The Facility Logs - A Pan-Fandom RPG

They look like monsters to you?

2012-02-26T04:57:48Z

Who: Doc Scratch, Rose Lalonde, and everyone joining in on the hunt to kill him!
When: Friday
Where: Searching everywhere, eventually ending up in an abandoned suite in Facility 1
Summary: Doc Scratch has kidnapped Rose and is planning to sacrifice her in the name of summoning his God. John leads a rescue team to go save her.
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of blood and violence, disturbing images, possibly sexual connotations

[Scratch, of course, has gone insane. He's not only kidnapped Rose and broadcasted over the network that he's going to sacrifice her, but he's gotten a good deal of a way into the ritual already. There's blood everywhere, staining his white clothing bright red, all coming from the girl tied to the chair in the center of a ring of candles. The candles are already burnt halfway down. Carved into Rose's stomach is a symbol, which Scratch is currently drawing on the floor in blood with great care and detail.

Rose isn't dead yet. But she won't last much longer.]

[ooc: You can thread out searching for her first, then dramatically burst in and save her! Please, feel absolutely free to kill Doc Scratch. He's perfectly human this week.

Edit: PLEASE wait until this is transferred to dreamwidth to tag, thank you!!]

We All Dance in Fire

2012-02-25T00:48:08Z

Who: Xion and YOU! Eventually Accelerator?
When: Thursday-Friday
Where: All over the station!
Summary: The voices in Xion's head have taken over, and now she's a running riot trying to absorb everything and everyone in her path.
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, guts, eating people, attempted murder, craziness.

[Wherever you are, wherever you go, she's there. Watching you, waiting for you to slip up so that she might make you part of her. The girl once known as Xion is gone, and in her place...

Something terrible lurks.

Right behind you.]

[ooc: Put when, where, and how far you'd like your encounter with Xion to go in the subject line, please and thanks!]

Nobody Loses All The Time [Log] [Canon-Swap]

2012-02-24T20:57:10Z

Who: Commander Howard Stark and Galetea
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: What happens when two volatile personalities meet on a canon-swap week? Well, with Howard and Tea ... not much different.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language.
Warnings: Howard may go through a wall? Tea may get singed? These things, they happen.

The cafeteria, Commander Stark found, was the perfect place to sit down, have some chow, and do blaster maintenance. You'd think with the volume of people wandering in and out that it wouldn't be safe, but the cafeteria was unusually sparsely filled. People usually ate in their rooms, cooked in their apartments, or just grabbed something to eat and headed off to do ... whatever they needed to do.

Howard himself needed a break from the shielding project - the work was intense and the Doctor himself was a little odd. He didn't like guns, for one thing. So Howard took himself, and his blaster, to get some needed R and R before jumping back into things.

Right now he was parsing through what was called a 'sandwich' while he checked the power levels, his cleaning cloth and power gauges next to his plate. He'd put this together out of spare parts he had taken from around the Facility, before the Rebellion (felt odd calling it that), so it wasn't standard military issue. Still, it did the job. Now, he just needed to upgrade it.

You give your hand to me, then you say hello

2012-02-24T18:42:46Z

Who: ~~Suki~~ Sonia and Alex
When: Thursday
Where: Apartment 2205
Summary: Sonia promised to give Alex one free visit to just talk.
Rating: PG-13? IDK We'll see
Warnings: Uhhh... Alex talking about life? Nothing bad, just two people talking.

[Keeping her promise, Suki went to visit Alex. First she had to make sure that Alex returned everything, which took some time, but family comes first.

But she finally showed up to Alex's apartment and happily knocked on his door. He told her to surprise him, so she figured that it was a long enough wait. And, to make sure, she checked around to make sure he wasn't out and about, so he should be in. Then they could have their little chat, free of charge.]

WE'RE DEMONS WE DON'T NEED SONG LYRICS

2012-02-24T07:14:33Z

Who: ~~Accelerator~~ Yori Kihara and Overlord Jack Noir
When: Friday
Where: A hallway.
Summary: Jack forces Yori/Accelerator to be his vassal.
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Warnings: Accelerator's mouth, Jack and Accel fighting over who gets to be the main character, ~~Gingey spamming the log comm~~

[Yori didn't really have a destination in mind as he walked through the halls of the station. He'd just been feeling a bit restless and after an unfortunate parkour encounter earlier in the week, he decided to stay on the ground for the moment.

He certainly didn't expect to run into his worst enemy and get challenged to a duel...]

Now I am falling through the air

2012-02-23T06:31:26Z

Who: ~~Accelerator~~ Yori Kihara and ~~Alex Forbes~~ Alessandro
When: Wednesday
Where: Climbing around. Somewhere.
Summary: Two boys run into each other while doing parkour. Literally.
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Warnings: Accelerator's mouth.

Yori was quite happy to have the room they did now. Before they took partial control of the station, he'd felt so...cramped. There were trees to climb in the biodome, so that was something, but it could never compare to having an entire city to explore. The station still left a lot to be desired as far as places to practice parkour went, but it was a definite improvement and a welcome one. He didn't know every nook and cranny of this place yet, anyway, so for now he would just focus on enjoying a chance to spread his legs again.

It felt great to be able to de-stress like this again, and he honestly got lost in it. So lost, in fact, that he made a blind leap(with his powers it wasn't like he could really get hurt if he screwed up, after all) and didn't even realize that he was about to collide with someone else.

a hearbeat skipped and relationships

2012-02-23T05:32:38Z

Who: Nomad bridalgownwings and Water Tribe boy didntneedmagic
When: The evening, February 22
Where: Apartment 3203
Summary: Considering that one half of this pair was a child last week, and there's a silly little holiday dedicated to celebrating love, there's some time to be made up.
Rating: PG-13.
Warning(s): Canon swap week doesn't change anything; they're still gonna kiss and hold hands. Whoops.

It's supposed to make up for last week.

It's a subtle thing; he just makes dinner, sets up a few candles at least to get rid of the scent that is now all over the apartment. There may be an experiment this week but it hasn't seemed to interfere with much, asides from the things that always seem to happen at the beginning of the week. So he cooked, set it up and waited for the other, wouldn't have traded that look on Nomad's face for much else. A card and a few more paper flowers, even if he felt even more ridiculous as he handed them over.

Dinner finishes with conversation and soon after, they're doing dishes. There's not much to clean up since he had time to do that before the other came back, but soon enough he's looking over to the other from his spot at the sink. He washes his hands, turns around to face the other.

"So what'd you think of dinner?" A smile. "I-- kind of fought with the stove while I made it, I won't lie about that."

Little Miss Sunshine comes a'calling...

2012-02-23T03:43:55Z

Who: Fujitits & Fluffy
When: Sometime before canon swap week, early morning
Where: Apartment 1206
Summary: Fujino surprises Bakura with a visit.
Rating: ... will edit in as needed.
Warnings: Same.

Despite his initial misgivings about moving out of F1 and into the new housing units, Bakura was (grudgingly) glad that Fujino had convinced him to try it out. Though to be honest, after spending the last few months in an otherwise full suite of people, having a whole apartment to himself was taking more adjusting than he had been expecting. Sure there were the occasional bump and rattle from downstairs, but being in a corner unit and the second floor eliminated a lot of the ambient noise from the other residents -- especially in the early mornings like it was now.

Smothering a yawn with one hand, he climbed out of bed and shuffled towards the kitchen before remembering that he'd attempted to make coffee the night before and unfortunately, managed to set the machine on fire. (He firmly maintained this was not his fault -- his host hadn't even owned a coffee machine, so he'd never inherited memories to work one!) He'd dumped it in the sink and left it there overnight, and this morning it was just a soggy mess that was in no shape to produce anything.

"Shesmu take it all..." he groaned, thunking his forehead down on the table.

Such a beautiful mess

2012-02-23T00:19:24Z

Who: Kate Bishop and Tommy Shepherd
When: Wednesday
Where: Their apartment
Summary: Following Billy's death, Tommy has been scarce around the apartment; Kate can't deal with losing a friend and watching her boyfriend push her away.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yelling, crying, sadness, grieving, Tommy.

He's been out of the apartment all week.

Ever since that night, he hasn't been around much, just slipping in once in a while to fetch his toothbrush and little things like that; so far he's been lucky and has avoided nearly everyone who might have wanted to try and console him, especially Kate. He knows it's not the right way to handle things, they're adults and they're supposed to talk about the things that bother them and hurt them, but... He can't talk about it. Billy is gone, and it's like half of Tommy's soul is gone with him. It hurts worse than losing his mother, hurts even worse than losing his father... His brother had always been there, and now he just. Wasn't.

Kate and Luna are the only family he has left, but he can't face them. It hurts too much and he doesn't know how to make it stop, other than to distance himself again, to retreat into that surly, skulking boy with no family, no friends, just the four walls of a cell and pain.

He's hoping to get lucky again, slipping quietly into their apartment. Tommy needs a change of clothes, and he's hoping he can slip off again, back to Billy's old room in F1, where no one will find him.

Dinner with the Barnes'

2012-02-22T05:31:11Z

Who: Nat, Bucky, Yukina, BittyTimo, Accel if he wants.
When: Backdated to Wish Week Thursday
Where: Apartment 3208 Barnes central
Summary: The Barnes family dinner
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cuteness, horrible, awful cuteness

"Hun, could you get that roast of out of the oven for me?" She was elbow deep in a bowl mashing potatoes to get the lumps out of them completely. Bucky was shooed out of the kitchen earlier, under strict orders he was to relax unless she needed him. Well she needed him now, that roast would need to cool before it could be carved, letting it cool covered would retain all the juices. Just like a good roast should.

She glanced up at the clock, the kids should be arriving shortly, at least Yukina said she would be there and Timothy of course. He'd make a face as soon as he saw the carrots and onions that were soaking up the juices in the bottom of the roast pan. Timothy never did care for his vegetables. But she knew his eyes would shine for a slice of chocolate cake after dinner.

It was going to be nice having everyone together for a change.

Sounds like dinner.

2012-02-22T04:52:24Z

Who: Peggy Carter, Kenzi, (possibly Howard Stark later)
When: Monday Night
Where: Hallways and places
Summary: Kenzi's usual blood donors are out of commission. She's put off feeding too long, and Peggy's in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, vampirism, language, bites

With so many of her friends gone, turned into ponies, and trying to kill her... Kenzi was running out of options. She wasn't sure who she could trust anymore and she was getting really, really hungry.

The apartment was getting too cramped. She needed to get out of there. A walk to clear her head, of course, that was clearly the best course of action to take.

She slipped out the door quietly and headed out to wander the station. She could handle this! She could keep the hunger in check. Asking for help just wasn't her style... but neither was randomly attacking innocent fellow-subjects. She'd just have to find something to take her mind off of it...

Her footsteps were soundless. She had to concentrate on making noise just to make sure people knew she was there. If they didn't hear her coming, it could end horribly for everyone.

Did I dream this belief? Or did I believe this dream?

2012-02-22T03:11:40Z

Who: Peggy, guest appearance by ghosts of her past and Howard Stark
When: Just before reset, end of wish week.
Where: Peggy's and Howard's apartment
Summary: Peggy uses the Cosmic Cube one last time, to say goodbye.
Rating: PG-13 passing imagery of war, emotional upheaval.
Warnings: Grief, pain, Howard being a total gentleman and a true friend.
Closed

All those who had taken her up on her offer had come and gone. Some happy for a glimpse of loved ones, other left with tears. But each and everyone of them had at least had that chance, she felt like she offered something, she'd given something to those others who were stranded here with herself. If was a comfort for her and kept her from being able to hole up the entire week for what she was about to do.

The glowing cube pulsed slightly in her hands, it's power mystic and scientific and multiversal all at once. What she held in her hands was the key to creation and destruction, order and chaos. This was a cornerstone of reality, in the hands of a simple mortal.

Peggy had spent forty minutes curling and pinning her hair, her nails shined with a perfect coat of red lacquer that matched her meticulously colored lips. Steve wouldn't see her of course, but this was important. She was, if she allowed herself the complement, stunning. Red dress conformed to her in a way that made it inescapably clear that she was a woman of beauty in design. She dressed for the occasion, a night she'd be the only one to appreciate.

The cube rested in those lovely hands, silent and waiting for her command. She'd waited long enough to give it. Soft brow eyes were hidden under slowly dropping lids, dark lashes brushed her cheeks as she tuned her mind to one figure in particular. Her minds eye solidified the image and she gasped in spite of herself.

The shimmering wall took a mirror like solidity, then the mirror faded to a thin, gawky man in a too big helmet. At the time she hadn't realized he'd looked at her, or the weight of his gaze following her, but she saw it now. Steve Rogers, he wasn't much to look at to be sure, but that wasn't why he'd been chosen. Peggy smiled at the image, it blurred and moved ahead. Steve proving his intelligence in securing the flag challenge issued by the drill sergeant.

She saw his expression as she'd turned to speak to him, his wide smile and nervous short answers. He seemed completely out of his element with her, even though he showed more and more of a desire to be so. Again the image progressed forward, the skinny man throwing himself on a grenade to protect others from danger, proving the hero was not defined by his stature She remembered the discussion with Dr Erskine after that incident, she thoroughly agreed with him, Steve was the only logical choice. He deserved the chance, the others would make it into the field anyway, Steve would have been sent home. As worthy as all the rest might be, Steve was the only one with the heart to do what the program asked for.

She skimmed through images, his transformation, her own reaction to that first sight of him once again stopping her heart and stealing her breath. Was it shallow that she reacted to him physically? She had liked him well enough before, but after... there was something more there. The right partner indeed.

She knew the images that played on, and for the next few hours she replayed the short time she'd had, right up to the conversation that ended things. She was in tears by the time his voice faded away, only this time she saw him. His white knuckled grip on the flight controls, his eyes wide with fear but not relenting to it. They flickered to her picture she could see the pain in his features as he spoke. He had wanted to come back to her, truly. What he did, he'd done for the world, but in his mind it had been for her.

"Steve!" She fell to her knees, the cube tumbled from her hands but retained enough of her command to remain active on her wish. The portal shifted again, Steve woke in a room. He was alive. The back of her hand rose to her mouth, tear filled eyes locked onto the face that bore no injury or scar. He rose looking as though he was bothered by something. Peggy watched with rapt attention as a woman entered the room, and then all hell broke lose. The fight, the escape...and then the street. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen. The New York she knew was covered in light and pictures that made no immediate sense to her. Noise, people... everything shocked her as much as Steve.

"I had a date." He hadn't forgotten her, he hadn't aged a day but he was separated from her but decades. It wasn't fair. To a woman who knew better the idea of being shocked by it was ridiculous. But how else could she react? He wasn't dead, he went on long after she'd died.

You could bring him here.

Peggy blinked, her head jerked up at the voice, but it was not external, those words slithered through her mind with a desperate appeal.

Your Steve, the man who loves you. He could be here, all you have to do is will it.

Peggy looked to the Cube, it pulsed softly, as though it was the most innocent item in the world. As though it wasn't teasing tendrils of thought through her mind. Steve could be here, she could have him with her. "No." She couldn't bring him here, it would be cruel.

More cruel than leaving you?

"He never meant to do that, it was the only choice he had. He sacrificed himself to save the world." She was arguing with the Cube, not a good sign. The Comic Cubes had strong influence, and the longer they were used the more they developed their own personality, their own desires. Their own agendas.

You want him, he wanted you. Why shouldn't you bring him to you?

"He has been here, no one should be brought here if they don't have to be! I won't hurt him like that! I won't hurt those who have lost him before! I..." You love him.

"Yes." It was a quiet confirmation, a pained whisper. "I love him, but... I have to let him go." The realization hit her and drew fresh tears. Shakily she pulled herself to her feet, the cube brought to her in a smooth movement as she rose. Warm brown eyes fell over pale blue, that handsome strong jaw, the set of his chin, the determination of his bearing. He would go on, he would be an inspiration to his country and the world. He would be Captain America. And she had no further place in his story.

"Good bye Steve." Her words were choked, hard to utter from a throat tight with emotion. His eyes flickered as though he might have heard her, turning toward her with his brows raising. Peggy willed the cube away. It fought and shuddered in her hands, but ultimately it could not resist the will of it's bearer. The cube, and the window it created faded to nothingness.

Later ...

Peggy curled into a corner of her room, knees drawn up and her face buried in them as she wept. She'd said her goodbye and now was the time to grieve.

Reality is a lovely place--

2012-02-21T07:16:34Z

Who: Roxas and Molly
When: Sunday evening
Where: Roxas' "apartment" which is really just some random empty one he thinks he lives in
Summary: Roxas has made dinner and invited Molly over for it in a strange world where he can actually (mostly) cook.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: fluff, sad Nobody sads from a DIFFERENT PERSON, Roxas being a Brit and cooking that is only mostly good

Roxas isn't a terribly good cook. He can make toast, and he can make cereal which is obviously an accomplishment, and he can boil water and heat up sauce which is why he's terribly proud when he manages to do both without destroying anything. The noodles aren't even sticking together and the sauce (from a jar, but who cares about nuances like that) is not cold or boiling hot, and Roxas has even managed to toast some bread in the oven (he still thinks it's a pity he can't just order a Chinese but such things were foregone when he left London to begin with, after all.)

Now he just waits for Molly in a shirt which is not white, because spaghetti sauce and white shirts and Roxas' penchant for clumsiness do not get along very well at all. The apartment itself is still sparse: he hasn't had much of a chance to move in. At least dinner messily on the counter makes it look a bit more homey than usual.

on rainy days, on sunny days (CLOSED)

2012-02-19T23:03:51Z

Who: Davesprite and Jade
When: Last Saturday
Where: Homestuck House
Summary: Thanks to his and Jade's wishes respectively, Davesprite is human and very happy.
Rating: PG-13ish? idk
Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness, creepily happy human!sprites

[Davesprite - well, the sprite part doesn't really apply anymore, does it? - is happy. More than happy, really. Practically ecstatic! So of course he wants to share it with Jade, because Jade is the person he cares about the most.

He hasn't been around the house they've claimed that much - he'd felt too sad and guilty earlier - but it's fairly easy to locate the room Jade's staying in. Knock, knock!]

it's empty in the valley of your heart (OPEN)

2012-02-19T20:24:13Z

WHO: Timothy Cabot (bridalgownwings) and [OTA].
WHEN: Sunday, February 19th | all day and night.
WHERE: Throughout ALPHA OMEGA. Primarily LEVEL FOUR: housing level.
SUMMARY: Feeling devastated at the loss of a fellow teammate, Timothy spends his day training around the levels of the facility, attempting to get his mind off of things.
RATING: TBA.
NOTE(S): For the canon swap Timothy has be moved into the marvel verse as the Nomad. His new history can be located h e r e along with his new attire (rough draft) h e r e which he is only wearing bits current of to prevent giving away his alias. His hairstyle has changed and looks like t h i s. Long story short: he works alongside the Captain America of his time as his protege (bucky barnes) while remaining companions with the Young Avengers recruited via the fail safe through thick and thin.

[There was no wind here, nothing natural to feel but he had long become accustomed to the feeling. The only sensation he could feel of the breeze was when he leapt from rooftop to rooftop and scaled the sides of buildings that his attire allowed him to cling to far easier than it had when he was training for parkour in civilian attire. Without weapons to use and simply just his outfit of the Nomad he was content doing as he wished and though he was dressed down to the basics to prevent detection of who his alias was, some pieces remained to make things easier.

He needed to get away from it all, away from people and away from the knowledge that one of his teammates, his family was gone from this place, was dead in the sense of things since it had all been revealed and quietly he felt this was the only way that he could handle it. Exerting energy, reminding himself of what he was used too of what he was meant to be doing, of what it would be like back home. It was the best he could do to honor the other and his loss and at the same time keep to himself in which he was not sure he was ready to face the other members of his team.

Releasing from the side of an apartment building with a singular exhale he sailed downward towards the lower level, closing his eyes. This could at least allow him to forget, somehow.]

the best wwrigglin day party evver

2012-02-19T04:42:33Z

Who: Eridan Ampora and anyone coming to his party! So it's pretty much open to everyone.
When: Saturday evening/night/whenever before reset
Where: F2 rec room
Summary: It's Eridan's wriggling day (and Feferi's too!), so obviously this means everyone needs to throw a party for him - and with his wish of everyone wanting him this week, who wouldn't want to take part? Go ahead and just start your own threads for mingling things since that seems easiest to me. c:
Rating: PG13-ish? Who knows.
Warnings: Um. Language? Fighting? Makeouts? Just the general troll warnings I guess. :|b

[so hey hope you guys all like pool parties, because that's what's happening here. the rec room has been nice and decorated courtesy of John, and Eridan did actually bother collecting various refreshments of whatever sort he felt like, so there's at least something to eat if you don't want to enjoy his presence. but who wouldn't? feel free to enjoy yourselves however you like, but if you come you'd better have a present for him or he will be so pissed.]

You've got to be mine, all mine

2012-02-18T22:33:20Z

Who: Mindy Macready and You!
Where: Saturday evening somewhere in F1
Summary: Mindy was granted all the powers that the ninja Naruto has for her wish. She was not, however, warned about just how hard it was to control the creature residing inside her, and one emotional slip later, Kyuubi the nine-tailed fox has started taking control. This is a log for the fight between it and the people trying to seal it and bring it under control, all while trying to make sure that a young girl isn't killed in the cross-fire.
Rating: PG-13 - R for probable violence

Shikamaru had warned her it would be dangerous for her to lose control of the thing sealed into the tattoo on her stomach. She'd tried her hardest, honest, but she hadn't expected to lose someone as close to her as Milla. She hadn't expected to read a note telling her that she'd loved her, and now she was gone.

She'd loved her. The last person who'd said that to her was daddy, and he was gone too. The thing had crept into her, the little subtle glow of power building up around her, lending strength to her rage.

Shikamaru hadn't told her how much it would hurt, either. When the fox began to stir inside her, Mindy felt the nerves in her fingers and teeth scream as they were twisted into something bestial, the last pieces of control she'd been trying to hang onto slipping away as she screamed. The beast was howling inside her, the world was tinted with its crimson glow. She couldn't control herself, she wouldn't, and always, at the back of her mind, the little manual of techniques Val had so conveniently left for her listed off ways she could bend its power, cause more destruction than she ever could have when she was without it.

I've got time to think about the beauty of a thousand variations

2012-02-18T02:32:56Z

Who: Wally West and you!
When: Backdated to Wednesday (2/15), but if you want it to be a different day after, I'm for it, just mention it in the header.
Where: All over the station--except for the incinerator room.
Summary: What does a young speedster do when he's bored? Everything he can. He's got the time.
Rating: PG-13-ish at the most
Warnings: Wally's pheromones could kick in and so might his mouth. See him put his foot in it.

He's bored out of his mind and without the yellow-and-red of his Kid Flash costume, he's doing what normal people do and walking. He also has been through the entire station a few times, but it's different to do it now like this, taking it slow. He thinks it might just be slowly driving him crazy and it's only been a few days.

With everything that's happened, he isn't sure how many of the people he already knows he wants to talk to. So instead he needs a different way to pass the time. He needs to get his head on straight. Maybe find a project or two.

Best distraction? Find people to chat up--or some lovely ladies to get to know. What could go wrong with that kind of plan?

The Great Cake Escapade

2012-02-17T19:54:51Z

Who: Open to everyone
Where: The cafeteria
When: Friday afternoon
Summary: It's time for the Facility's first cake baking/devouring gala. At last, the Facility has a wholesome group activity.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Gluttony

We're going to have a TV party, all right (tonight)

2012-02-17T13:34:20Z

Who: Chie and youu- Open
When: Thursday Afternoon.
Where: Chie's apartment; her living room.
Summary: Chie offered up her apartment for a kung-fu movie night. Silliness ensues.
Rating: PG-13+
Warnings: Kung fu movies, mentioned violence, cliche movie plots, popcorn fights, silliness and thread jacking. (Aka, ya'll go nuts and thread jack to your hearts content)

Chie browsed through her DVD collection, finger tips moving across the smooth surfaces of the box. She pursing her lips as she squinted at the cases, not sure just where to start. She had amassed a large collection over the years, due to her parents indulgence on occasion alongside her own stubbornness to have every Kung-fu DVD she possibly could get her hands on. It left her well know to the Junes employees when it came to super cheap DVD's with even the mention of kung-fu on the box.

It meant most people were surprised when seeing the fact she had a little bit of everything when it came to martial arts movies.

Eventually she settled on plucking up a box with a man and woman battling it out on the box cover. This seemed like a good choice to start off with. Not too many odd things really happened in the movie.

Well, not much besides a house eating someone. Chie figured that'd be forgiven for the action that followed it up.

Chie's left her apartment door open, feel free to enter.

you're never gonna smile with the way that you are

2012-02-17T02:01:05Z

Who: Misaka #9982 and Misaka #10032
When: Thursday night
Where: their apartment
Summary: 9982 still believes that when you like someone, you have to marry them. 10032 has learned this is not the case. Not to mention 9982 has emotions and 10032 doesn't. Awkward clone drama occurs and it becomes apparent that Misakas suck at having feelings.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Selfcest/incest implications but not really because 9982 doesn't get that marriage is a romantic thing and...nevermind.

It was concerning to 9982 that little progress had been made towards planning her wedding. She was already disappointed that after asking half the facility to marry her, only 10032 agreed. At least now she could add rejection and anxiety to her mental list of emotions and how they work.

But she was cautious to confront 10032 about why she had been so quiet the past few days. She seemed distant, which wasn't strange considering the complete stoicism she had been inflicted with as part of her deal with Val, but she also seemed completely disinterested in the subject when she previously was willing to go along with it. Maybe the friends she invited declined. Or was she genuinely not interested in the wedding anymore?

On Thursday night, she finally got tired of waiting for 10032 to talk to her about the situation and bring it up herself.

”'What is this status of our wedding plans?' Misaka asks as she thought you were going to handle the planning.”

When television is good, nothing is better.

2012-02-16T18:07:31Z

Who: Apollo and anyone
When: Thursday night
Where: Apartment 3207
Summary: Apollo decides he wants some pleasant company to watch terrible TV with and hosts a little get-together.
Rating: PG13? Idk
Warnings: Terrible TV, making fun of said terrible TV, possibly language, ridiculous shit.

[The living room is cleared out except for the large L-shaped couch, an ottoman, an armchair, and the large-screen TV that was part of Apollo's wish. There are a few pillows scattered on the carpeted floor, and it's generally pretty cozy, everything arranged in a semicircle to provide a good view of the screen. He's put out some chips and pretzels, but otherwise he hasn't gone to too much trouble; things are pretty casual, the way it should be for a "make fun of stupid shit on TV" party. You'll find Apollo likely lounging on the couch with the remote, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, waiting to see if anyone comes.]

ooc: Dis be a mingle log. Threadjacking and all that is encouraged. Drop-ins welcome.

I don't have any song lyrics or icons

2012-02-16T03:31:14Z

Who: Matthew and Lucas
When: Valentine's Night
Where: Apartment 4110.
Summary: Some stupid crap. Kissing, I guess. Dinner?? and somebody's gettin' their butt poked.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing, we're gonna fade to black for the butt-poking, promise

Matthew had left the apartment at Lucas's insistence, but there really isn't much to do: or at least, not much that he feels like doing. He's spent a good two hours floating around the station, getting acquainted with their new home, and now he's just anxious, wanting to go back to the apartment and settle down. It's obvious that Lucas is doing something, but Matthew has no idea what it could possibly be. He can't cook, after all. And besides, Matthew had already taken care of that. It's keeping warm in the oven...isn't it?

He hopes.

Getting a little too anxious for his tastes, Matthew decides that he's going home, whether or not Lucas likes it. Whatever he's doing is still going to be a surprise. And if it is cooking, at least there will be less of a chance of him burning the entire apartment complex down if Matthew is there.

Party time!

2012-02-15T14:43:46Z

Who: Everyone and especially Kairi!
When: Wednesday evening, right at sunset
Where: Level four, the park and pool areas but sure to spread
Summary: Kairi wished for a huge party and Val intends to deliver.
Rating: R is always a safe bet with this crowd
Warnings: Drinking, partying, failed pick up lines, bad dancing, robot bouncers

[As the sun set on level four, Val dimmed the lights through out the level so that it would seem that night had fallen. Lights were hung around the park and the pool was lit up. Tiki torches were scattered about. The bots had been working all day to set up tables with food and decorations, making the scene feel like a summer party rather than a section of a space station. The smell of barbecue starts to waft through the level. One of the bots is manning a bar. Music is playing, bouncing dance music to go with the style and atmosphere of the party. There's an area for dancing, if anyone wants to try, or they can lay out and look at the billions of stars projected from the windows onto the ceiling, or they can hop into the pool and jacuzzi that's waiting for them.]

When you comin' home son?

2012-02-15T04:45:04Z

Who: Sasha Nein-Riggs truepsychictale and his Dad.
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Sasha's apartment
Summary: Sasha and his father encounter someone they thought they might never see again. The other.
Rating: pg-13, language? Mantears maybe? Depressive Germanics?
Warnings:

It was nice to see all the people getting their wishes, even though some had turned out very, very twisted or just plain odd, like the coffee Jacuzzi, but he…he didn’t get anything. Maybe he was so perfectly happy now that he was out of the facility and was pretty much just a test rat. Being a test subject was a lot easier when you could eat something besides a nutrient bar and knowing a demon had your soul once you died. But now- now he had his soul back and he could eat things…like meat. He had grabbed some more while he was out so he could start stocking up on things for Eridan and Feferi to have a birthday party.

He opened the door to the apartment, Eddie had finished it barely in time for reset and Sasha had been enjoying it, he barely paid attention as he walked to the kitchen to put up the food then headed to the living room.

The living room, unexpectedly enough, was occupied by a large, one might almost say hulking gentleman.

This in itself was probably not an uncommon occurrence in Sasha's living room, but rather than the usual large hulking man, this one was a square-shouldered, older man with a large graying handlebar mustache.

He was currently torn between trying to look around and examine his surroundings and being incredibly awkward about having suddenly woken up in a stranger's home.

"I...I'm sorry, sir, but I seem to have become lost. Can you please tell me how I came to be here?"

Sasha paused when he looked at the man, he...looked just like his father, but so much older then the man in his memories.

He just stared for a moment before speaking. "This is the Alpha Omega station, people here are prisoners."

This was his father. He was memorizing the features, wondering who gave his father- his Vati permission to age.

"Prisoners."

He frowned, looking hard at Sasha, his expression shifting from suspicion, to disbelief, to incredulity.

"You are....but you can not be..."

His voice cracked, just slightly, a barely perceptible hitch in the low bass thrum of his voice.

"you can only be my son."

Sasha felt himself tense a little, of course, they pretty much had the same face if not the same build. He nodded, it was his father. "Ja."

Sasha Nein, always poetic. "I'm sorry you had to come here. They perform experiments on people here." he wasn't going to think about this was just a wish...