse under his breath and slumps back against the padded couch. "I'm not trying to flash you, I swear."
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Outside of the Nexus Hotel, waiters and hotel staff had begun to set up the umbrellas and the tables in the middle of the day. Soon, it became clear that something was happening in the shadow of the Nexus. White tablecloths were draped on the tables and drinks and food were brought out with the help of several waiters and servers, staffing tables with hot and cold foods beside bartending stations. Summery drinks in bright, neon colors are laid out one by one and soon, the afternoon light casts a radiant look on the scene.

Music plays faintly in the background and a note at the front desk invites all the Nexus guests to head outside and join in on the summer party, which promises to continue going as long as there are people to stay and continue keeping the warm atmosphere rolling.

On the lawn, social games had been set out -- lawn bowling, croquet, and tables were set up with chairs for anyone who didn't quite have the will or the spirit to get into such games. Soon, a small number of people had begun to mill around, but as with all parties, there's always room for more.
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The taste of ozone lay at the edge of her tongue, the faint pull of muscle and skin knitting too slowly back together at her calf keeping the rush of days just past firmly in mind.

Having found herself from one step to the next transported from the beginnings of a chase she had come to find familiar through the halls of one lush hotel and into an entirely different setting of one, Mystique had thought little of the consequences of her actions and pulled the door closed after her. One shape had melted smoothly into another at the sound of voices approaching, the skin she had worn as her only for so long one she pulled over herself then out of habit and without thought. Gone were the blue skin and red hair, the yellow-gold eyes lacking the human whites that people so preferred. Gone too was the shape of a lobbyist she had borrowed for the sake of a key and a room charged to an account that was not her own.

When a pair of strangers had rounded the corner, swept up in their own conversation and too busy to notice her as they passed, she stood the same blue-eyed blonde young woman she had lived as so long before.

The hotel had made little less a mystery after two days within its walls, an ear kept ever open for anything she might learn in overhearing the conversations of others. The others spoke easily of strange worlds beyond the doors studding the walls of the hallway. Those that served behind the desk had handed her a key to a room of her own with no question of how or why she had come to be there. She had moved through those days with little more than skimming the surface of everything around her, unsure of what to make of the collection of people who walked and lingered through the many bright-lit rooms, less sure of what to make of herself.

She had been drawn in her uncertainty to the massive library, the shelves heavy with books and comfortingly familiar in that same feel all libraries held within their walls of words and of knowledge and of quiet. She stood then fingering the edge of a book's cover on a shelf before her, a smile pulling at her lips as she considered the twisted sense of humor chance had had in her fingers catching over the gold lettering of its title.

The Metamorphosis, indeed.

Jun. 25th, 2014 07:14 pm
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Every month, Alex usually came to the same conclusion.

Sure, she could stick it out at home and pay her rent in pennies or in showing off her ankles to her landlord or trying to barter away Jane's organizing (which, while it had worked, is one of those go-tos that kind of get exhausted after a while). Or, she could head back to the Nexus and pick up a couple of shifts at the shop where she got to people watch and they paid her. Not only that, but she actually got to serve customers and she'll tell you this, sometimes she kind of forgets what that's like.

Still, there's enough lulls that she doesn't get super stressed and this is one of them. She's leaning her elbows forward, people-watching with a dazed expression on her face as she tries to make up stories about them, wondering where they came from and what cool histories they have. "Spy," she says when a brown-haired man passes. "Gay porn," she adds, when a blond one heads the other way.

Every once in a while, she has to help people, but she always gets back to that same people-gazing position from the shop counter, kind of missing Max and Penny because they would totally be good at this game. They were way better at these sorts of things than Alex was because she always hit a wall when her brain tries to go a little more than ten miles per hour.

Whatever, she thinks. It's not like she needs to be smart to watch cute guys. That only takes your eyeballs and she's got two of those, thank you very much.

Jun. 17th, 2014 09:43 am
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Nick and anger had never been a good combination. On the island it had caused him to damage more than one tree and had probably been the impetus for the island's January gift one year of a heavy bag. A bag he'd damaged and had to reinforce a few times as the island played "Fuck With Nick's Head" on more than one occasion. That, and the near state of perpetual sexual frustration, he'd been one on-edge human on that island and he'd been glad for the release, and that he hadn't been able to touch his demon powers.

Now. Well. Now it was a whole different party. Because the same issues were there, but he had full access to his demon powers.

Powers that had nearly caused him to take out the Nexus' gym before he'd teleported himself to Bella's forest door and taken himself away from humans. His only thought had been to go somewhere the odds were low he'd set off some kind of temporal rift or end the world before he had a chance to get the rage under control.

Bella had found him there, of course, fresh from her own hunt and though she didn't know him from the island, they'd talked about his time there, and his true nature, enough for her to guard the door to keep him safely in the forest. He was glad for it since she was one of the few people here strong enough to restrain him, and one he couldn't hurt in return, in mind or in body. She didn't even flinch when he'd gone full demon form on her a few times.

She must have heard enough of what he said during his rage ranting because after a few minutes, she offered herself as a substitute, a target for the protective anger boiling through him. Focusing on that, and an hour long brawl, had worked to get him off the ledge, as it were.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked when they stepped back into the hotel. Her face had been as beautiful as ever, and the only sign that she'd sparred a demon for an hour was in her torn clothes and mussed hair.

"I'll be fine," Nick responded. "The worst of it is gone. Besides, you're going to be listening for me anyway, and you can come rescue me."

Bella smiled and nodded. "You got that right."

Nick leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Go do whatever you were going to do before you decided to spend an afternoon demon fighting. I've got a different vampire to find."

He left her with a light squeeze to her ice-cold hand and turned to stalk the corridors, using every sense he had to find the using vampire bastard. To everyone else who walked close to him, he just growled out, "not a good time."

Find Nick in full prowl - he's in human form, but his eyes may turn blazing yellow at times; or find Bella looking like she's stepped out of a tornado, with ripped clothes and really messed up hair.
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25 May 1993 | The Prom

Adam finally admits he has feelings for Bella and Bella puts her past behind her.

In Progress | Teen

May. 13th, 2014 08:24 pm
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Jacob mostly kept to a set schedule on the island. Wake up, teach his class if school was in session, work on anything at the Homestead that needed repairing and head home to spend time with Belle. It was a bit predictable and occasionally broken up by going to see Bella and the baby or Coraline but it was his life and he loved it.

The island, of course, occasionally decided to throw a wrench in those plans and if his way home became a swamp or there was a freak blizzard, Jacob tried to take it in stride and just keep moving on. It wasn't anything new after three years and some change, right? Except today. He'd pulled open the door to his and Belle's little house expecting to see his wife working on some new invention...and got greeted with a complete decor change.

So the new carpet was nice. So was the air conditioning, which wasn't available in abundance on the island (being inside a room without feeling hot and sticky and without the air so thick that he could breathe without drowning was a novelty) but he couldn't figure out how it got here. Was this some trick? Some temporary decorating change that was going away whenever the island's wacky magic decided to swing back to (relatively) normal? Jacob didn't know. Smarter people than him had been stumped by the island and he had never professed to be into researching or anything that involved reading or sitting still for very long.

But the biggest change about this place was the little undercurrent of power he felt. There was a little ripple, a little spark in the air and it just felt different than he'd felt in the three years since he'd shown up on the island and resigned himself to not being able to shift anymore. Maybe he'd learned to live without that part of himself but he'd never really accepted it and he sure as hell had never rejected it. Could it be? Was the wolf still under there after all and he was finally in a place where he could access it?

He turned the corner away from the front desk and let loose on his control, feeling his body shift and change into the wolf he hadn't been since showing up on the sandy beaches of Tabula Rasa all those years ago.

Finally.

[[See Jacob either before or after he shifts into a wolf - don't worry, he's not going to bite.]]

Mar. 15th, 2014 10:41 am
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The problem with being a vampire, Bella thought as she surveyed the two uprooted trees and pile of kindling at her feet, was that there wasn't ever a break. Maybe the pent up anger, frustration and sadness wouldn't have been as intense if she could have just slept. Just a few hours away from it to reboot or reset herself.

She remembered Carlisle telling her once that vampires felt things more completely, that just as their vision and hearing and speed were enhanced, their emotions were, too. Considering the state she was in now, even days after meeting Adrian, she was pretty sure she knew why. There was no relief from it, just day after day, night after night of dwelling on it.

Today she'd decided to go to her forest, to run, to hunt. To see if she could find something to distract her expanded mind, to get away from seeing that face across the hotel and experiencing the same dashed hope that this time it wasn't someone else.

The run had helped a little, pummeling a few trees to kindling had, too.

But even now as she walked back to her room with twigs in her hair, she knew it probably wouldn't last.
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Jan. 19th, 2014 - Zombie HQ

Jane had warned her about the incoming zombie incusion, but Alex never thought it'd go down like this. At least she has a vampire and a hot something at her disposal to keep her from becoming Alex pie.

In Progress - PG-13

Mar. 2nd, 2014 01:02 am
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So this is way unexpected, but it's not like it's the first time Marceline's run into a strange interdimensional portal. It's definitely the first time she found one in her fridge, but that's life.

And hey, there's no sunlight, so why worry about all that junk? Nah. Marceline's just gonna float through the hallways and explore, because she's just chill like that, as most Vampire Queens are. She's even got a box of strawberries that she's eating one by one, poking a fang into one and sucking out all the red color. She's even being nice and putting the lifeless gray ones back in the box.

"Man this place is so weird," she says, floating two feet off the ground as she explores.

Mar. 2nd, 2014 12:43 am
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1 March 2014 | Nexus Hotel - 2nd Floor

Two vampires meet in a dark hallway and mistaken identities run rampant.

In Progress | All Ages

Feb. 8th, 2014 06:36 pm
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Imbolc had come and passed and Adam had spent it back in New Salem, trying to figure out the key to catching up to his own timeline and vanquishing Black John. He hadn't been successful at all, which was par for the course, but he had come out of it with one distinct advantage - Raj. The last time he'd wandered Crowhaven Road in search of his friends, Raj had come out from behind Laurel's house and whined at him as if he were completely inconvenienced that Adam had left him behind.

Adam wasn't sure if Raj could travel through the door back to the hotel and had been going back and forth to see him when finally he decided enough and he'd be taking Raj back with him no matter what it took; turns out, it didn't actually take much. The German Shepherd had no problems passing through the doorway back to the Nexus and Adam wanted to kick himself for taking so long to even try it. He guessed in some way it had been an excuse to keep going back home even though he couldn't solve the mystery of it.

Today, he and Raj were in one of the gardens. Raj was rolled onto his back, begging for belly rubs while Adam was engrossed in something else entirely. While he wasn't much for divination, it had its purposes and he wasn't terrible at it unlike some in their coven. Diana had been better, of course, but Adam had the requisite amount of patience to get a decent reading with tarot cards if nothing else. He couldn't focus crystals or do augury but this, he could manage.

He drew King of Cups and then The Hermit. King of Cups made sense, Adam himself was aligned with water but Hermit...well. Adam wasn't a teacher. Their coven had no real leader, which was part of the problem, and nobody had ever taught Adam how to wield magic. Most of it had come from piecing together bits of his parents' journals and figuring it out for himself. He hadn't had a lot of formal training.

"Raj, I think I'm getting worse at this instead of better." His dog merely yawned and wriggled a little, demanding more pets.

[[Raj is a German Shepherd and very friendly.]]

Feb. 5th, 2014 01:25 am
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It didn't happen often with Natasha, but on occasion cabin fever took form in her in a strange sort of mood that left her eager for company of any sort. She was alone practically all the time when she wasn't working, and it was something usually she did by choice and felt all the better for it. Being with most people wasn't easy for her when she didn't have a direction to go in or explicit orders in terms of a disguise she was maintaining, and while she could definitely be friendly enough when the time called for it, the company of strangers purely for pleasant conversation wasn't something she even know how to actively seek out, the concept was so foreign in practice to her.

The thought of walking up to a person and starting a conversation with them for no other reason than they looked interesting was an attractive idea, though, and Natasha was attempting to build up the nerve.

She'd gone to the bar for a bit and had only succeeded in getting drunk there, finding no opportunities to start a conversation with anyone, and had found herself out wandering about in the lobby. She'd put on a dress that she thought was pretty but felt utterly unlike her, which she supposed was apt for the situation. She also thought she might be a little overdressed for tossing about in a hotel lobby while perhaps a little too tipsy and feeling more playful than she had in a good while, but what did that matter?

Feb. 3rd, 2014 04:20 pm
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15 January 2014 | La Push, Washington

Eric enlists Bella's help in testing a possible antidote for Hepatitis V.

In Progress/All Ages

Jan. 4th, 2014 03:10 pm
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29 November 2013 | The Hotel/First Beach

After Adam makes it back from the Hunger Games arena with Issac a little worse for the wear, Bella takes him to her own home to let him destress.

All Ages
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A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its
ANNUAL NEW YEARS EVE PARTY

Event Location
Nexus Premises
6 PM - ?

1920's themed dress recommended, but not required for all guests


The sumptuous theme of elegance that typically surrounds the Nexus Hotel is out in full force on the evening of the 31st. With efficiency and very little said, a group had entered and snapped white tablecloths on long tables in the main lobby of the hotel, turning side-rooms into similar displays of elegance. Then came the food, followed by the alcohol, and the guests were quick to follow.

Drinks were on the lawn, in the hotel, making their way into the hands of party-goers who wore shining, shimmering, jewelled gowns of all eras, but only those from the 1920’s hung on a rack in the luggage room where hotel guests entered to check in and found themselves amidst a welcoming committee like none before.

In the skies between the hotel and the stars, fireworks shot off in hourly intervals, sparkling and accompanied by a great bang that the music from the band does its’ best to drown out (to no avail). And under those shimmering lights, the party for New Years Eve roared. It was not the only party, though, as a door had been propped open that led directly to the shining lights of Las Vegas, the gleaming neon of the strip beckoning any guests daring enough to try their hand at games of chance and luck.

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