[Open Post] Where the Streets Have No Name

[lesandra]

Hey! Let's do a thing.

Throw up a starter, or let me know who you want and I will throw up a starter. Any of my muses are fair game. Lemme know who you want!

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[lockanthrope]

It's been months since Tyler has seen Mystic Falls. He's been traveling from one city to the next, one state after another, trying to find other packs to warn them. Most of it is wild goose chases, being sent from one town to another and finding the packs he's looking for are gone, or moved, or no one has ever heard of them.

The gone ones are the worst, the most worrisome. Had they heard and they were hiding, or had he gotten to them and they fought? He used them and destroyed them? God he hopes not. It's all he can do though, is hope and do the best he can.

Northern California made him feel just about as far from home as he could get. He hadn't counted on ending up this far but he just kept driving from one state to the next and now he's here.

And he's facing a garage. Well then. He can work with that while he tastes things out. Parking the BMW out front, he heads inside, pausing in the dark to let his eyes acclimate.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

[artfulforger]

None of this makes sense and yet it makes perfect sense. It's been years since Mal died, and yet how many lives had she touched? Is it possible that she somehow sent this woman to them here and now?

After discussion, they knew it wasn't safe to go together. If it was a set up, they could only afford to let one of them be captured and so Eames had convinced Arthur to stay with Peter in Northern California and he boarded a plane.

He'd chosen the bridge because it had crowds and it had all manners of egress and he knew it would mean he could get away. Even if it made it easier for someone to sneak up on him.

Checking into a hotel, he changed into the outfit he'd told this woman he'd be wearing, grabbed his copy of the Count that he'd had since Mal gave it to him, and headed for the bridge.

continuing from bakerstreet!

[woocas]

Continued from here!

yeah all good text you later, tater

Well, that went better than he thought! Lucas sits back, laying his phone down on the hotel table and breathes a huge sigh of relief. He might not be in town too long, but he's determined to make the most of it, and hopefully for the time lost between them.

The next day and a half passes at a neck-breaking pace, as all overnight investigations tend to do. He barely has time to eek out another quick text or two, a few pictures from the building the team is looking into while giddy, nervous, energy builds. Since graduating high school their paths have diverged only to wind back together now.

hey what's a good place for coffee? you free soon? He shoots off the text as even approaches and promptly paces the hotel room while he waits for a reply.

For Lesandra

[divaoftime]

Maybe it's a petty use for her powers --okay, fine, it is-- but that's not going to stop her doing it. She wants to see the face of the bitch who had the nerve to buy up the very last stick of her favorite lipstick from Sephora. It's a very specific shade of Fuscia and it should have been Piper's!

She lady at the shop said it had only sold ten minutes or so ago, that's not even that far into the past. It will be easy to pick up the trail. She will hunt it down and steal it back!

Piper sits herself behind a tree in the nearby park. With her back up against the rough bark. It will appear to anyone passing by as if she's just taking a quick nap. But, though her eyes are closed, she is not sleeping.

With a whisper of will, her spirit steps out of her body and into the past. About nine minutes ago. She is still next to the tree, but her body is no longer visible. Time is playing out just as it did. Just as it must and will. Piper, unseen by all (or so she thinks) makes her way back to the Sephora.

She is immaterial, incorporeal. So, when she gets to the door of the shop, she doesn't even slow down. She keeps walking right through the closed doors as if she were a ghost.