Dread And Puissant Champion of the Fae

tim links: tim meets karla: http://community.livejournal.com/milieux_village/845759.html?thread=34921407#t34921407

tim meets mystique: http://community.livejournal.com/milieux_village/845759.html?thread=34921919#t34921919

So my work schedule for the forseeable future is gonna have me unavailable until about 7 or 8pm eastern, Wed thru Sat.

On the flip side, I have three day weekends all the time now. Anyone wanna go sight seeing on the east coast?

My computer went on the blink for much of the week, which is why I haven't been around. But it's fixed so I can get back to my usually scheduled posting.

Tim's Afterlife class had gotten him liking using the SRF. If he could create Hell and other Afterlives, surely his next endeavor would be much easier. The first place he'd try, was inspired somewhat by Vanessa. It wouldn't exactly be a class, though he was considering having some questions to ask in case students showed up. But adults would be welcome as well.

Especially Patty. He'd gotten along with her rather well.

So it was that Tim spent much of the day putting up flyers.

Virtual Tours!
Mystic Places Explored and Explained. (But not too much. Don't want to take the mystery out.)
Students, Faculty, and Villagers Welcome.
Friday May 29.
Glastonbury and Stonehenge.

[Open if you want to catch Tim putting up flyers.]

Today the students would find themselves on the deck of a ship, traveling down a slow moving river, through a desert.

"We're about to enter the Realm of Osiris. The Ancient Egyptian afterlife. When an Egyptian died, he would come here, and his heart would be weighed against a feather. If the scales balanced, they would be allowed to continue their existence on Earth as a spirit. If not, they would be devoured by Amemait."

The boat stopped at harbor in an Ancient Egyptian City, with temples and Pyramids towering over everything. There were "No Littering" signs everywhere.

Tim led them to a Temple where a man with a Hawk's body was waiting. "This is Horus. Don't get him started on administration details."

"GOOD MORNING." Horus greeted them. "I TRUST YOU ALL HAD A GOOD TRIP? YOU DIDN'T PERCHANCE SEE MY UNCLE DID YOU? I SUSPECT HIM OF ILLEGAL DUMPING."

Though there was someone making sure their marksmanship was still up to scratch, the range wasn't echoing with the usual sounds of gunfire. The magical energy blasts generated by Tim's sword sounded more like a laser gun from a sci-fi show.

Tim's class was going fairly well. It was his first attempt at teaching a class, or running a workshop that didn't involve introducing people to the fey. He hadn't been sure how the kids would deal with thinking about death on a weekly basis. Though maybe focusing on the after part helped.

He was glad he'd come back. Though he'd rarely ever admitted it to anyone, he'd missed Fandom terribly, and it was nice to be back in a place where the bizarre was commonplace. Where a guy could have a conversation with a Demon, or a girl from the future. Where he could freely admit to having met Vampires. Or even just play with a souped up remote control car. Even if the sight of Hobson still made some people stare.

He wondered if Meg's kid would be raised here. And what sort of effect that would have on a child. At least there would be no shortage of people to protect it should things happen here as they had occasionally at his old summer camp.

He missed one of the shots, blasting the wall behind the target instead. Damn.

[Open!]

Tim had no idea if the broadcast last night had alerted the police to what had happened to Connor or not. Frankly he didn't care. Anyone capable of abducting Connor might be too much for the police to handle. He reluctantly admitted to himself that they might be too much for him to handle.

"Hobson, remind me when I get back to see if any of the police have any superpowers." he said to the hobgoblin.

"Of course sir. Will you be requiring a refresher course on how to turn your sword into a tracking device? It has been some years since you've had to do that."

Tim smiled grimly, remembering the trouble he'd had the first time he'd tried to do that.

"No thanks, I remember how."

He summoned the crystalline sword to his hand, and held it loosely out in front of him. Sure enough, it began to pull towards...well he hoped it was Connor.

[Tim is going to rescue Connor. Anyone who wants to is welcome to come along.]

"Yeah, yeah no same place as last year." Tim said to the person on the phone. "Yeah that'd be great! I haven't seen him in too long. Yeah I'll see you guys on Friday. Okay bye."

Tim hung up and leaned back in his chair. Business done for the day, he opened up his laptop. Hulu was calling to him. Not that he'd mind a distraction.

[Door and post are open.]

As you may have noticed, there was no class yesterday. Master Desmond is currently under the weather, and was unable to conduct class, or indeed to send out a missive informing you of it ahead of time. He relays his apologies.

Hobson,
On Behalf of Master Desmond.

Faerie class three
Faerie class four
HObson and Bellatrix in the park
Tim's last class

Tim was bleary from jet lag after his flight from New Orleans, but two things kept him from giving in to it. One, he knew that this was nothing compared to how he was going to feel after the flight to Hong Kong. And two, the sight of T'ing waiting for him at the gate.

"Ready to explore the orient?" she asked, hooking her arm through his. Together they headed for the exit gate for their flight to China.

"Oh I've got some good news." T'ing said. "Neil upgraded us to first class."

"He did? What's the catch?"

"I'll tell you later." she smirked. Neil hadn't told her the catch. But Eleziane had let slip that they were hoping that this trip would be the catalyst to get Tim and T'ing back together as a couple.

Well, only time would tell.

[ooc: NFB, Tim's out. Go ahead and remove Tim and Cameron from your friends lists.]

( Posted in my own journal so's I can put a linkdrop in here too. )

After he had reassured his mother, Tim hung up the phone and glared at Hobson. "I hate you sometimes."

"Of course Sir."

[Tim's Office door is open.]

Tim was using this opportunity to meditate, on what might be happening with Phoebe. He had a list of possible culprits:

Evil Twin, Possesed by Evil Fairy, Possesed by demon, Changling, Mind Controled by Baba Yaga, Replaced by Alien, Controled by Alien, and just plain crazy.

The office door was open.

[post is open, especially for a certain someone.]

First: Sorry for my sudden disappearance. I know you were all shattered. My laptop is undergoing surgery and I was out of internet access for a few days. This is why Connor missed his not-date with Meg, and Tim didn't get his class taught. An IC reason will be going up tonight as well.

Which brings me to my request. Any chance for a clinic post this evening guys who are in charge of that?

First, this is the same Timothy Desmond that was in Fandom High, if that means anything to you.

If it doesn't, here goes: Tim's from a trilogy of fantasy books about the return of Magical creatures to the world. In book one he helps the Fae acclimate. In book two he stops Baba Yaga and an army of monsters. In book three he thwarts Loki's ragnarok.

He can see the Fae, and ghosts. He has a magic sword that can be used for, well pretty much whatever is needed plot wise. Uses thus far: Tracking device, energy weapon, magic siphon, conduit, and can be summoned to his hand. Also it can be used as a melee weapon.

Lastly, Tim has a hobgoblin butler named Hobson. Hobson looks and acts a bit like a three foot tall anthropomorphic cat. If you think your character would have trouble accepting this, feel free to see Hobson as a midget in a cat suit, or a regular midget, or a regular cat, or simply not see him at all.

I think that's it. Cheers.

There had been snow. Rather a lot of it. Normally this would make the roads nearly impassable for a station wagon. The roads he had to travel on anyway. The plows hadn't gotten to them yet.

But fortunately he had an advantage in the form of a magic sword. He was able to use it to clear the road, though it left him rather exhausted by the time he got to his mother and Faust's house. He would later claim that as the reason he was so utterly unable to defend himself from the barrage of snowballs that his sisters pelted him with.

[Establishy naturally. NFB due to distance.]

There's a Holiday party at the home of, Tim Desmond. If people show it's sure to be a, grande evente attempts to make it rhyme, fail. We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop. By the non-existent fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop!

Penguins: Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

[ooc: open to all, Bit of OCD coming.]

HOLIDAY PARTY AT STOREFRONT APARTMENT #HANDWAVE.
FOOD, DRINKS, BYOB.
LEAVE YOUR EMO AT THE DOOR.
THIS SATURDAY EVENING.

I'm not entirely sure how I got back to the motel. But Hobson had what he called a restorative, which seemed to be some manner of tea, and a hot bath ready. I'd long since stopped asking how he knew I'd need something. It was a butler thing.

"And how did the meetings go?" Hobson asked, when I got out of the bath. There's nothing like a long soak without a Bannik hovering over you.

"Well I think the local Fae liked me. Unless they always throw parties like that."

"In New Orleans? It's possible. But I see that no liberties were taken, so I would agree that they liked you, but not overly much fortunately. Some Loa have a certain reputation."

"Uh uh. Well like I said I think that went fine. And I might have a shot at substitute teaching, or running a workshop or something at the college."

"Does that mean you intend to stay in Mileux for some time sir?"

I smirked. "Hobson if you didn't already know I'd decide to do that you'd never have set me up a meeting with the dean."

"You know me well sir. I anticipated that the, shall we say, Fandom-like properties of the town would appeal to you. Might I suggest though sir, that we seek more permanent quarters?"

establishy

"Blue Canary to Birdhouse, come in Birdhouse."

That was the voice that greeted me when I called home. It was how I knew it was Greta not Alina that had answered the phone.

"This is Birdhouse, come in Blue Canary."

"You're not here yet. Does that mean you're not coming?" I could tell she was disappointed.

"Yeah I just spent a bit of time with the Native American Fae, so, I'm a little soured on the whole Thanksgiving thing. But I will be there for Christmas."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Is mom there?"

Later, Hobson brought in some coffee. He still kinda turns his nose up at it, but he makes a good cup of coffee.

"Am I to understand sir that we will be staying here for some time?"

"Yeah I need a recharge. So, at least through the weekend."

"Very good sir. Shall I make inquiries as to the Fae population of New Orleans?"

"Yeah that'd be great. Keep me posted."

"Of course sir."

ooc: establishy, but open