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[theliar]

✿ how it works ✿


✿ Comment with one of your muses.
✿ Specify which muse you want of mine from THIS LIST. If you don't specify, I'll choose one for you!
✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

Comments

[glottonous]

you know what i want. <3

[theliar]

[So Vala didn't exactly mean to steal the ship nor did she exactly mean to start a galactic conflict and hey, you know, we all screw up sometimes.

And given the fact that she managed to out-maneuver a Ori vessel with a stolen cargo ship should give her a few points, right?]

Well, heh. That was close.

[ziver]

[something with either Dana Scully or Kate Beckett, please!]

[themuse]

[Beckett hadn't been looking forward to NCIS showing up, even though she knew it was coming. As hard as she tried to be civil and not get wrapped up in jurisdiction disputes, finding out she and her team had been busting their butts while another department had already been investigating frustrated her. Not to mention, she was too invested now to give this one up without a fight.

But she bit her tongue and just extended her hand to the agent in front of her. Gates was giving her the "just shut up and co-operate" look from her office, so decided to do her best.]

Detective Kate Beckett.

any!

[agentspooky]

shaking it up a bit...

[thehuntress]

[Leave it to Jarod to find a way to get her embroiled up in a conspiracy with some wacky FBI agent and put her off his scent. Parker really had no idea what this wackjob had to do with the Centre and her mother's murder but she was getting pretty sick of Jarod's games.

And said FBI agent was going to get the brunt of that, mostly because he was standing in front of her.]

This is a waste of time.

[theguv]

[okay, I couldn't resist. :C]

[thetart]

[OH MY GOD HE IS LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN WHY IS HE ALWAYS GLARING AT HER SHE JUST WANTS TO DO HER DAMN PAPERWORK FFS]

You know, Hunt, if you leave your face like that too long it will stick that way.

[raggedydoc]

[...and while we're at it...]

[thewoman]

[Now, Irene likes adventure as much as the next... guy but she's not really sure if being trapped underneath an avalanche of rock on a alien planet with the Doctor is exactly the type of adventure she should have signed up for.

Especially since on the other side of the rock were giant alien robots trying to kill them.]

I don't think now is an entirely inappropriate moment to mention that your idea of diplomacy could use the tiniest bit of work.

Have an FBI agent.

[intrigues_girl]

Have an FBI agent's wife \o/

[thewife]

[El was always a pro at these work parties of Peter's. But this year, it seemed like there were a lot of new faces and, even if she hated to admit it, she hadn't exactly been in a work party mood that day. But he seemed happy enough to chat with his fellow agents and El wasn't keen to stand there with a stupid smile on her face while he talked, but she also wasn't interested in being sequestered to the awkward partner's corner where the non-FBI wives and husbands seemed to have gravitated towards.

So instead, she just wandered over to try some punch and muttered to herself.]

Maybe I'll luck out and it's spiked.

run with it!

[mirabilis]

PFFFT BEST PROMPT

[thedetails]

[Helena hadn't been an official Warehouse 13 agent long - a few days, maybe, since the Regents had handed Helena her Farnsworth and welcomed her back. Everyone but Artie, anyway, and Myka couldn't help but wonder if that was starting to wear on Helena at all.

Because it weighed on Myka. She felt like she'd done something wrong, like she had participated in some kind of betrayal she didn't really understand. But she liked Helena and she wanted her to feel welcome, so around midnight she found herself sneaking across the hall of the B&B to her room, clutching a bag of twizzlers in one hand behind her back.

She knocked on the door gently.]

not the obvious choice!

[mirabilis]

[ So say there's a case. Say it's taken her in a direction she didn't expect. Somehow the name 'Emily Lake' became involved. And not in a good way ]

YES GOOD

[themuse]

[Say that Beckett has followed up on this said Emily Lake - a women with a history in forensic science who is currently in New York and, more strangely, has just seemed to pop into existence in the last few years. And say this said Emily Lake is now sitting in the interrogation room in the Twelfth Precinct when Kate Beckett comes barreling in. Sans a Castle for whatever reason.]

Miss Lake. [Beckett tosses her notebook on the table but doesn't sit down.]

apparently i need to re-voice test or something

[italktomyplants]

AWE YIS

[theliar]

[The snow hadn't let up since they arrived, and Vala wasn't sure what was worse; the fact that she was cold, the fact that it had been someone's brilliant idea to split up for reconnaissance (Samantha and Vala, Cameron and Daniel wandered off on their own and Teal'c was... somewhere), or the fact that her hair was totally going flat under the hood of her jacket.

Or, you know, the small unsettling fact that they were in an underground bunker and it was snowing inside.]

Doesn't anyone else have the tiniest bad feeling about where this mission is going?

can't be tamed

[mirabilis]

[thedetails]

[Myka hadn't expected to see H.G. again after her help tracking down Joshua's trumpet, but fate had other ideas. Through a series of somewhat questionable events, she found herself trapped in a room in Warehouse, while Pete, Claudia, Steve and Artie worked diligently to get her out.

And her only company was a round holograph machine that held the essence of a woman she had once called her friend.

Myka paced the room, trying to decide if she was desperate enough for company to activate it. A half hour wasn't so bad, two hours started to grate on her. But four hours later and still nothing from the outside, Myka finally broke down, her curiosity overcoming her hesitation, and she picked up the round device and took a breath before activating it.]

you need to ban me from this

[mirabilis]

[ it's late. everyone's asleep, or so helena thinks. she's in the kitchen, trying the ice cream. new secret pleasure ]

i don't even know what to do with you

[thedetails]

[Myka may have had the same late night thought, since ice cream was her new favorite thing and she was pretty sure Pete has stashed away a certain container in the freezer somewhere just for her.

The thought she didn't have, though, was that Helena would be down there digging through said carton of ice cream. Myka smirked, coming into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.]

You've been hanging out with Pete too much.

im already broken

[mirabilis]

[ Helena's there when Myka wakes. She's been there for several hours, waiting whilst her dear friend slept. Helena had come back to the Warehouse to see her (or she had told Pete that when he'd asked - only Abigail knew the true reason), and it had taken some persuading to get an answer from Pete.

Hearing what Myka was going through, and now seeing her in the hospital bed... it hurt her already broken heart. To have been close to her, and to not have know... she felt as if she'd missed something, or hadn't been there for her. Her own troubles could hardly measure up to this, and Helena hoped that being here for her now could make up for it.

Helena had pulled her chair close to Myka's bed, sitting in the silence save for the other woman's breathing and the sound of the machine by her. Just waiting. She had nothing but time with her, and nothing to help her pass it.

After a little while Helena takes Myka's hand in her own. Clutching and willing for a response. Modern medicine might far exceed what she's previously experienced but she still worries. It sounds dangerous to her, and really she's just afraid.

And waiting for that first response, that moment, the smallest of movements that will tell her when Myka is returning ]

ihu

[thedetails]

[Consciousness came to Myka quickly. Unlike waking up from normal sleep, her mind felt strangely heavy and clouded, and she moaned gently, turning her head and opening her eyes. For the few moments before the light filled her senses, she had forgotten where she was.

And then it all came back. Leaving the Warehouse, Pete, her surgery. Her eyes focused on the stark white pillow that her head was on before her gaze lifted and met the eyes of the woman seated next to her.

Myka was pretty sure that anesthesia wasn't supposed to cause hallucinations, and she swallowed heavily, her mouth dry.]

Hey. [Even though she could barely speak above a whisper, and considering her circumstances, she still managed to smile.]

for our sanity

[mirabilis]

[ How Myka found Helena is something she may wonder on later, but come the morning she will be very glad that her friend did come take her home.

She's in a bar, and its not even a particularly classy bar. Or it isn't now. For some reason Helena got drunk. Trying to blend in? But she does happen to be a very entertaining drunk. And far more flirtatious than normal, not that she's ever been particularly restrained (Oscar Wilde however did you resist).

But needless to say she certainly does have the attention of several of the lovely patrons of the bar. And somehow till some remaining dignity (more of it than you may expect).

She's in her usually high spirits. And more. Enjoy, Myka ]

[thedetails]

[Myka would probably never admit how exactly she found Helena - mostly because the manner in which was she did so wasn't entirely legal. But Myka also wasn't really used to be drunk dialed at 1:30 in the morning and with the way Helena was rambling, Myka suspected it was the kind of evening that could end in a very unsavory manner if she didn't crawl out of bed and get her friend home.

Unfortunately, Myka wasn't surprised to walk into the bar and find Helena surrounded by a pretty large interested party, a few who were putting hands where hands did not belong and she barely hesitated to elbow her way through the crowd.]

Excuse me, excuse me... [She finally reached Helena and put her hand gently on the other woman's back.] Close out, Helena, I'm taking you home.

[writeswrongs]

Castle wants to meet his biggest fan.

[stormfan1117]

Kate Beckett was seventeen and on the subway. Her parents weren't exactly fans of her taking the subway, but she couldn't find a taxi and it had been raining, and Katie was exactly someone who was afraid of taking chances.

Or, in this case, pissing off her parents.

Clutching her backpack, she maneuvered through the train and finally found a place to sit down between a chubby grandma and another girl about her age, which seemed like a safe enough spot. Once she was in she fished through her backpack, pulling out the copy of Death of the Prom Queen that she had slowly been chipping her way through.

It wasn't until she raised her eyes up and met the face of the man sitting across from her. And she froze. Because that man looked an awful lot like Richard Castle and why would a bestselling author be on the subway anyway?

Panicking, Kate felt her face flush and she raised her book up, covering most of her face except for her eyes that continued to peer at him from over the top of the book. There was no way. He must just be a look a like, right?

[pervincere]

[ After the men in suits had taken her dad with them Alexis had ran to her phone, first ringing her dad just in case they'd let him answer and then ringing Beckett
That's where he was going, she guessed anyway, but her dad had told her to ring Kate too. Either way she would need to know what was going on, especially if she didn't know. And if Beckett did know something? Alexis hoped that she'd say, even just the smallest bit so that she knew everything was okay, that her dad would be okay. She was scared, and worried for him. This hadn't been the first time he'd been dragged away by law enforcement but the last time it had happened Beckett had been the one doing the dragging, or she'd at least been there to help him out. Now Alexis was just hearing the ringing through the speaker on her phone, willing it to be answered ]

[themuse]

[Kate stared at her phone, wondering if she should even answer. Castle wasn't back in DC yet and there was no way she could tell Alexis what was going on. Fiancee or not, it wasn't her place, and Castle didn't even know yet.

On the other hand, she knew Alexis and Martha were probably freaking out and it seemed wrong to send her straight to voicemail. Beckett frowned, resting her forehead in her palm for a moment before she answered the phone.]

Agent Beckett.

[mirabilis]

[ After the Janus coin is destroyed Emily Lake is all that there is left. Her experience of what happened to her hasn't been forgotten, and she sometimes has bad dreams (or a little paranoid anxiety about it) in the months since. Though she doesn't expect to ever see the woman that tried to save her again ]

[thedetails]

[The truth was, Myka avoided Emily since the destruction of the Janus coin. The woman was all that remained of her friend - H.G. Wells, the most brilliant, amazing woman Myka had ever known - and she just didn't quite stand up to that memory.

Not that Myka had given Emily much of chance. Not that she'd given anyone. She had a hard time looking even Pete in the eye anymore.

But there Myka knew there was something that needed to be fixed, maybe more something inside of her than outside but that's exactly how she ended up in Emily Lake's apartment, waiting on the woman to bring her a cup of tea and staring at the cat.]

teen Beckett, please!

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

[ooc: Any ideas for prompt/ setting?]

[stormfan1117]

[Okay so I apparently fail at coming up with decent ideas. So far I am thinking we could do AU Thoughtformed setting, just a general high school AU setting or even them just bumping into each other somewhere, as if he were visiting New York or something?]

AU Post Amatomnes. Maybe she tried to find Jack and Ianto too?

[littletrexhands]

[ It's six months before FDR remembers Atia at all. Six whole months go by in his life before he remembers what happened to him. Lauren thinks he's gone completely insane when he tries to explain it to her. He tries to tell her about Annie and the boys, but none of it makes sense to her. She thinks he's lost it. Then she thinks it's a ploy to get out of his new budding life with her. Because why would FDR actually just say he wanted to leave when he could make her want to leave instead? The fighting starts and she's gone after a month of FDR claiming it was real. Just like that she left and his life was back in the same place it had been. Eventually he starts to think it's for the best though. It means that maybe he can find Annie and this can all just workout here in the real world.

Annie doesn't exist here though. He's tried every avenue known to man and she's not here. This isn't her world. He had heard that the world's weren't always in sync, but he always thought they would work out. They both had the familiar terrain and background going for them. Suddenly none of that mattered. She didn't exist here and it was like a punch to FDR's gut when he finally had to give up. He spent four months looking for her before he threw in the towel. Four months looking for a shred of himself from that place. Didn't exist though. Those boys were just pulled from existence and dropped wherever. He didn't speak to Tuck for a week. He grounded himself for a whole month before he finally started going back to his job.

Part of him wants to seek out other people, but he's just scared they don't exist here. Scared he's going to hit another brick wall of nothing. This is until he's sitting in JFK and he catches the title on a woman's book. The author is so painfully familiar that he's not sure what to even do at first. Castle. Richard Castle. Kate talked about him which means that if Richard Castle exists here she does too. She's New York City police and he's gonna have to work his ass off to get to her. He's not letting this opportunity slip through his fingers. Not when he has a chance to find someone that actually means something to him from that place. Someone that can actually look at him and not think he's cracking up because he's talking about Goddesses', collars and curses.

He spends two weeks in New York before he actually finds her. He's scared to even speak to her though because there's a chance that she doesn't remember like he did. There's a chance she'll look straight through him and he doesn't know if that'll be worse or just about even. It's another week before he gets up the courage to even speak to her. He goes to the station and asks to speak to her. A beat cop shows him into a break room and then disappears. A Hispanic gentlemen shows up and asks why he's looking for Kate Beckett. He mentions knowing her a long time ago and he leaves it at that. He's quiet as he waits until he hears the door open and turns around to see her. FDR just smiles and nods. ] Lookin' good, boss.

This is beautiful

[themuse]

[ It took Kate just as long to remember, although she still hadn't entirely accepted it. The memories had started first in dreams; segments and events that felt alarmingly like reality even when she woke up in a cold sweat. Her behavior was erratic and her mind was scattered, and all of it was seen by everyone else as the remnants of her shooting. Part of that was true; even if she had overcome some of it on Atia, she hadn't remembered and the PTSD had picked up exactly where it left off. At first, she thought the dreams and flashes of memories were just another extension of her losing her mind.

It had made it easier to push Castle away. By the time most of her memories of the island had returned, they were almost strangers. She knew he was angry with her; for turning her back on the relationship he had wanted, for adding more bricks to the wall between them that he thought had finally been coming down. It was easier to blame on her shooting and her mom's death because that meant she didn't have to tell anyone else what had really happened. That she was struggling somewhere between the pain she suffered here and the realization that she had left her life behind on Atia completely.

Kate didn't even try to look for Ianto and Jack. Instead she cried herself to sleep at night thinking about the fact that she'd rather continue pretending they didn't exist in this universe than track them down and find out Ianto was already dead, and that Jack had already moved on to God knows where. Even if she could find Jack, she didn't think he would want her back. She would be nothing but a memory of what it was like to have once been happy, and a constant reminder of losing Ianto. She knew he wouldn't look for her for the same reasons. They had always been so alike in that way. Kate had lived so long wrapped up in the familiar agony of her mother's death, and now she wanted nothing more than to just cut the losses of lives that were half-lived and see if she could rebuild the ruins of the life she was now destined to.

Which is why she doesn't give it another thought when Esposito pokes his head into the bullpen and tells her there is someone waiting for her in the break room. "An old friend or something," he says. Castle isn't there - he's been out a lot lately, making comments that imply he is planning the end their partnership, comments that Kate pretends she doesn't understand because she's still not ready to accept she might have lost him, too - and she almost expects it's him playing a trick on her. Maybe a ploy to corner her and get her to finally open up to him. She picks up her coffee cup, not knowing what to expect when she enters the room.

And not sure what to say when she sees the familiar smile waiting for her. It's not the familiar face she expected at all. ] Oh my God. Foster.

the idea of them waking up together after drunk oopsie sex is my favorite.

[esbro]

welp, bad choices ahoy

[themuse]

[ The first thing Kate felt was her headache. It pounded through her brain suddenly, sending throbbing waves down the back of her neck and she moaned pathetically into her pillow. The world came back to her slowly, and she resisted the urge to open her eyes, knowing it would only made the headache worse.

And then the memories of the night before came back. She'd gone to the bar with the boys... Ryan had left early, but she couldn't remember why. And it was her and Javi drinking, and he'd moved closer to her, and he's put his hand on her leg and... ]

Oh my God.

[ Kate shot up in bed, her eyes flying open and watering immediately as she tried to shield her eyes from the blinding light. She rolled over, her mouth dropping open when she saw the man curled up next to her. ]

Oh, God, Espo. [ She moaned again and put her hand on her forehead, collapsing back into the bed. ]

MYKA

[needleworking]

[ She strikes him with some sort of lightning on their first meeting. Aramis woke up delirious and confused laying among shelves. Her and the man he now knows as Peter charged in with strange looking devices and even stranger looks on their face. The two of them yelled quite loudly at each other before striking him where he stood with lightning. He's never been struck by lightning before. He's been shot and stabbed, but lightning is a whole new experience for him. One that he's fairly certain he doesn't like.

After that rather awkward introduction they proceed to strip him of his sword and tie him to a chair. Their clothes are strange and immediately foreign to Aramis. The fashion isn't one that he's familiar with. He's been in the presence of royalty since joining the Musketeers, but this fashion is quite different. Very--progressive one would say. He's not one to outright judge though. They become far more hospitable and even go so far as to present him with lodgings for as long as he likes once they actually formulate some sort of idea as to how he even inside their home. The--Warehouse.

They've explained what's happened in great detail, but none of it actually seems to make much sense to Aramis. Time travel? The concept is silly and preposterous even when explained by the young one they call Claudia. It took some time for Aramis to truly accept that perhaps he had indeed somehow gotten himself tangled up in the future. If Athos could only see him now. He'd no doubt have the most sour look on his face.

He finds he prefers Myka's company and sometimes Stephen's as well. Peter makes him laugh, but he finds that he becomes rather exhausting after long periods of time. Claudia talks far too fast for Aramis to understand and in such a manner that simply goes right over his head. He's been here for days already. Every two to three days Aramis wakes to wash the clothes he arrived here in. Peter has offered to lend him his own garments, but he doesn't believe he likes most of them. Arthur has been kind enough to let Aramis wear his sword indoors. Something he's grateful for. It makes him feel safer and perhaps more at home with his strange surroundings.

There's a soft knock at Myka's door. ] Milady, may I come in?

[thedetails]

[ At first, it had been an exciting adventure. A beloved fictional character - beloved to Myka, at the least, since Artie seemed less than amused by the whole situation, Claudia was alarmed, Steve was confused and Pete just didn't have any idea what was going on. Myka, though. Myka felt like she had found a treasure, as she often did when her experience at the Warehouse caused a piece of literature to come to life. Especially when that piece of literature was not trying to kill her.

But the thrill began to die down when the realization sank in that whatever brought Aramas there might be out of their grasp. He'd showed up in a really obscure area of the Mongol Empire, which hadn't made any sense in of itself; and asking him if he'd come in contact with anything old-timey proved to be the most obvious of useless questions. Not that it had stopped Pete from asking.

Once they had gooed everything on his person, it had fallen into Myka's responsibility to find out what had happened. She started with the most obvious options - the Corsican Vest, which had nothing to do with anything; Alexandre Dumas' inkwell, which, come to find out, wasn't an artifact at all; and even a shot in the dark at the Mazeppa Saddle, which Claudia eventually tracked down in Nice, and gave the user great confidence. Confidence to the point that taking off your clothes in public sounded like a great idea, which Pete found out the hard way.

In the end, Myka was left back at square one. She returned to digging through the Warehouse itself, and more specifically, carefully studying the first edition of Les Trois Mousquetaires the Warehouse had, and scouring any history she could find of Alexandre Dumas and the history of Musketeers, hoping to come up with anything that might return Aramis home. He himself seemed to be settling in as well as could be expected, living in the B&B and becoming Myka's shadow; at least, when he wasn't spending time with Steve or being confused by Pete. She didn't really mind the company, but she did mind the fact that she couldn't solve the mystery.

For the moment, she was curled up on her bed, first edition of the Three Musketeers in one hand and a half-eaten twizzler in the other. The knock startled her and she lifted her head, clearing her throat. ] Uh, yeah, come in. And really, just... Just Myka.

[getvibes]

I'm cold. [ It's the same two words that Pete has said for an hour now. Idly repeating it when he thinks that Myka has suddenly stopped listening to him. Okay. Maybe not the same two words. There's one more word he says as well. ] I'm hungry. [ There it is. The Pete Lattimer special. If he's not hungry then you can bet your ass he's found something else to complain about. The fact that there is no television where they are either sucks the big one. Who makes a cabin like this and doesn't put in a television? Are they Amish? Is this some sort of weird freaky Amish refuge?

Pete can be seen from the corner of Myka's eye probably. Making spit bubbles as he sprawls himself out across the entire sofa. He's good at taking up space. It's like breathing to him. Just like eating is as well. He reaches idly for one of the bobbles from the coffee table and throws into the air above his head. He's playing catch with something that is likely to shatter if it hits the ground. Or his face. Either way he's vaguely entertained. Not enough to be content though. ]

Now I'm cold and hungry. And bored.

[thedetails]

[ She is really doing her best to avoid punching him in the face. It is taking a lot more self control than she wants to admit, and Myka definitely feels like she doesn't get enough credit for how much she holds back. ]

Will you please stop complaining?

[ He is pretty good at that, almost as good as he is as getting on her nerves and touching things he isn't supposed to. ]

You just ate. How can you be hungry again?

/headbutts my way back in

[littletrexhands]

[ Settling back into Atia was kind of a huge thing. Especially after watching your life play out into something resembling happiness. Then coming back and remembering how things were only to find that what you thought you had here was right back to the first gear. Annie with Dean. He's pretty sure the twins have forgotten him by now. Funny Franklin. He has an itch to call Annie and tell them goodnight, but he bites his tongue. Instead he goes home with Kate and he showers. Alone. He's not completely hopeless.

When he finds Kate in the living room he's changed into something a little more relaxing. He holds his arms out and does a little twirl for her with a grin. ] Eh? Do I clean up nice? [ It's not a huge change. He's still adjusting to having the collar locked around his neck again. It's not something he's really into, but it's part of living here. ]

You're into it. [ He smiles. ]

hello there stranger.

[themuse]

[ Kate still isn't sure why she invited him to stay. Maybe it was loneliness, what with Jack and Ianto gone. It might be a little bit of desperation. She has her ways of handling her collar; ways that are no strings attached, no emotions involved. She prefers to keep it that way, when all is said and done.

But it's hard, seeing Foster twirling around her living room like a child. It's harder when she lets herself look into those blue eyes and she gets lost a little more. ]

I don't know why you'd need me to be into it. Your into yourself enough for both of us. [ But still a smile... small, unsure, because she doesn't know what he wants from her anymore. She doesn't know what she wants at all. New York is long gone, replaced instead with a collar around her neck and an unending ocean of loneliness and disappointment. ] You hungry? We could order in.