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Kurt is rubbing Celeste's back as he and Sal bring the babies in from their checkup. The tiny girl is in full blown fuss fit, and even Stephen peeking over Kurt's shoulder and crooning to her isn't soothing her ruffled feathers.

He looks up as they come into the living room, automatically checking to see if there's a free place to sit, then stops and frowns at the scene that meets his eyes. The usual couch is inhabited by a sleeping Atin and Vanya, curled together with faint smiles on their faces. But now the other couch holds Darman and Marda, passed out contentedly on either end of it and covered by Sal's favorite old afghan. And sitting in the chair between the couches, his frown not hiding the lost look in his eyes, is Niner.

Kurt draws in a silent breath, shaken by the impression that the younger man is unconsciously guarding his brothers even as they move away from what he understands.

Current Mood: confused

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One moment she's racing along a backway in the belly of Nar Shaddaa, and the next she's in the middle of a bumpy street with buildings on one side and an ocean on the other.

Marda skids to a stop and looks around with a scowl of consternation, wrinkling her nose at the fog and the cold drizzle that's coming down. "What the flaming @#@$%&@?"

Her low-voiced outburst carries with the fog, but gains her only a curious glance from a grizzled man in a blue plaid shirt. Marda scowls and walks off the street, then folds her arms over her leather-clad chest and tries to figure out how she got there.

Current Mood: aggravated

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Kal blinks as they come out into a cheery looking, rather messy room, then nods to the furry white girl who's curled in the big chair with some kind of datapad before turning a disapproving look at the scar faced clone who's stretched out on one of the couches seemingly dead to the world. "Where do you want us to put the stuff?"

Darman laughs, and then suddenly and forceably joins his brother on the couch.

Kal freezes as both men vanish without a sound. "What the @$%#@#?"

Current Mood: anxious

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( Not very often, that's for sure. )

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It was a week or so after the big fight day when half the team had taken Starscream out, and the other half had fought off a human land attack. Things were relatively quiet in the base.

And Honey and Optimus were under one of the bunks, busily examining a PINpoint.

"We aren't supposed to press the buttons," said Op softly, though his big optics were trained on it curiously.

Honey beeped, then chuckled and put an arm around him.

And pressed the button.

Port aux Basques, say hi to your first Giant Robots.

Current Mood: amused

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This isn't the library.

The tall blond looks around the slightly dark establishment, picking out a sign that says 'Port Club' in English... though the language she's hearing from the patrons doesn't sound like English.

Confused, she walks toward the bar, her stride that of a warrior who's never been fettered with heels or skirts. "What is this place?"

Current Mood: confused

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A black-robed figure walks slowly down the rocky beach, unhurriedly dodging the occasional wash of spray as he studies the world around him. It's different from the world that he knows best, and there's something in the air that makes it different from the other worlds he's seen as well.

And it's not just the smell of fish that seems to hang over everything.

Current Mood: curious

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Billy sniffed at his clothes. They still had a vague scent of fishguts to them, but it was the best he could do.

Besides, this was Port aux Basques and the entire place typically reeked. Especially in October. Today was no different; he could see the Wolf des Meeres docked with a flock of seagulls swarming the thing. Looked like a fresh catch; he wondered why Sal would ever go fishing in the state she was in.

He turned to look at Bennie, who still looked as strong as ever, save the slightly prominent baby bump (which contained a little being who would never sit still. Ever.). The image inducer she was wearing had her dressed in some very nice-looking clothes that wouldn't ever be torn up by her locomotion.

"I bet you it's a zoo in there," he remarked, reaching for the doorbell.

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Jeimu leaned on the backbar of the 1P pad and took a drink out of the oversized bottle of Gatorade she'd placed atop one of the speakers. The garage just happened to be rather good at muffling the loud sound from her DDR machine - which was a good thing because lately she was struck by the urge to work out.

Even Sal joined her on some occasions; her friend was almost neurotic about regaining her before-baby physique and they would work up a sweat dancing through crazy songs like Sakura and Afronova Primeval, and Jeimu would be forced to laugh at how much Sal was out of practise.

However, when Jeimu played it was mostly just for herself. Something to do.

She grinned to herself. Everything was finally as it should be.

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He hadn't meant to leave like that. Or to say what he said.

Or maybe he actually did.

For the first time ever Leeroy was suffering mentally. Normally his "hit the problem as hard as you can" viewpoint was all he needed to get around some agonizing incident. He dealt with it, acknowledged that it had happened and moved the fierfek on.

Oh wait. He never really had agonizing incidents. Those were most definitely Sam's forte.

When his thoughts drifted to his wife, instead of the warm flush of love he normally felt, now he felt bitterness. She always did this. Always reached out to others to validate herself, to encourage her that whatever happened was not her fault. Maybe it was that she didn't know how to be on the other side of that situation. Maybe she was too self-centered to realize that other people could hurt too.

He felt like she just didn't get it. Matthias' ill-timed conception wasn't her fault. It wasn't his, either. It was just that: ill-timed and not necessarily meant to be. Leeroy hadn't thought of it that way right away - he too blamed himself and hated himself for what was happening. However, he'd managed to look at it rationally and pull himself out of his funk. But Sam still didn't see it that way.

It was depressing - no, infuriating - that Sam would hold to her stupid self-loathing. He'd gotten over it; why couldn't she? It was even starting to affect her spiritually, and he didn't even know what to say about that. What the hell sort of God lets a wall exist between Himself and someone who really needs Him to be there? His own shaky beliefs were starting to crumble.

These thoughts and more circled through his head as he walked up the stone walk to Ven's recently repaired house. It was a clear day, there was a vivid orange sunset on the go, painting everything in colours of fire.

He rang the doorbell.

Current Music: Flyleaf - So I Thought

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Sam's legs where shaking slightly as she stepped through the teleportal at New Haven and came out in front of the BnB. She wasn't surprised that he'd come back to his family. They probably had experience in helping one another through the hard times; the kind of thing she'd never had time to learn.

Behind her Rob stirred uncertainly, but she only glanced at him before forcing herself to go up the walk and the stairs and knock on the door.

-Lord, give me strength,- she prayed. -Help me do this right. Please, work through me.-

She felt the familiar answer and sighed.

Current Mood: anxious

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Sal couldn't sleep.

Of course, she'd been twinging and cramping and contracting for days - ever since her journey to Clone City - and the doctor had said that it was nothing to worry about, since she was small and Celeste was huge (a full six and a half pounds at 30 weeks, they said).

She rolled over slightly, squirming underneath the blankets. Something was very weird.

It was very hot. She tossed the blankets off of herself and stood up, padding toward the window. She eased it open and sighed. Normally she'd be freezing at this point.

She sighed, frustrated with her apparent inability to get comfortable, and then cried out as a contraction more intense than any one she'd had before rippled through her.

Two full months too early. Sal sighed, hissing through her teeth and trying to get herself to calm down. She was pretty certain there was no cause for concern. From what she'd been told, this was rather common for fire types. She recalled her mother telling her that she herself had been born early.

She grabbed a candle, sat down underneath the open window, and listened to herself.

And waited.

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Despite Atin's continued insistence that he didn't want to go fishing, both Jeimu and Jav had manhandled him out of the house and Vanya, with her unique sense of humour, did nothing about it.

It had been funny at the time, but now here she was in the kitchen with nothing to do. She'd already cleaned out every cupboard and rearranged all the canned goods in the pantry both alphabetically and by food group, had wandered by the local blood bank for her weekly stash of reject bags, managed to get a gravy stain out of her coat and do all of her laundry.

And now she was bored. Truth be told there was only so much to do in this town, and her one usual distraction was out to sea.

She sighed and flicked on the television, waiting for someone to come along, because, hey, this was the Phoenix Bluff. You couldn't stay solitary for long.

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George sat through the small drizzle, hair hanging in his face as he worked on keeping himself steady and upright.

He didn't want to be up and out, but his head was pounding from the loud and cheerful inn, and now the rain felt good. He sighed, looking at the wand in his hand. He halfheartedly muttered a light charm, then bowed his head as nothing happened. Still nothing. He couldn't even get into Diagon Alley right now.

Current Mood: exhausted

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Atin paused in the kitchen of the sleeping house, then looked out the window at the stars and wondered, briefly, what stars his brothers were under tonight.

Frowning, he shook his head and pushed the thought away, not wanting to disturb his sleeping wife. Instead, he wondered how Jav could so resemble a rock as he slept on the couch curled protectively around Jeimu. He'd even pinched the hyper clone's nose shut and gotten no more than a snore and a half-asleep hairy eyeball from the man's wife.

For his part, he was awake and ready to start the day (it beat fighting with the nightmares), but rather lonesome.

Sighing, he looked at the handful of sweetpeas that he'd taken from Mrs. White's fence and then walked upstairs to he and Vanya's room. Soft breathing greeted him as he entered and he blinked as he realized that his wife was hugging the pillow that he'd been using, a content smile on her face.

He quirked a small smile of his own, then shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off his boots before walking around the bed and snuggling next to her, flowers ready to offer should she stir.

Current Mood: awake

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Kurt sighed from where he sat on the deck and listened to his wife's music boom out over Port aux Basques, thinking that this was the life and that it was good that everything was going well now.

Then he vanished in a cloud of startled smoke as Albus and Jav suddenly appeared on the deck. The clone was carrying someone in his arms. Someone with red hair.

Current Mood: surprised

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There was something interesting to be said about the judicial processes of the Burgite Council of Elders on a good day. The laws were fair but absolute and they did not frown on capital punishment on this island. To outsiders this sounded harsh, but normally the Elders played the part of benevolent dictators who served twelve-year terms before new Elders were paradoxically nominated to serve in their stead. It was a system that worked.

Lt.-Col. Cosine Theta had been nominated at one time and had steadfastly refused. Which, she thought to herself, was probably the best thing, since the system that worked had been turned on its head.

Someone was controlling them and the fair but absolute laws had suddenly become arbitrary and unjust. The fact that they would ignore a legally binding OFA and then claim it never was written was... out of the ordinary.

Like Theta herself, today's accused had, according to rumours, already been nominated to the Council. Of course she had no idea that such events were happening, but it was a sign of how skewed things were that this nominee was being charged with unauthorized magical murder.

Theta knew this woman. Knew what she was capable of doing, because she had seen it time and time again. But the one thing this woman wasn't was a cold blooded murderer. From Theta's vantage point at the front of the court she saw her sitting there in a small caged chamber, still and calm, blue eyes scanning the room placidly.

The lieutenant-colonel was worried that Sal was about to willingly walk into death. She looked at the people sitting beside her: Sal's family.

Would this be the last day they'd see her alive and well?

There was no definitive answer and that above all things was what had Cosine Theta frightened.

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It was nice to be home. Sal grinned as she vaulted up the stairs ahead of her family.

The island looked as good as it could have considering what had happened not even a month ago; bruised, but picking itself up to start anew. Sadri and Ven's house still had a hole in it and Ro's vegetable patch was still a crater, but, Sal noticed, things were getting better.

As she walked up the stairs she got a nice vantage point of the ferry docks and the new boat, the M.V. Prowse, sitting primly at anchor, painted in the blue, yellow, and white Marine Atlantic livery. Being new, she shone with a brightness even the lost Caribou never had in her heyday.

She was so busy looking that she didn't see the two men standing at the top of the stairs until she'd almost bumped into them.

"Oh. Sorry!" She beamed, thinking that they were guests.

They didn't return the smile. One of them looked her up and down while the other cleared his throat. "You're Salinas Wagner?"

She bristled. "Yeah."

"You're under arrest."

She squinted, feeling a flutter of alarm, but not wanting to concern her family, who were now ascending the stairs. "Fer what, might I ask?"

"The murder of Shasta Wilson."

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Something roused Vanya from sleep, and her eyes slid open. She felt weird, as though she had been dreaming a hyperrealistic dream and hadn't quite woken up. What had happened the previous night was still on her mind, and she spent a few moments convincing herself that it wasn't part of her dream.

When she finally became conscious she was aware that Atin was with her, arm draped over her stomach lazily as though to hold her safe. She smiled to herself.

Things were definitely becoming more interesting as time went on. She wondered if he would wake up feeling as contented as she had.

Current Music: The Arcade Fire - Wake Up

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It was late, so late that all the houses were dark. Atin looked over his shoulder in time to see Ro switch off her lights as well.

"Come on." He gave Aoife a tug, trying to get her on her feet.

"I'm still not sure that's something people are supposed to drink," she muttered, trying hard but failing to get her feet under her.

"It didn't affect me." The scarred clone frowned and lifted her, but she still couldn't get her legs to obey her.

"You're bigger than me..." she muttered, intent on her feet.

Atin sighed and just threw her over his shoulder, then turned homeward.

"I'm going to beat the snot out of you," promised Aoife quietly, then passed out.
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