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useabezoar ([personal profile] useabezoar) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-03-29 11:38 am

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Snape's life for the past several years has been one of dull routine. Wake up, get dressed, find something to eat, avoid everyone else, avoid the oppressive heat, avoid his terrible roommate, avoid avoid avoid. Sometimes, strange things would happen, like waking up in a new place, or with a new body, or with magic that was useless in the face of the abilities he knew he had.

But mostly, it was dull routine.

Until today.

Today should have been normal, like every other day. Nothing strange was happening on the island, at least not that he could tell. So he went about his routine. Clothes -- black, sober, as clean-pressed as he could get. Wand, tucked up his sleeve, just like every day, just in case. His fingers wrap around the doorknob to his room, and he twists and pulls...

And the room he steps out into is not the compound. Instead, he's standing in the front lobby of a hotel, much grander than anything he's seen in years.

Snape blinks. "You have got to be kidding me," he says. This is a new one for the island, this spontaneous changing of setting -- usually it happens overnight, when no one is aware of the change. He's never walked through one door and wound up somewhere else, instead.

Well, until now.

Snape folds his arms over his chest and glares out at the room, as he looks for a familiar face to demand an explanation from.
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[personal profile] mlle_belle 2014-03-29 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Belle had been on her way back from her job in the stables, picking horse hair from her sweater when she came across him. It's stunning to have such a shock, but a delightful one all the same. However, she has learned that while things may look familiar, they might not truly be and though this man wears a familiar face, she ought to tread cautiously.

She gnaws on her lower lip as she approaches curiously, tilting her head to the side. "Snape?" she tries, hoping against hope that she isn't mistaken.
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[personal profile] mlle_belle 2014-04-04 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)

Her smile brightens to quite the magnitude as he recognizes her and calls her by her name without any prompting. She steps faster to get closer, happy to be able to see a friend again after so long. She won't dare to hug him, even though a part of her really does want to. "It's me, yes," she confirms with a bright laugh. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again! When did you get here!"

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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-03-31 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kidding about what?" Marceline asks. She knows the statement isn't directed at her; she'd just happened to float past. All the same, the grumpy expression on the man's face has the vampire queen curious.
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-04-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Marceline nods, floating a little closer to him to have a proper conversation.

"Yeah, gunk like that never happens without a warning. Way annoying."
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[personal profile] morethanhuman 2014-03-31 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Erik was passing through the lobby on his way back to his room, half lost in thought, but not so oblivious that he didn't hear the other man's dark mutter as he went past. He paused by the bell desk; no one behind it, as seemed to usually be the case when there was a new arrival hanging by wanting an explanation.

"Let me guess," he said. "A moment ago you were somewhere, and you went through a door trying to get somewhere else, and ended up here instead." The man turned a look on him nearly as flat and unimpressed as some of the expressions Erik cultivated himself. His teeth flashed, barely deserving to be called a smile. "Believe me, I know just how you feel."
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[personal profile] divinestsense 2014-04-01 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
In Sirius Black's experience, good things were unfailingly impermanent. He wasn't cynical, but merely a realist—Unlike his oblivious best friend, he had a lifetime's worth of ruined joy to prove the point, and today was apparently going to add one more example to the list.

I really just bloody well figured, didn't it?

Last fall had seen Sirius toeing a precarious line, and in the interest of earning his way fully back into James' good graces, he'd been largely avoiding Snape ever since. He'd not been sorry, still wasn't sorry, but temptation avoided was temptation averted. Now here Snape was, in the one place Sirius had felt certain he'd never have to see that greasy head at all.

A greasy head that looked entirely less familiar than it really ought to have. A little older, perhaps. Definitely more care-worn, and entirely lacking in the sense of shock you'd expect from a person—Magical or otherwise—who had just found themselves in an entirely different place than they had expected.

When Sirius approached, it was with his typical carefree saunter, but his gray eyes were narrowed and sharply critical.

"See all these doors?" he began, gesturing to the row of them marching down the wall. "Choose one. Could be you'll find somebody who has a greasy git fetish behind there. Or a dragon. Either way, I'll not have to look at you anymore."