Somewhere Over the Rainbow

taxonomites Fourth Wall Event

tothelightshown — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 21:54:42 GMT

The sudden influx of new arrivals had taken all of them - including DG, who regarded her tablet warily as the dots on the maps appeared and disappeared with alarming rapidity - by surprise.

She hadn't seen any familiar names yet and it was difficult to decide if she was pleased about that or not. She didn't want any of her other friends to be imprisoned here, but that didn't mean that she didn't miss them. And her family. She'd only just found her parents again. She'd been snatched away to Taxon before they'd had time to rebuild a relationship that she'd all but forgotten.

And Az. Az needed her. She'd promised that she wouldn't let go again, but the kidnappers hadn't cared about that. They didn't care about anything other than their own twisted games.

DG was sitting, cross legged, on Glitch's bed with a sketch book in her lap and a frown of concentration on her face. It had been months since she'd seen them, but her loved ones - her mother's warm lavender eyes and her father's smile and sister's elegance - took shape easily on the paper.

She wished she knew how much of the drawing was coming from her memory and how much was just her imagination.

taxonomites Permissions Meme

tothelightshown — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 19:49:48 GMT

General

Character Name: DG [tothelightshown]
Species: Human
Abnormal Abilities, if any?: Magic! She’s still working out exactly what her powers are, but telekinesis and teleportation are definitely on the cards.

Psychology

1. Is it okay for your character's thoughts to be read / their mind to be probed? Yep!

2. Is it okay for any of your character’s intense / distressing memories to be seen / heard / read in this situation? Ask first, but it'll probably be a yes.

3. What kind of mind does your character have? Are they disturbed at all? Are their thoughts ordered or jumbled? Fairly ordered. DG tends to be quite calm and takes most things in her stride, so her mind will reflect that.

4. Is it okay for your character’s emotions to be sensed? Yes, although the predominant emotions will be ‘anger’ if she catches you.

5. Does your character have a weak or strong mind? Are they susceptible to influence or hypnotism? Fairly strong, I think. She’s an ordinary human, but she’s a determined and rather wilful human.

6. Does your character have supernatural / mental fortification against mind reading or telepathic communication? Nope.

7. In the case of characters who can just 'know' things about people, can the muns of these characters use the powers of Wikipedia to get information about your character? Feel free!

8. If so, is there anything that should absolutely never ever be brought up? Nothing in particular, but she’s very protective when it comes to her family and friends.

9. Anything that should absolutely be brought up? Everything?

10. Will thoughts in the narration be up for grabs? If so, how will you indicate these? Any and all thoughts in her narration are up for grabs.

11. Does your character have any fears / phobias that you wouldn't mind being exploited? She’s frightened about failing her sister again. And feel free.

Physiology

1. Is it okay for your character to be affected by chemical agents? Fear toxins, for example? Yes, probably. Just check with me first.

2. Does your character have any unique biological difference that would affect their resistance to toxins / chemical substances? Nope!

3. Does your character have any notable genetic / supernatural / biological difference that would make their blood in any way different to a regular baseline human's? Err … I’m going to go with no, unless her magic gives her unusual taste.

Physical

1. How okay are you with your character coming to physical harm? Fine, as long as it makes sense and we plan the basics first.

2. How okay are you with your character's home / possessions being targeted by bad guys? Again, fine, but check with me (and with Keri) if you’ve got your eye on the Northern Island or the Workshop.

3. Can your character be impacted by telekinesis? Yep!

4. With regard to vampires, would your character be willing to be a donor? Probably no, but it depends on the vampire and the situation.

5. If no, then how about unwilling? … yes?

6. With regard to shapeshifters, are you okay with having those with this power taking the shape of your character? Sure!

7. If your character has any superhuman abilities, would you be okay with these being replicated by those who have the power to absorb / take on the powers of others? DG is still working out what her abilities are, but that’d be fine with me.

8. In a physical confrontation, is it okay if characters who have the power to sense / foresee / predict movements use this to their advantage against your character? Go for it!

9. Are you willing to participate in plots where your character will sustain damage outside of a fight, such as in situations with torture, environmental hazards, or accidents? I certainly am.

10. Is there anything about them that would stand out noticeably if they were ever injured or otherwise examined by a doctor? Are any of these things noticeable to others without close inspection? Nope.

Magics

1. Can your character be influenced and tempted by magical or supernatural means? Possibly? Just ask!

2. If yes, will someone with the ability be able to find this out about them, and in what areas can your character be tempted? We’ll work that out when we discuss it.

3. Could your character be glamoured (a form of mind control employed by vampires to make humans compliant / alter their memories)? Yep!

4. Can your character be effected by spells of any kind and are there any specific types to which they would be immune? Yep, although we should probably discuss that first.

5. Can your character's presence be sensed by characters with the power to read auras / pick up generalized vibes from people? Sure!

6. If yes, what kind of stand out things about your character can be sensed? Her determination, her buried magical abilities, that sort of thing.

7. With regard to characters that can sense danger / receive visions / predict general doom, are you okay with your character being the subject of any of this, if the occasion arises? That's absolutely fine.

Privacy

1. Will your character change their name as it is shown on the map? Probably not.

2. If they’re able, will they ever opt to hide their location on the map? Again, probably not.

3. If your character is from an earlier point in their canon than another member of your cast, what is and is not okay for your fellow castmate to spill the beans about regarding your character’s future? N/A

4. With regard to characters that like to snoop, can they find anything that's been publicly said by your character through the tablets? Yes.

5. How about privately? Probably no, but check with me if you’re really interested.

6. Is there anything you'd especially like to be known about your character, for the purposes of amusement? Not really.

7. Anything you especially don't? Again, not really.

8 Do you like threadhopping and are you okay with other people threadhopping in your threads and posts? I love threadhopping! Check if the conversation looks particularly personal, but it should be fine.

Five taxonomites Arrivals That Will Probably Never Happen

tothelightshown — Sun, 23 May 2010 21:20:42 GMT

The longcoats were just Extras, but they were intimidating nonetheless. (For one horrible moment, DG had recognised – or had thought that she’d recognised – the Extra that she’d killed during her glitch.) They’d marched her on to the balcony, and, if she’d been paying attention, she would have been able to enjoy a perfectly clear view of the sprawling Taxon skyline.

Azkadellia was waiting for her.

The witch was waiting for her.

“It’s been a long time, little sister.”

“Yeah, it has. And you’re still not my sister.”

But she was in there somewhere. DG had been in her shoes, thanks to the hamsters. The real Azkadellia – the Azkadellia that had gathered apples and skimmed stones and doted on her younger sibling – was in there somewhere.

“I know you’re in there, Az. I know you can hear me.”

“Your sister is dead,” she said, with a bark of dry, humourless laughter. DG ignored her.

“I’m sorry I let go. I’m sorry for what happened. But this city – this city, Az! – is the perfect place to start again. You can fight her, I know you can.”

The O.Z was a long way away. Taxon was a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but, most of all, it was an opportunity.

DG held out her hand. All she could do was hope that her sister would take it.

They made a strange pair. The green girl swathed in black and the pale girl dressed in denim and leather. Despite the odd looks they would have attracted if the Extras had been anything other than unnaturally curious, they managed to meet regularly for long conversations over coffee. (Just coffee. Elphaba didn’t eat a great deal. She crumbled bread and biscuits between long green fingers and pushed the remnants around her plate.)

They discussed everything. Philosophy, ethics, politics, magic. They discussed everything and, somehow, never reached the questions that DG really wanted to ask.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you doing here?”

Of all the people in all the worlds, Elmer Gulch - Elmer Gulch – was standing outside the Sanctuary. Until she’d returned to the O.Z, DG had thought that the police officer was as close to a nemesis as she was ever going to get.

“I might have known you’d be involved in this.”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” said DG, putting her hands on her hips. His expression – the same expression he wore when he was about to give her a ticket – was all too familiar. “They don’t give out tickets for kidnapping.”

(The comment was ridiculously flippant, but she didn’t think for one moment that he’d actually blame his arrival on her.)

“No,” he agreed, “But they do send people to prison for it.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious. You think I did this?”

“Who else?”

“I don’t know. How about the aliens who own the planet?”

Gulch gave a dry, humourless laugh. The same aliens, DG noted, had kindly left him with his handcuffs and his gun.

“You’re out of your mind!” DG snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. When he grabbed her arm, she pulled away without thinking.

“And you’re resisting arrest.”

She shook her head again. For once, DG was actually speechless. Officer Gulch had been a constant irritant, but this was the first time she’d realised that he was an idiot as well.

“What, nothing to say?” he said, as he gripped her wrist – she flexed her hand, feeling the warm glow of the mark on her palm and wondering how easy it would be to melt the handcuffs – and gave her a satisfied smile. “No smart comment to make?”

DG grinned at him.

“You are going to get yourself into so much trouble here. And I can’t wait to see what happens when you meet my friends.”

“Trillian!”

She didn’t turn around. In fact, if Zaphod Beeblebrox hadn’t known any better, he would have said that she was ignoring him.

“Trill, baby! Wait up!”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She continued to walk across the square without looking at him, tucking a book – must be a notebook, given her journalistic ambitions – into a battered black bag. He had to skirt past a figure on a bench and a man with a coffee cart to reach her before she reached her motorbike.

“Look, I know you’re still sore about the Vogons, but we got you out, didn’t we? Come on. What else do you want?”

“Are you talking to me?”

She’d turned around at last. Her wide blue eyes were … about as unimpressed as he’d expected, actually. Earth girls were always difficult, but Zaphod Beeblebrox always had a solution in mind.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around Trillian and kissing her hard.

DG reacted in the only way she could. She kneed him hard in the groin.

DG ran.

Round one corner, round another, past Tara’s shop and the mall and the coffee shop that served the best latte in the city. She tore through the streets until her chest was heaving and her heart was racing.

Taxon had never seemed larger, but she reached the Sanctuary in record time.

Cain and Raw – looking a little confused and a little irritated and very pleased to see her – were waiting outside.

Grinning, and laughing so hard that she wanted to cry, she threw her arms around them. Home was supposed to be where your heart was, wasn’t it? And that meant that, at long last, hers was right here.

OOC: Thank You!

tothelightshown — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 12:57:07 GMT

A big, flail-y thank you to justaddmarbles for the paid account!

justprompts

tothelightshown — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:02:11 GMT

“DG! DG, hurry up!”

With a dull thump, DG snapped her sketchbook shut. The tiny alleyway behind the Hilltop Cafe wasn’t the most comfortable place to draw, and it was hard to feel creative when you were surrounded by refuse bins and the smell of unfinished fried breakfasts. Her dreams – always hazy at best – tended to evaporate as soon as she stepped out into the Kansas sunshine. By the time she reached the cafe and pulled on her apron, she was clinging to their remnants out of sheer desperation.

Tucking her pencil between the pages, DG headed back inside.

“Your break finished five minutes ago,” said Phoebe, one of her coworkers, wiping her hands on a dishclotch as DG passed, “You’re lucky Carter isn’t here this morning.”

If Carter had been around, she probably wouldn’t have been given the break in the first place. But DG knew better than to mention that, and she knew better than to push her luck. If she wanted to pay off the last few payments on her beloved bike, she needed this job.

“What do I need to do?”

“Put that book down and take those plates to table three,” Phoebe instructed. Abandoning her sketchbook on the counter, DG grabbed the pies – which weren’t particularly famous, no matter what the sign on the door of the café liked to claim – and hurried out of the kitchen. “And take table six’s order.”

“Got it,” said DG. Not that it was a hard task. The flavour of the pie might change, and occasionally people would order pancakes or a cooked breakfast instead, but, like her dull little life in this dull little town, it was never more than a variation on a theme.

Although, occasionally, DG did manage to do something to shatter the peace. It was evidenced in her numerous speeding tickets and documented in her constant battle with Officer Gulch, who was sitting at table six with his police hat placed very carefully and very deliberately on the table in front of him. He was just dying for an excuse to drag her up in front of a judge – for speeding, for serving him the wrong breakfast on purpose, for generally existing – but DG knew that he wouldn’t manage it today. She’d been on her best behaviour, more or less.

“Ok, what did I do this time?” she asked, a menu in one hand as she made her way over to his table, “Did I manage to speed while standing still? Because Mom hasn’t let me near the bike since my last ticket, and …”

“Actually, DG, I just wanted a coffee.”

DG, who had been bristling defensively, deflated.

“Oh. One coffee it is.”

“Black, no sugar.”

Why didn’t that surprise her? There was nothing sweet about Elmer Gulch.

“One coffee, black, no sugar,” she repeated, before bidding a hasty retreat.

She made her way back into the kitchen, pinning the order up on to the board for someone else to deal with. She’d reached her daily quota when it came to dealing with Elmer Gulch, and the boss wouldn’t be happy if the police officer ended up with coffee in his lap instead of his mug.

“Your Mom called,” Phoebe informed her, “She gave me a list of groceries for you to collect on your way home.”

Perfect.

“Where did you write them?”

“In your book,” Phoebe drawled, pointing idly at the sketchbook and turning her attention back to the plates that needed delivering. She’d opened it on to one of DG’s favourite pictures, a maze that stretched on and on until it was cut short by the size of the page. The intricate arrangement of the hedges had now been obscured by biro pen.

“Milk, eggs, flour, apples, half a pint of milk and a copy of the newspaper,” DG read, flatly. “There’s no place like home.”

Prompt: Trapped
Word Count: 644

taxonomites Information

tothelightshown — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 12:03:00 GMT

Player

Name: Emma
Journal: atraphoenix
IM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk
Other Characters: Drusilla [AU] and Martha Jones

Character Information

Character Name: DG
Fandom: Tin Man
Chronology: ~~During episode three, as DG and her companions enter the Realm of the Unwanted.~~ DG has been canon bumped! She is now post-series.

Background: DG was born in the Outer Zone – also known as the O.Z – to the kingdom’s lavender eyed queen and her husband Ahamo, who had been blown into their world in a hot air balloon. She had an idyllic childhood, spending her time being tutored in magic and playing with her beloved older sister, Azkadellia. Everything changed, however, when DG unwittingly freed an evil witch during an otherwise normal outing. Instead of standing by her sister, a terrified DG fled and gave the witch the opportunity to possess Azkedillia.

Under the control of the wicked witch, Azkedillia murdered DG. To resurrect her daughter, the queen sacrificed her magical powers and sent the youngest princess to live in her father’s home world under the protection of two specially designed ‘nurture units’. Her memories cloaked, DG came to believe that she’d been born in Kansas and that the robots were her true parents, but she was far from happy there. Dissatisfied with her life as a waitress, she dreamt of something more.

These daydreams became more important when she began to dream of the O.Z and a strangely familiar woman with lavender eyes. Eventually, Azkadellia, who had by then seized control of the O.Z and imprisoned the queen, sent a party of soldiers to Kansas to capture DG. She had no choice but to jump into their travel storm to escape and journey to the kingdom’s Central City in search of the Mystic Man and some answers. On the way, she befriended Glitch, the queen’s former advisor, Cain, a one time tin man, and Raw, a viewer. She also encountered her robotic parents and learned the truth about her parentage, though that created more questions than it really answered.

The Mystic Man directed the group to the Northern Island, the royal family’s ice encased palace. While there, DG discovered what her mother had done to save her, but, before she could come across any more answers, Azkedillia arrived and captured DG and Raw. Interrogation revealed that the Emerald of the Eclipse, a powerful potential weapon sought by the witch, was protected by the Grey Gale, but DG’s cloaked memories couldn’t reveal anything else.

Eventually, the Mystic Man was murdered by Azkedillia and DG followed his cryptic advice and headed south after she and Raw were rescued by Glitch, Cain and the shapeshifting ‘Toto’ who had tutored her as a child. They had no idea that Tutor was in the pay of Azkedillia, helping her follow them to the realm of Finaqua even as he helped DG rediscover her magic.

In Finaqua, DG discovered how her actions as child contributed to Azkedillia’s rise to power. Horrified, she had no other option but to press on and follow her mother’s instructions, travelling to the Realm of the Unwanted in search of her father, Ahamo. While there, they were led into a trap. Glitch, Cain and Raw were captured by Azkedillia’s soldiers and DG was carried away by the Seeker, who later revealed that he was Ahamo.

Although initially hostile towards him, DG allowed Ahamo to lead her to the Grey Gale, where she learned that she was named after a distant relative, ‘Dorothy Gale’. She also received the emerald from an echo, or a representation, of the original Dorothy. Unfortunately, before she could take it to a safe place, Azkedillia arrived, capturing both Ahamo and the emerald and leaving DG imprisoned in the mausoleum of the royal line.

DG escaped using magic and was reunited with her friends in time to infiltrate Azkedillia’s tower. The witch aimed to use the emerald to power a 'sun seeder' designed by Glitch during his time as the queen’s advisor, covering the land in permanent darkness. After reaching her sister, DG managed to clasp hands with Azkedillia, joining their powers and freeing her from the witch's hold. At long last, DG had found the home and the family she had always dreamed of.

Personality: When DG was reunited with her father for the first time since returning to the O.Z, he described her as a “pistol”, and that’s probably a fairly accurate summary. As much as I hate using a word as cliché as feisty, that’s what she is. She’s stubborn, particularly when it comes to accepting her father, and a little wilful, and she definitely doesn’t sound like a cultured princess. Since she was raised on a simple farm in Kansas, pomp, circumstance and fancy gowns will never be DG’s thing. She’ll always be more comfortable wearing jeans and she’ll always be more comfortable in informal settings. (She even drops in cultural references from the world she was raised in from time to time, and her sense of humour occasionally borders on laconic. Very unprincess-y.)

DG is occasionally prone to throwing herself in headfirst – for example, she charged impulsively at a group of soldiers, without realising that they were just projections – and to acting unconsciously. She has a very definite sense of right and wrong, too, at least on a larger scale – the frequent clashes with Officer Gulch were the result of a desperate to desire to stretch her wings and nothing to do with malice – and will follow it instinctively. When it comes to good and evil, she can be incredibly focused.

Because she grew up feeling – accurately, as it happens – that she didn’t belong in Kansas, DG is a bit of a dreamer. She’s spent her whole life looking for something more and a place to call her own. She isn’t used to fitting in, so she is incredibly eager to prove herself and to be the person she always should have been. She wants to deserve the faith people seem to have placed in her – her friends' trust, for example, and her mother’s sacrifice – and she wants most of all to make amends for the terrible things she accidentally did as a child. Her quest is as much about redemption, albeit on a subconscious level, as it is about saving the kingdom and saving her sister. Despite trying to listen to Cain and push her guilt aside, she hasn’t managed to exorcise it entirely.

DG is very good at dealing with the unexpected, whether that consists of befriending a man with a zipper on his head or discovering that she’s actually, technically, a princess. Strange things might shock her, but, after ending up in the O.Z via a storm, nothing is that strange. She won’t let shock stop her from doing what she has to do, which links to how focused she can be. When she had to find her parents, nothing was going to stop her. She is fiercely loyal, loving her friends and family utterly and completely.

Abilities and Weaknesses: DG is an ordinary human, more or less. She certainly has all the vulnerabilities that that entails, with no special fighting abilities and no traces of immorality or invulnerability. However, she does have a degree of magical ability, denoted by the magical symbol on her palm. (Not that the full extent of her powers is actually explored in the series.) She is shown to be able to make objects move and spin – rudimentary telekinesis – and to be able to restore areas that have been previously damaged by magic. As a child, she received lessons on how to use and control her powers. These lessons were cut short when she was forced to leave the O.Z and, consequently, her powers are patchy and unpredictable. Even she has no idea of what she’s capable of. (Which is, understandably, probably her biggest weakness.) The only thing that’s really certain is that she’s much more powerful when united with her sister.

Her other major talent is drawing. DG is a talented artist, and, before returning to the O.Z, her sketches included scenes from her past life. The show doesn’t specify if these are prophetic drawings or simply a product of the dreams that had been plaguing her. I tend to go for the latter, because her magic, along with her memories, was cloaked when she was sent to Kansas. Although a few fragments slipped through, it’s unlikely anything else did.

Programmed Possession: The Northern Island

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