Liv Lansing's Journal

Subject:	3rd Person Closed
Time:	3:03 am.

It was past 11 pm when Liv finally put her thumb on what had been bothering her all day. She wanted to see Wizard. No, strike that. She needed to see Wizard. She'd been nothing but negative for the past couple of weeks. That last seven had really turned her sour on the whole idea of seeing him. She didn't want her coworkers talking, and she didn't appreciate the looks or the assumptions. At the same time, did that really matter? This was Wizard, after all. Shouldn't it all be worth it?

Liv swore softly and went to grab her car keys.

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Subject:	Third Person Closed
Time:	5:46 pm.

"Is there something you need to talk to me about?" Liv asked one of her officers, stopping in the kitchen area and blocking his way to the sugar packets, seemingly by accident.

Something had been up all day. Sidelong glances, hushed conversations that ended abruptly as she entered a room. Everyone was hard at work and she couldn't call them out for slacking, but they were too busy and on the ball. Something was going on and she had a sinking feeling... but she didn't stand for gossip.

"I'll repeat again," Liv said, directing the question to Lee; he well-meaning guy but caved under any kind of pressure from higher ups. "Anything that needs mentioning, Lee?"

"No, nossir," Lee stammered. For his sake, the poor boy really just looked like he wanted his coffee.

"You sure? Everyone sure seems unsettled around here. Is it just the weather or something?"

"Must be the weather," Lee agreed. "That's probably it."

Liv sighed softly, getting out of his way. "Well that about explains it." She tossed him a sugar packet. "You'll be needing this, I bet," she said. "Take it easy there."

She headed out of the kitchen, ready to start wondering again--and caught just the slightest snippet of a nearby conversation.

"The whole time, she was just sneaking around with him and--"

Deer in the headlights. The halt to that conversation. Liv could still put the pieces together.

Even when she swore in her head now it was Mandarin.

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Subject:	Third Person Closed
Time:	10:28 pm.

There was a lot of work to be done and Liv willingly buried herself under the pile of obligations and paperwork. This week was a hectic one full of interviews and public appearances. She'd been fighting for this position for years, and now that she was finally Chief of Police for the Tampa Police Department there was a deep remorse that came with the job. Gloria Zumarraga was a capable woman and an inspiration to many. Unlike her predecessor, she'd kept Tampa in shape. It was a hard act to follow.

Liv would help them get through this, if they could just get beyond this week. It was proving easier said than done. As long as she was in the presence of other people Liv kept her head held high, making promises she could stand by and trying to respectfully move forward. On the first day she figured she was doing a good job with it all until it finally came to the point when she was ready to give in to a few hours of sleep. Left to herself, the headache began. Sleep equated to a slew of nightmares and nothing that resembled rest. She was a mess, and she had no idea why. She'd never have suspected that Gloria's death would have affected her so negatively. Liv had lost other people, individuals and friends that she'd worked with in such close capacity. The nightmares had never been this bad. The next day she was on her feet again, calm and steady. Something was gnawing at her though, and try as she might she wouldn't let anyone see how under the weather she felt.

Night time again. She was shaky, exhausted. She wasn't about to resort to alcohol, but the small handful of Tylenol hardly helped her fall asleep. There wasn't any rest, just garbled dreams. She was going to feel like shit in the morning, but she'd still be up before the sun, pressed and ready.

She had more obligations. Some of those obligations were plaguing her nerves more than others. She wasn't looking forward to the funeral. For some reason the idea frankly terrified her. She wasn't looking forward to offering her condolences in person to the rest of the family.

Liv could practically hear the shouting again, or was it just the throbbing in her head? Her conscience pushed and she pushed back. She was hardly able to sleep at all.

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Subject:	Third Person Closed- Introduction
Time:	11:44 pm.

Liv was sitting up in bed with no recollection of waking. Her head was spinning and her eyes were unfocused. She blinked and her vision swam, doubling and tipping. Liv clutched the comforter, trying to stay upright. She swore she could hear shouting in the back of her head. It wasn't her voice. Was this a nightmare? She'd only meant to settle down for a nap. She was still waiting for more word on her superior's condition, and there was no time to fall fast asleep. Certainly no time for nightmares.

Still, she could hear men cutting flesh from their bodies and metallic screaming. Gunfire, bombs, and smoke. See the flames inside of a vacuum. Warm, blue eyes. Voices, too many voices, unrecognizable and speaking phrases she didn't recognize and cold black sky and drifting and crates filled with dresses and weapons and small cold girls and candlelight and dinosaurs and absolute silence, no motion, just silence, and slowly drifting, slowly moving, slowly fire running up her spine.

Liv pillowed her head against her knees, trying to take a deep breath. Somehow she found her feet and staggered to the bathroom. She was sick, still bleary.

She spent a few hours alternatively heaving and curling up on the cold tile floor until the memories stopped, becoming blurred and fuzzy. The shouting stopped as well, and her head throbbed. Her joints ached and she didn't move. She nearly slipped into unconsciousness again. Eventually her breathing leveled and her mind settled. Defensively, she locked away the source of her nausea. She pushed the nightmares back, refusing to witness them again.

Liv shut her eyes and by the time she felt well enough to rest again the phone rang.

Bad news. This wasn't how Liv had wanted to receive a promotion.

Name: Liv Lansing (Zoe Washburne, Firefly/Serenity)
Domain: Dillian
Library Section: Television
Power: Comes back from the dead. Liv will only be immortal as long as her true love is alive. She also must be willing to accept said love as true. (From Jack Harkness)

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Subject:	Third Person Closed - Death & New Beginnings
Time:	11:06 pm.

Zoe and Wash had spent their day in Tampa in secluded bliss. Zoe was currently tucked against her husband's chest, naked and deeply sated. She traced her fingers against Wash's skin, eyes falling shut. Her internal clock realized there wasn't much time left. She'd enjoyed a day in their own bodies.

At midnight Zoe was calmly drifting to sleep, ready to be assimilated. As Tampa's current magic came to an end her soul dispersed, seeking out its host--and jolting to a painful stop. By midnight the pathway back to Gloria's body was severed. Her original host was deceased. In a quick action of self defense the soul ricocheted through Tampa, searching and searching until a suitable host could be found and finally latching on to the next best candidate in Tampa.

Zoe opened her eyes, cursing and sitting upright. The world tilted, and she tried not to be sick. She tipped momentarily into black.

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Subject:	Third Person Closed - Soul Seperation
Time:	11:50 am.

When Gloria woke up in the morning she climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb Wizard. She had to get to work early. As she went to get out her clothes she realized something was amiss. Someone had been through their closet.

Gloria’s investigation of the house led her quickly to the kitchen. The sound of laughter was alarming, but mainly because she recognized the voices. When she carefully poked her head through the doorframe her suspicions were confirmed.

“Morning sunshine,” Zoe said candidly. It was like double vision, only Gloria realized quickly that Zoe wasn’t in her head at all. Zoe smiled wryly.

“Want a cup of coffee?” Wash asked. “We made enough for you crazy kids.”

That was just plain weird. “Sure, pour another cup,” Gloria managed solidly. “I should go wake Wizard. He’ll probably want to see this,” she added.

They were both grinning. It was clear who the joke was on today. Gloria went to wake her husband while their past lives, completely detached from the present, continued chuckling and joking as they made coffee.

Today was going to be very different.

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