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The students reading an excerpt from the book, Sybil Ludington: Freedom's Brave Rider by Priscilla Kirkpatrick at our community library today. #JSRP #ZODML #libraries #Nigeria #library #Reading #Lagos #ReadingProgramme

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Visiting Berk (CLOSED)

Free time. A vacation? That seemed odd. Well at least Ivan found it odd. Apollo hardly gives him any free time - especially worth a year. He let the thought pass him by as he floated aimlessly in a form of a wisp across the ocean. "What to do?" He whispered, nothing much - if he were to be honest. He let himself be guided by the winds until an island came to view. Curious, he landed on the top of a sharp cliff. He turned back to his human form and took in the breeze. It was cold and refreshing - something Ivan needed for the moment.

The forest seemed quiet, the sea rocked against the rocks below. One thing though, Ivan jerked at the sound of a distant roar - he quickly turned to where it came from and looking down, he saw a village by the edge of the island.

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Book Shop AU (OPEN)

Ivan smiled, entering the closed shop. He flipped the sign to 'Open' before going to the back of the counter and eyeing the piles of old books that were to be resold. "Time for you guys to be put up." He mumbled and started to sort them up - just waiting for some new or old customers to come on by. He smiled to himself, knowing he had the best job in the world - spending all day with thousands of books.

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Aboard the Enterprise (CLOSED)

That abnormally painful tug at the pit of Jake's gut meant one thing - he's getting pulled through time. As painful as that is, he's sure this would mean something important, or just Fate want to play with him like that time he was pulled about a thousand years prior. He has no idea when he'll be going - but the pain may have indicated that it was more than a year - far more than a year.

He gasped when he appeared from thin air. His feet land on solid ground, stumbling a bit as he took his balance. His eyes did nothing to help him - seeing that he was blind, but the sounds seemed... peculiar. There was a constant hum and slight bleeping and the unmistakable sound of a computer. "...This doesn't sound good." 

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|| *switches to Mobile- oh and I can't reblog long text posts because the app is a bit shit and ruins the html - SORRY OTL

|| *goes to harass people's ask*

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+3 became clairvoyant

A small wisp flew quickly into a forest clearing before turning human. Ivan sighed as he finally found some time alone ~ or so he thought. "Someone there?"

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Wrecked || Closed RP

There's this one thing Jake really, really despises about his powers. Lately he's gotten the hang of controlling his powers more effectively. It tires him out, but it's a good thing. But there are still times when he gets suddenly pulled out from where he is; he's still figuring out what triggers that, but in the meantime he has so many things to worry about. 

Jake sighed as he felt the familiar pain in the gut, that meant he was going to get pulled out again. He was a t an open glade somewhere in England at the moment, but in a snap, the cold air, the natural breeze, and the quiet noise faded away into ... "Paint?" He muttered to himself. He tried not to move, as he still was unfamiliar with his surroundings. He could smell paint, some varnish - a lot of stuff an artist would use; he could be in a gallery? an exhibit  or a studio? He still wasn't sure. By the lack of people's voices; he assumed he was alone in the place, he tapped his foot on the ground to find that there was a flooring, wood? something hard. Jake pursed his lips when he finally understood what's around him; He could hear a creak; papers being held down by paper weights; a wooden stool - a canvas; he could identify these things through his their scent and the sound the made against the dead wind.

"I shouldn't be here." He sighed and stepped back - his first big mistake. The first thing his feet fell on was something thin, like a cover - a piece of cloth? His step pulled it down; making a domino effect of tins and cans toppling over, something wooden falling to the floor; something shattering and the sound of something tearing. Jake stopped moving, as the last of is mess dropped with a CLANK. He was hoping nobody heard that, but the sound of approaching foot steps simply made him scared.