Apartments

404. Well, this one's definitely found. And pretty nice. Though he's not really sure how the place had what he liked, he wasn't about to argue with a computer he had no hand in programming. So he's gonna be checking out his apartment, and possibly seeing who else lives here.

Around Town

New place? Time to explore! Yay. Or maybe he's having a jog in the morning to burn off energy. He might even look familiar to someone. Jake's just scoping the place out, looking around, checking out the shops and bars. He might also be looking at possible vantage points. But whatever he's doing, he's likely wearing a weird shirt

Network/text

So, new here. Anyone have the lowdown on good places to go here? Fun things to see? Also, anyone else notice how weird this place is? I mean big blue doors and computers that have just the right thing. Makes anyone wonder. I mean not complaining, but looking for the catch.

Best place to get a pumpkin spice latte, bonus points if there are cream puffs, too, because I'm craving them and don't judge me, ready, set, GO!

While Zatanna has been kind of laying low and trying to find a way back to Alpha Complex — a thing that you couldn't have paid her enough to consider doing before; she supposes that's what she gets for getting attached to Al — she's also maybe kinda sorta totally been secretly enjoying the freedom that comes with being the crap out of there. Real food. Real food that she doesn't have to hide in the skirt of her dress and sneak out while Alcide is laughing like a jerk and nearly blowing their cover. It's a novelty in spite of the fact that it really, really shouldn't be. But every time she eats a meal, it makes her feel guilty because, as far as she knows, Alcide can't. As far as she knows, her bestie is back in that horrible place and she'd promised to bring him home with her. Now she's neither home, nor is he with her. God, when did she get so bad at keeping promises?

She's been practicing her magic in secret, usually far out near the blue doors that no one really comes out to disturb. The thing is that Zee is trying to teach herself to get back there and retrieve her friend, and then go home and rejoin the team with her own freaking wolf. Take that, Wolf, her wolf could talk. And he was nice to look at when he wasn't a wolf, but again. Don't judge her. She's out there because it's safer, in case she does something wrong in a totally whelming way; the last thing anyone needs is for Zatanna to blow up the building in which the majority of them are housed.

Zatanna is on her way back into town because she's dying for something...pumpkin-y. It's fall. The leaves are turning, the air is getting more crisp. She's been here too long without her team or her friends — in some cases, they're both...man, she misses Rob... — and it's time to really crack down and get it right. If nothing else, she has to get Al and bring him here so he's safer and so that he can be the wolf he really is. She's never felt more liberated than when she was finally able to use her magic again and she can only imagine how it will feel for him. She's doing this tonight if it kills her. ...it might kill her, actually, so she's absolutely having one last pumpkin spice latte or something with pumpkin spice before she tries because if she gets back to Alpha and she can't get out again, dammit, she needs to make it worth it. So as she strides into town and down the street, if it looks like the girl is on a mission, that's because she is. That doesn't mean she won't stop to talk, though; she's very friendly, really.

All right, my sister has decided that I have two choices: I can get off my ass and make some new friends or I can find somewhere else to live. Since I'm terrible at the former and not interested in the latter, I guess I'm going to need some help.

What is there to do around here?

[ Because, quite honestly, he's been keeping largely to himself, so as not to third wheel Buffy and Alcide...but he's also been more than a little clingy; he can't help it. Laura's alive. That novelty isn't going to fade any time soon.

This message is going to have to do. Her exact suggestion was that he get off his ass and "get laid" but he's still not ready to move past the unspoken...whatever he had with Katniss back in Alpha Complex. ]

Admittedly, this place is a lot more relaxing than Beacon Hills or the Alpha Complex had been and Derek really can't complain. It's nice being able to just be himself and find that no one gives a rat's ass. He doesn't really run around saving the city with his sister, mostly because he's still so conditioned against letting himself be who he really is, but he likes the idea that he could if he could just muster up the energy and confidence to do it without being afraid of being hunted for the sake of being hunted.

Or thrown in jail for being a traitor for literally anything that he might say or do.

Walking through town and just sort of looking at the sights in spite of the fact that he's seen them all a hundred times, Derek allows himself to take things in with a fresh set of eyes. The people are friendly here. The streets smell like the coffee shops and eateries he passes, rather than nothing at all because he hadn't had his sense of smell.

Maybe he could settle here. Maybe once he gets over Katniss and just moves on, then he can actually settle down here. Maybe he'll meet another woman; maybe she'll be The One, if he's especially lucky. Derek is finding more and more that he could get used to it here. He just has to let himself.
He can do that. Right?

Buffy has been here long enough to settle in, to come up with some sort of routine. She considered getting a job at the coffee shop for a while, but ultimately has decided to treat this like the semi-vacation she's never actually gotten to take. She sleeps in, cleans house then spends her afternoons wandering around the town.

Today, she's doing some shopping, going into the many stores Itinere provides and coming out laden with shopping bags. Mid-afternoon, she stops by the cafe, grabs a cup of a coffee and a crossiant then sits in the sun to do some people watching. Despite being settled and hopeful about this place, she hasn't figured it out. There has to be a catch because there is always a catch. Once she's done with her coffee, she carries her bags back to the Summers house, drops everything off and spends a little time with the others living there.

Once evening has fallen and has officially become 'late' night, Buffy grabs her scythe and goes out to patrol. She doesn't expect to find anything out of the ordinary. She doesn't expect to slay anything at all, but years of conditioning and soemthing in her slayer makeup drives her out there anyway. She gets restless if she doesn't patrol. Besides, if anything did happen, she'd feel guilty for not patrolling.

Jessica doesn't walk anywhere; she stalks and storms. She storms into The Houndstooth, orders a bottle of whiskey telling the bartender to just leave the bottle because "you'll have to see me less and I won't have to talk to you". She takes a swig from the bottle then turns her attention to the PDA, poking at it and scrolling angrily (can someone even scroll angrily? Jessica manages it) through the thing.

"You're fucking serious. What kind of rich asshole brought us here and if it's Tony Stark I'm going to beat him and his bodyguard's ass."

As of today, the Interfaith Center's officially open for business.

We're downtown, right by [ location ]. If you're looking for a place to observe your faith, or lack thereof, you're welcome to drop by. All faiths are welcome. Abrahamic, Buddhism, Jainism, Hinduism, Shintoism, a faith that worships Seraphim, pagan or polytheistic, Humanism or secularism... it doesn't matter to me.

What I do ask for is respect and common courtesy. Depending on your needs, we'll either host interfaith services or talks.

Also: tonight, at 6:30, Misty and I will be hosting an open house! No gifts necessary. If you have questions, just ask. I promise, I've heard almost everything at this point.

[ As promised, the interfaith center is up and running for business! Stefan will be here most of the day, making sure everything's running in top shape.

In the morning, he'll be in the kitchen, running around at super-speed to make sure all the food's fully cooked. And since this isn't outer space, he's free to cook to his hearts' content. Baklava, falafals, baba ghanoush, dolma... His Jordanian roots demanded a traditional Middle Eastern feast. If he's not cooking, then he's observing a rare moment of quiet in the lounge, with a cup of tea and a book (a collection of poems by Rumi).

In the evening, however - the Center is bustling with activity, and Stefan's flitting around like a nervous host that would probably make Caroline Forbes proud. If he catches you, he'll wave his hand and rush over. ]

Hey! You finding everything okay?

[ Even now, he frets about the littlest things. ]

Here's the thing about vacations: sometimes, especially when life is particularly stressful back home, they're hard to give up. If Kate stays in Itinere, she doesn't have to go back to Californian trailer living (even if it is on the beach). If she stays here, she can eat how she'd like instead of what she can afford. Yeah, there's a cat she should probably be taking care of (they can fend for themselves, right?) but she needs this. Being cut off from her father's bank account has been a harder adjustment than she imagined it being. Running into Madame Masque hadn't been fun. And then there's still Barton to deal with.

Sure, he's been here. And technically the apartment she stays in here is an exact duplicate of the one he has in Bed-Stuy. She'd move out but apparently Itinere has other plans. Every apartment door she opens with her key leads to that one. Apparently, there's just no getting rid of the Clint Barton influence in her life.

That's okay. Because she can spend most of her days at any of the the local coffee shops with Lucky, reading or browsing what passes for the net here. She can spend time drinking pina coladas on the beach. She actually has the time (and energy) to go out at night. Clint can't be that bad off back home. He had seemed fine when he was here. Still, even though she tries not to, she worries. And secretly, Kate can't help but miss him.

It takes some time for her to decide that maybe, just maybe, one way to stop worrying about things back home is to keep herself busy here. Jumping on that idea, Kate heads to the police department to introduce herself as the local PI. Itinere doesn't seem to need superheros as constantly as Earth does but there has to be some sort of regular crime. Right?

Diana's first time to Itinere had been filled with monsters and excitement, like something out of a myth. Then she had gone back through the door to the island and hadn't found her way back. Sneaking away from her tutor to watch the Amazons fight had become the crux of life again. Until today. Until Diana had opened the door to her quarters not to find continuation of the dim light of the palace interior but bright sunshine. It hadn't been a dream!

Cautiously, she turns her head to make certain that she's alone in the halls. This is her secret island, something she wants to keep entirely to herself. Sharing the secret would ruin the magic. Worse, someone might tell her mother. Diana squeals in excitement and nearly steps through before stopping herself. Last time, there had been monsters. She's an Amazon. The youngest of the Amazons yes, but an Amazon nonetheless. She ought to go and help with the fight. That means being prepared.

"Please don't go anywhere," she tells the door before closing it to run to the armory. She's seen the small sword there, one good for a warrior of her size. Aunt Antiope had already made certain of that, despite disagreement with Hippolyta. She grabs the sword and, after a few more seconds of consideration, finds a bow she thinks she would be capable of shooting. Then she runs back to her room. After saying a quick prayer to the Gods, she opens the door.

Now all she needs is a monster to fight.

It's come to my attention that not everyone is aware of the police station in Itinere. We're just off the main square, a couple of blocks down to the North. It's a big brick building brought over my home in Haven, Maine. I'm Audrey Parker and I'm the head of the station here. We offer all the traditional services of a police station as well as a service to walk you to your car, to your home or to whatever destination you desire if you feel you need more protection then you're capable of on your own. During emergency, such as the creatures that attacked us last month, we will meet you where ever you are and escort you to a safe place. If you feel the safest place in town is the police station, we're happy to provide sanctuary as well.

We're also always hiring. Currently, I'm the only regular police officer at the station. I've got an intern and a friend from home that helps out when necessary. If you've got any questions, you can contact me here through video, voice or text, whatever makes you most comfortable.

After her announcement to the network, Audrey will hang around the police station for several hours. Eventually, she ventures outside to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat. She's dressed in a pair of bermuda length shorts and a tee shirt, not looking particularly police like, but she's got her gun holstered at her side and her badge clipped to the pocket of her shorts. Catch her anywhere between the cafe and the station. She'll be happy to speak with any of the residents. She's been mourning Nathan's loss and adjusting to life here without him. Because of that, she hasn't gotten to know as many of the residents here as she should have. She knows some of the long time people and she's spoken to many people, but she hasn't gotten to really know much of anyone. In short, Audrey needs friends. Come say hi.

"Well, this wouldn't be the first time you claimed we'd return to London," Sarah Jane Smith quips as she steps out of the TARDIS. Honestly, why would she expect anything more from him? This must be the sixth - or is it seventh? - time now that the Doctor promised to take her home. Of course they wind up somewhere else. How very much like him. Despite her frustration, Sarah smiles as she takes in the sunlight and breathes in what smells awfully like coastal sea air. "What is it this time, Doctor? Another emergency call detected by the TARDIS? Or did we just take another wrong turn?"

She crosses her arms over her chest as she turns around to confront her companion. While the blue doors of the TARDIS stand in front of her, the Doctor is no where to be seen. She frowns and pulls at the door. When it refuses to open, she pulls at the handle more angrily. "Doctor! Oy, Doctor, let me in!"

The doors remain closed. Annoyed, Sarah gives them a dirty look. "Oh, I don't need you, either!"

She starts to walk away, only to turn back after a few steps. Fine. If he's going to act like this, so be it. He won't strand her - at least Sarah very much hopes not. And she's not going to wait around for him to cooperate. This planet (town?) looks safe enough. Might as well have a look about, and enjoy herself while at it.

Doctor, can you hear me? I believe I have this device working properly. [Comes a distinct British accent.] This is quite unlike any telephone or computer I've handled recently. Couldn't you have slipped me something simpler?

Or, better yet, let me back inside! I saw the doors to the TARDIS still standing there. I'll have you know, this is quite childish. Even for you!

Treason. Of course Zatanna was being arrested for treason, and it certainly took them long enough to come for her. She's only been breaking rules since she first woke up, after all. It was really only a matter of time, especially since she'd committed the cardinal sin of being contact with Dick Grayson, Alpha's most wanted criminal.

But she wasn't going down without a fight, that was for sure, and the second she'd had the opportunity, she'd broken from the center of the formation of guards and they'd been chasing her as she ducked around a corner and into what she'd thought was a supply closet. Instead, it's the Surface and Zatanna notices immediately the sunlight, the smell of grass, and the sound of birds. A second later, she remembers she's still in that fugly ORANGE jumpsuit and she's not about to get caught if she's made it this far. She sticks out like a sore thumb right now. Reflex dictates that she use her magic, so that's the first thing she tries. Even before she finishes the spell, Emit ot yrt tuo eht wen kool, she remembers she can't do magic, but the spell rolls off her tongue in full anyway and, much to her pleasant surprise, her ORANGE jumpsuit is replaced with her favorite purple tanktop and a pair of khaki shorts.

"I am so totally whelmed right now!" she squeals excitably to herself, forgetting that it's entirely possible to be overheard and sound like a crazy person. She's too busy typing what she thinks is an encrypted message to the Specials on her PDC.

Hey Robin? Al? Prim? I don't know how...but I found the Surface. Rob, can you track my device or something and meet the others so we can get out of here?

PS, guess I really am a mutant, so ha! How do you like me now, Friend Computer?