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We're not computers... [Closed]

2012-01-07T00:36:00Z

who ; Gem, Wanda, and Pietro
what ; Wand and Pietro show up at the End of Line club at Gem's behest.
where ; End of Line
when ; Jan 4th
warning(s); Probably not!

This was Gem's territory. Where she felt fully and completely in control. Music thudded around her, the workers moving about with quick efficiency. Despite having shared ownership with Eric, and having a music manager in Soundwave--this was fully her place.

Even if Castor returned, it would never be returned to his hands. She would derezz him the moment he even tried.

Dressed in her normal white suit, golden lines blazing, she motioned for the bartender to pour her three drinks. Wanda and Pietro would be there soon.

[closed]

2012-01-06T04:22:15Z

Who; Pietro and Clint. Being bros. Sort of.
What; Arrows. Arrows.
Where; Wherever Clint lives.
When; Christmas morning! aka: before all the shit hits the fan in the Avengers quadrant.
Warning(s); Eurosnobbery. Derpery. Arrows? I'VE GOT MY PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.

[Pietro got no particular enjoyment out of Christmas, neither the idea nor the execution. Generosity for generosity's sake? No. It wasn't remotely his style. But Wanda enjoyed the holiday immensely and he tended to... tolerate it for her sake.

Which is why he was knocking (at a moderate, human-ish pace) on Barton's door at nine in the morning. His expression was pretty much made of pique and disgruntlement, but he had a duffel bag (easier than wrapping paper) slung over one shoulder. Beware speedsters bearing gifts?]

work it make it do it makes us harder better faster stronger [ open ]

2012-01-05T05:03:35Z

Who; Max Guevara and anyone else awake at the hours she is.
What; Testing herself in the gym.
Where; A gym! In Residential Zone 01, let's say, it makes sense.
When; A day or so after the mistletoe shenanigans, late night/early morning.
Warning(s); Nothing I can think of, maybe mentions of her background (harsh military grade training from very young childhood).

Max doesn't sleep often, so she's found herself with a lot of time to kill since arriving on Sacrosanct. The location of the gym in her Residential Zone has been noted before, but ignored since she's just escaped a place where she was forced to push herself mentally and physically day and night and has no desire to trigger memories of Manticore when she's just been taken out of there.

At least, she hadn't been until she realized that something was off about her. It's been subtle enough that she didn't notice anything was wrong at first, but as time has gone on she's noticed that the senses she usually relies on aren't as sharp as they usually are. She'd found herself caught off-guard more times than she was comfortable with, and those incidences with the spores have made her wonder if something else is wrong.

So she's in the gym, putting herself through various tests - weight lifting, agility tests (which essentially amount to cartwheeling across a mat and are being done in lieu of having anyone to spar with), and running on the treadmill. The results of all the tests are leading her to the same conclusion: she's not as strong or fast as she should be; not anymore. Or maybe it's just not here, but either way, she doesn't like it. It scares her, as much as she'll ever admit to being scared.

After about two hours, she's slumped against the wall as she catches her breath, and her hand travels unconsciously to her chest, fingertips resting on her sweat-soaked t-shirt where a scar lies underneath. Her mind spins as she tries to figure out her next step; there's obviously not much she can do about her physical state, but she wonders if there's a way to find out if it's happened to others here without giving herself away. Because sure, there are things here that are much stranger than what she is, but keeping that a secret is the only thing she knows and she wants to hold onto it for as long as she can.

closed

2012-01-04T05:03:43Z

who; Tony Stark ironhowdoesit and Thor wouldhavewords
what; TONY BEING A BRO AND DRAGGING THOR'S USELESS ASS BACK HOME. He had a date, damnit.
where; walking between zones
when; after the throwdown with Erik and Hulk... so something late Christmas or early the day after?
warning(s); stupidity abound.

[ it's almost like a certain scene out of a certain comic after a certain civil war, only this time, Tony's walking back with a plus one. A very heavy, blonde haired blue eyed plus one, if we must be specific. He figures after his little screw up of facing the master of magnetism in a metal suit, he can repay Thor by dragging him back to hopefully finish that date of his. So there they are, staggering... along... God Thor you are way too heavy to be using Tony as a clutch.]

So what're you lifting, 200lb? 300lb?

[Open] Settling in...

2012-01-02T22:46:06Z

Who; Wanda Lehnsherr and you!
What; Running into people while exploring Sacrosanct?
Where; Any residential zone of your choice.
When; Today!
Warning(s); Probably nothing but will be updated if something crops up.

Wanda had been on Sacrosanct as little as two weeks now. After her abrupt and unexpected arrival, she had been reunited with her brother and brought mostly up to speed on the situation. All in all, she thought she'd taken a lot of it in stride. Dealing in reality like she did, it wasn't as much of a stretch to account for alternate realities to explain the wide variety of other residents on board the station, including a version of the Avengers.

What had been a bit harder to come to terms with was the presence of her father, a younger or alternate younger version of him in any case. Tthe frustration of being almost immediately greeted by her universe's version of Loki so soon after his defeat. Worse, another's claim that an alternate version of herself was crazy and had so little control of her power that she completely altered the world's reality with it, multiple times even.

Her brief foray out into the station had resulted in an embarassing loss of control involving mistletoe and Steve Rogers. Come to think of it, she still owed the man an apology of sorts, even if she hadn't been in her right mind...Still, she had taken to staying close to Pietro, not simply for his comfort, but for her own. While getting a handle on things, it helped to have the one constant in her life nearby. Of course, during the times she was left to her own devices, more and more she took herself outside. The combination of winter weather and exploring the station was too appealing to resist for long.

Dressed in a warm second-hand winter coat she'd picked up previously, Wanda was currently wandering through the various residential zones, from 9 and beyond. The newness of the station hadn't worn off yet, so everything and prospect of running into new people was what held her interest.

[OOC: Wanda is wandering all over the station for the sake of exploring and checking things out. Chances are she'll stop by anyone she happens to run across and strike up a conversation if they don't first. Please feel free to pick a location in any of the residential zones and tag in!]

[Closed] Seriously, JIGGLYPUFF?

2012-01-01T06:14:52Z

who; John Egbert (AU), Sollux Captor, and possibly Aradia Megido
what; SUPER SMASH BROTHERS COMPETITION. While drunk on NEW YEARS CHAMPAGNE.
where; Striderhaus
when; New Year's, after midnight
warning(s); Uh... teenage boys being nerds? Sollux beating John's ass with Jigglypuff?

[ John has had champagne! And has decided to make good use of the awesome Christmas present Sollux got him! No, not the keyboard, the video game.

Here, Sollux, have a John draped over your shoulder. ]

Sollux! Come play Smash Brothers with me! I am totally gonna kick your ass tonight.

singularitylogs @ 2011-12-31T22:03:00

2012-01-01T06:03:55Z

Who: Pietro and Gem.
What: Chatting about Loki. NO BIG.
Where: Starting in zone 11. It'll probably go other places from there, though.
When: Right this very second.
Warnings: none yet, but it could go into some later. Keep your eyes on this section, I'll update it if anything changes.

[He'd told her an hour, but he didn't truly have the patience for the wait. He arrived well ahead of time, scoped out the cafe, the outlying zone. He didn't quite pace a hole in the floor, but he probably could have with enough concentrated effort.

He couldn't truly say why he'd wanted to continue their conversation on the network. It was hardly more secure, not with Hypatia's eyes and ears everywhere imaginable.

Finally, he took up a position along one wall, leaning casually against it, and simply resigned himself to wait out the remaining minutes.]

in the desert you can't remember your name [open/narrative]

2012-01-01T01:57:23Z

Who: Jin Tian and potentially others
What: Jin being introspective in a desert
Where: The desert zone
When: Any time between Dec 27th and Jan 4th
Warnings: abuse triggers; references to sex; tl;dr; waxing philosophical

Cross slash. Thrust. Pole block. Up slash.

The scythe is hot in his hands, and the blade catches the false sun, flashing and glinting and casting sunbursts onto the sand. His sandaled feet hiss against the grains as he moves automatically through the pattern, with the ease of centuries of practice. It's all memorization and skill.

Blade block. Down slash moving into an up slash.

It's a combination of styles and stances, a marriage of every martial art he has encountered; everything from kendo to tai chi, from kalaripayattu to fencing. He has adapted them all for his scythe and his quick, inhuman movements. It took two centuries to formulate an actual system.

Spinning strike. Spin to cross slash.

He always feels most at home in deserts. Aside from volcanoes, which are hard to get into and harder to get out of, they are the closest the Earth ever comes to a sun-like environment. The sun, the heat, the dryness...he loves the dunes and the rock flats, the plateaus and cacti, the canyons, the lakebeds, the wind, the sandstorms. He's feeling more physically healthy than he has in months; he's been eating and sleeping. He's shirtless and still wearing his typical scarf, the better to absorb sunlight.

He's healthy, but his mind is still in turmoil. Too much has happened. Too much, ever since summer. Even out here, he can't stay focused, his mind a blur, his thoughts scattered. AM. Skyfire. The rift. Alex. Mistletoe. The star-eater machine. Ladon. Kimiko. Hypatia. Asphodel. Nifraim. Home.

Slash. Block. Thrust. Block. Slash. Slash. Slash.

Finally he overcompensates on a cross slash, and the momentum makes him stumble to one knee, the scythe almost flying out of his hand. He crouches on the top of a dune, panting, and finally sits down. He sets the scythe at his side. He draws his knees to his chest and drapes his arms over them, staring out across the dunes. The wind plucks little tendrils of sand from the tops of the dunes, keeping the desert moving, always moving.

He feels better; he really does. Much better than he did a week ago, tired, sick, not sleeping or eating. The sun and warmth, the end of the snow, the time spent alone to think and calm down, Alex's assistance with his dreams, all of that has helped immensely. His wrist is finally starting to heal, though it's still bandaged. But he still has nightmares every night; nightmare about Nifraim, about the destruction of his star, about what is happening on Earth without him, about Prague, about a needle in his neck and being weak and helpless and in pain, crawling across the volcanic landscape while AM's laughter echoed through him. He still spends most of his days hating that he hasn't made it home yet after almost a year. He worries. He worries about Earth, about his friends here, about AM and SHODAN, about star-eaters and their machines finding this place. He worries about Ladon, and how he can never tell what Ladon wants or what he's going to do.

Ladon. That's one of the main reasons he's out here. It's not just because of what happened in his apartment; it's everything. Wistala is simple; Ridley is somewhat simpler now; Ladon is impossible. He wants one thing and then another; he hates Jin, then he doesn't. He seems to be oblivious to how it's supposed to work, to how he's supposed to be Jin's superior; then he's dominating. Ladon's teeth on his neck, Ladon holding him down, Ladon hurting him, Ladon's fingers on his skin...

Jin almost liked it at first. Almost wanted it. Felt--briefly, thanks to the haze of the mistletoe--like an equal. That is new, wholly new from a dragon and unusual for the situation. In the past, with humans, the rare few times he indulged, that kind of equality was almost unheard of. Give and take. Dominant and submissive. So foreign to a dragon, but so easy for him to slip into. He has always been inferior. Lesser. Ever since Isalvarion, and Nifraim.

His injured, shackled wrist is burning from the strain, and he touches the bandages lightly. It'll heal. It'll all heal. Everything always does, eventually. Alex was right; he has all the time in the world.

He gets back to his feet, picks up his scythe and returns to his drills.

MASS TIMES ACCELERATION [OPEN]

2011-12-30T17:19:28Z

who; Nemvoy, Clu, and yourself or someone like you.
what; RACE. It started one on one, and then word got around. This is where you come in.
where; Restored, reset empty track in Zone 05.
when; Today.
warning(s); Cheating is cool, but please clear it with your fellow thread-bros. This started as a grudge match; therefore bragging rights are the only prize. Possible swearing, injury, death, and a lot of walking forward in slow motion (cool bots don't look at explosions.)
notes; Yes, this is up late; spectators are welcome. Check yourself in anywhere and let's do this thing. Please tag yourself in! Catch players by PM for additional questions.

A long drive was the best way to clear his mind. And why be selfish? After everything, Clu was out to wipe the floor with somebody, and he knew a few people who liked to go fast. Not that they would ever just take up with him in a friendly game.

There was no such thing as a friendly game.

So he made the text short and unencrypted, deliberately designed to yank some chains. One in particular. Clu knew for a certainty that Convoy hated to back down from a challenge.

Let's settle this. Z05, Track 47. You can set the victory condition, if it matters.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

If he had not miscalculated, the others would be close behind.

human after all [OPEN]

2011-12-30T00:48:37Z

who ; Soundwave & YOU.
what ; Some introspection, questioning of one's purpose, and the conclusion of revolting humanity.
where ; IRRELEVANT. HE WILL BE EVERYWHERE.
when ; Thursday afternoon
warning(s) ; Robot drama, will contain some triggers (vomit, some sexuality issues, etc.)

It's a terrible day. Every day is a terrible day, he's concluded.

Silently, he leaves their house. Soundwave briefly considered leaving for good; he can't tell if his return to Sacrosanct has been good at all for Skyfire or Shockwave. He thinks perhaps it is not.

The moment in which it all began to go downhill, he imagines, is even before he was forced into this meatsack of a body. No, before then, Megatron -- who then became Galvatron -- faced destruction. His master was destroyed, the Autobots won, and Soundwave was left to starve due to banishment of all Decepticons from Cybertron.

Humiliating.

From there, he was pulled into the City. Forced into this body. Forced to develop emotion. He found himself desperate to have his cassetticons back, but it was never to be.

It's been worse. Getting worse. Maybe it was the Marker, how it portrayed the darkly disappointed Megatron or sneering images of Starscream. Both were hardly enticing, after all, nor was the aspect that he was in a rotting body, watching himself with no control, and finding death at the hands of Clu's servant.

Maybe it was Asphodel. He thinks that's likely. Even after the Marker, Soundwave recovered. Even after the Major in the City killed him, Soundwave pulled through. Perhaps from Asphodel, it's just too much. He remembers her, her obsession, her want, the way she put something in his water and cut his hair and smelled it and touched his hip and tied him down and promised that they would make perfect children together--

His fingers scrape at a wall as he grabs for it desperately, feeling his stomach quiver. It's not a sensation he's felt often, but it's still unpleasant as his stomach rejects its contents. The memory, he finds, is somehow too much for this body. Pathetic; data never used to weigh this much on him, but it disturbs him? Causes him to fear?

Soundwave, disgusted with himself, shoves himself away from the wall and continues his pitiful stride.

Maybe he's tainted. Maybe that's why. Either way, he's hardly the soldier he used to be. Hardly the Cybertronian he was constructed as anymore.

CLOSED...

2011-12-29T17:35:32Z

who ; STEVE ROGERS AND ERIK MAGNUS-MAGNETO-LEHNSHERR. Also maybe others later?
what ; Steve done pissed off Erik. Erik done said he will hunt down Steve's teammates if the soldier doesn't show up for a meet-and-greet.
where ; SOME EMPTY CITY ZONE
when ; Right after this. ...IE early evening on Christmas.
warning(s) ; IDK. VERY POSSIBLY VIOLENCE.

He doesn't hesitate after receiving the message, just changes into civilian clothes and leaves at once, the shield resting in its halter across his back. The only pause he makes is to leave a note under Peggy's door. It's not for selfless reasons - Erik wouldn't have said an hour if he planned to start attacking people immediately, and Steve wants to get a look at the meeting place before the actual confrontation.

The civilian clothes, well. His field uniform has too much metal to be anything but a detriment.

He should talk to Stark about designing something armored without any metal for Erik to use, if things go on like this. At least he has a coat on for a bit of padding.

The location is about what he expected. Barren, which is a plus - but right in the middle of an empty city zone, metal on all sides. Steve takes a deep breath as his adrenaline starts to rise.

Probably this is going to kill him.

Steve walks the block, sidewalk to sidewalk and intersection to intersection, mentally measuring it out, taking note of all the potential weapons - his and Erik's. Then it's back to the center to lean his shield against a bench and walk to the middle of the street, unarmed, to wait.

[Closed!]

2011-12-28T22:12:35Z

who ; Vriska Serket and Davesprite
what ; Vriska finally comes clean about the nature of her oh-so-awesome chest scar. While wearing a fake moustache.
where ; Godhaus, zone R08
when ; After *this*.
warning(s) ; Swearing, dead teenagers talking about being dead, faux facial hair.

Welp. She's had a good run. But after perigees of skirting around, avoiding, and outright denying the issue, Vriska no longer has any choice.

She's dead. The permanent, not-going-to-go-away kind of dead. Back home, she is an incredibly hot but undeniably lifeless corpse. And - unfortunately - her moirail kind of needs to know about it.

BLUH.

It's going to suck. Her only hope is to get through this with as little woobery as possible! Which is why Vriska is standing in her respiteblock in a rather fetching top hat, monocle and fake moustache pilfered from one of John's pranksterly disguise kits. If the absurdity doesn't distract Davesprite from the horrors of the situation, nothing will.

FLAWLESS VRISKALOGIC, LADIES AND GENTLEGRUBS.

A quick text to Davesprite later, and she's ready to rock. There is no way that this can possibly end badly.

[Semi-Open] SadoMasoPedoRoboNecroBeastiality

2011-12-28T09:02:20Z

who ; Equius Zahhak, Karkat Vantas, and whoever else is in the trollhive and shows up (so semi-open).
what ; One sweaty highblood, one robotic replica, one (or more) unsuspecting troll(s), and some very unfortunate timing...
where ; The trollhive.
when ; Shortly after this.
warning(s) ; STRONGsmooches on inanimate robot doubles, uncomfortable situations, inevitable foul language.

Equius had been pretty quiet again. Aside from that one night of blasting music about adolescent hoofbeasts there had been hardly a peep from his room in a few days. He was only seen leaving to gather food or maybe pick up a tool or something, so the trollhive wouldn't really be out of line to think something might have happened to him.

They also would be unaware of the gift Aradia had left in his room earlier that day: Aradiabot. A faithful robotic replica he'd built what felt like ages ago. It stared lifelessly at him... Honestly the thing was kind of creepy, but not creepy enough to make the blue blood leave his room.

And yet... There was something else. Something besides the creepiness... Surely it was just the spores Aradia had left behind earlier messing with his head!

And yet... No! That was a ludicrous idea. It wasn't even alive, he was burying his feelings for her for both of their sakes! They were going to dismantle it, besides.

And yet...

Oh my~. What's that, Aradia..? You've realized how foolish you were to fall for that nerd? You want a real troll in your life, now? Oh, goodness, I could never be so forward as to suggest... What's that? You've chosen me? Of your own will, discovered your true feelings? And somehow you've grown sturdy enough that I can embrace you without harming your beautiful, delicate frame~?!

Yes.

Heck yes.

Heck fudging yes.

Completely oblivious to the outside world, Equius digs right in to the loneliest, sweatiest, most pathetic STRONGsmooch ever.

[Closed] But you're pretty when you cry

2011-12-28T03:17:52Z

who ; Toby Daye and Ladon Ceto
what ; discussing what happened between Ladon and Jin. And possibly punching.
where ; Ladon's apartment
when ; shortly after this post
warning(s) ; potential discussion of sexual abuse

Toby is giving Ladon the benefit of the doubt. Very very briefly. She's not sure what went down with him and Jin and the mistletoe, but she has some vague ideas. Still, she wants to hear what Ladon has to say about it.

And dammit if she isn't worried about the jackass despite her suspicions, based on how bad he looked.

She gets to his apartment and knocks firmly on the door. "It's Toby. Open the door."

[Open] Starts with network video

2011-12-27T22:29:30Z

who ; Lt. Scott, and anyone who wants to try out his weapons or learn to shoot one of the listed here ~~despite having a finite munition supply~~
what ; Scott got (his) H&K for Christmas from Hypanta (that's Hypatia + Santa) and he's testing it out
where ; GZ01
when ; ~ 10:31 Sacrosanct time (about 21:16 Earth time, which is what Scott's watch runs on)
warning(s) ; None. Just lots of gun talk. Especially on the Carbine, which Scott's mun can actually use.

If you're watching this on the network before you get here, you can see that Scott has taken off his wristband, left it recording video, and has it up on something. In the background is a rough incline, with jagged, grey mountains jutting into the sky at the far background, covered in spindrift. He's on a grassy hill, with small alpaca in the distance, unbothered by his little set up. You can watch him gather up many, many hay bales (after coaxing the Sacrodroids into letting him "borrow" some), setting up three long rows of the bales, and pacing himself with his feet to judge how far the rows are going back. It's taken him hours. He then places homemade metal targets that he picked from that belching junkyard a handful of paces apart from each other. They are not uniform targets; in fact, some aren't even large enough to consider shooting even a pop gun at them.

Also? He's got a thick rope strung between what looks like tiny farming homes (which apparently have no inhabitants) and somewhat smaller targets dangling from it using bits of the thick rope untwined. Why yes, he's rather good at taking from his surroundings and making things. After all, he's trained for that. Less a talent, more a skill.

So when he's all done with this, it looks like a horrible, makeshift shooting range. He then surveys his work and comes to the wristband, which is only high enough to reach his chest. He leans over slightly to talk into it.

"Hey guys, this is Lt. Scott. I've set up this homemade shooting range if anyone wants to shoot at stuff. Granted, you guys with the big energy weapons will probably destroy this thing. But feel free to come on down, anyway. See this first row? That one's 300 feet. The next row is 500 feet. And the back row is 1000. This little range here is for the Beretta I'm gonna...oh, hang on."

He bends down to pick up his handgun.

"Some of you guys seem like you're pretty unexperienced at this stuff. So if you come down here, I'll teach you how to shoot any of my firearms. See this one? This is the Beretta. This is for the little range right here. My big guns—" and he bends down to show the wristband the H&K and the Carbine—"are what you can shoot on the far away stuff."

He puts them all away, then shrugs and says, "Come here and try!" Then he shuts off the wristband, putting it back on his arm, picks up the H&K, and promptly begins shooting far afield, which scares the alpaca away.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE A MISTAKE.

2011-12-27T07:15:20Z

who ; Skyfire [Narrative]
what ; Awkward masturbation. Gluing himself to... himself.
where ; Skyfire's lab.
when ; Day after Christmas.
warning(s); LMAO WELL.

The model planes were actually a very nice thought. He'd send Eric a thank you note later, but tonight, with all the snow gone, he feels he should celebrate a bit and put them together. Carefully laying out all the pieces on the desk and meticulously gluing them together with epoxy.

Each little piece is extremely detailed, and he marvels quietly at the accuracy. An F-15 Tomcat, half-completed. He opens the tiny doors to the bomb bay to place in the tiny details.

It's quiet tonight. Nobody around to bother him.

He presses in another small grate and waits for the epoxy to dry.

It's really nice and quiet. The details are coming along nicely. It reminds him of looking at some of the seekers back home. He'd been in a relationship with one other aside from Starscream way back when, before they had met. He had been feisty, too. But in a fun way, an easygoing way. He'd definitely made interface fun, though. His smallish hands could reach spots Skyfire barely knew existed.

These models are really quite detailed. He leans back to examine his work so far. Very accurate. Running a finger along the colored plastic. He could almost imagine it being cybertronian alloy.

So detailed. And accurate.

It's. Very quiet. And he's very alone. And the whole ordeal with Soundwave comes to mind- how heated that had been. He wants that again. He wants that and Shockwave and Altman. Since when did he get so greedy? Perhaps he's making up for lost time.

So then why is he here alone right now? His fingers find the zipper of his slacks and loosen it slightly as he presses the heel of his palm down between his legs.

Soundwave is probably busy. He won't be watching. It couldn't hurt.

His hand works the fabric slowly, firmly and he leans his head back, eyes fixed on the small model plane. Eventually, he pushes his pants down part way along with his boxer shorts, taking himself in hand and stroking slowly, evenly.

It's been a while and he's been so stressed. He deserves this, he tells himself.

Just a little bit, he can indulge in humanity's pleasures.

He groans quietly to himself, but when he looks back, one of the wings is falling off the tiny plastic jet. Slowly oozing off with the not-so-dry epoxy. Quickly, he catches it, pressing it back into place, fumbling as it knocks off another small piece. It wasn't as dry as he'd thought. After a great amount of awkward fixing, it's mostly back in one piece. He sighs, and goes to finish his business.

Right- where was he? Soundwave, Shockwave and Michael all telling him how strong and brave he was. How talented a scientist-

His hand meets a bit more resistance than usual, but he's busy thinking about how nice it would be if-

And then it stops all together.

Oh no.

He tries to pull it away, but it's stuck.

His hand.

Is stuck to his genitals. With the epoxy he hadn't noticed on his fingers.

Oh.

Nuts and bolts. Frick and frack. He panics, standing abruptly and upsetting the chair, he nearly falls and braces himself against the wall. And then-

Then he can't move at all. Because his other hand is stuck to the wall.

Frag. He can't move without ripping the skin off. He looks desperately for a solution and only finds one. Carefully, he bumps his wearable against the table.

We're the children of the summer, but the winter came so fast...

2011-12-26T02:22:25Z

who ; Georgia Mason; OPEN
what ; Because things spattered with your own blood are the best Christmas gift.
where ; Outside George and Shaun's apartment in Doctorow
when ; Christmas day
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay

It's hard not to notice Georgia's Christmas present, walking up to the apartment. Whatever Hypatia did to get the van inside the building, it knocked out part of the wall and half-collapsed part of the floor. Georgia's just glad they don't have any nearby neighbors to complain - and at least this way, if Shaun shouts, she's bound to hear him through the hole where a wall used to be.

Georgia herself is sitting on the stoop outside their building, hands folded in front of her, head down. She didn't want to wander far, not with Shaun in the van with the blood, but... She had to get some air. Had to.

She still feels sick and dizzy, dreads eventually going back inside, but at least the cold air is helping to clear her head a little. It's cold enough that her fingers and face are starting to hurt, and she's glad for that too. If she hurts, she's not amplifying. They got through that and they're not doing it again and the blood spattered all over the inside of the van doesn't mean a damn thing. Sooner or later she's going to believe that.

Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards...

2011-12-26T02:05:22Z

who ; Olivia Dunham; OPEN
what ; Olivia's alone and missing her family on Christmas.
where ; Some automated diner in Kurzweil
when ; Christmas afternoon/night
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay

Olivia couldn't stay in her apartment today. Not with the Christmas tree there, reminding her what she's missing at home. At home, she'd be in New York now, with her family - or if not, promising to get to New York as soon as the latest case was over, while Astrid and Walter arranged some sort of makeshift Christmas in the lab.

Instead, she's at a booth by the window in a diner near her apartment, one of the ones that doesn't employ actual people, so she can be alone. There's a cup of coffee at her elbow, and the strange lightbox that was under the tree is sitting on the table, mostly ignored. It lights up when she turns it on, but Olivia can't figure out why, or what it's for, and she's given up on trying for now.

At the moment, she's drawing the Machine, and the man from her dreams, an image she can't get out of her head. At least it gives her something to focus on other than the holiday and all the people who aren't here.

i'm on a sentimental journey into light and sound [closed]

2011-12-25T07:40:14Z

who ; star-spangled & hawk-eyed
what ; adventuring. and most definitely not bonding.
where ; one of those jungle-type zones.
when ; a few days after the holidays.
warning(s) ; n/a.

The truth is, Clint is growing bored in this environment. Giant space station, tons of people to meet and things to do? To him it's just a sea of faces and things he can't navigate, and doesn't want to bother with. So when the opportunity arose to get away from the more populated areas and explore a bit, he jumped at the chance--even if it was the illustrious Captain who was offering that chance.

But even being grateful for the occupation didn't stop Clint from complaining loudly at every turn as they stomped through the jungle.

[ closed ]

2011-12-25T05:18:58Z

who ; Flynn and Alan
what ; Alan gets his Christmas present
where ; R12 - Tronhouse
when ; Christmas
warning(s); Tearing your characters emotions asunder is a goddamn past-time.

Alan had not given today any thought of weight of significance; skipping the task of having to explain to half of the complex what today even meant most like had something to do with it. There was a steady snowfall and good company, there wasn't any want in him by the time December 25th ticked and tocked on his holo-bracelet's display. This morning had been anymore only with more lights decorating the complex (and that was saying something, given the residents). He hadn't even taken notice of the green and gold paper wrapped package sitting below their artificially scented tree until he almost stepped on it en route to the kitchen.

The perfection in its wrappings caught his eyes well before Alan took notice it was addressed to none other then himself. He picked up, and mulled over this seemingly innocuous little box, so sure in his memory that he told the residents of the house not to bother. Yet here was this little box, so perfectly tied and wrapped.

To: Alan T. Bradley. From...no one. The tag was typed and had only his name, and nothing else to go on. That this was Sacrosanct and not safe little Earth should have triggered Alan's internal alarms right then and there, but all was silent in the house as he gathered his anonymously given gift and retreated to his room-office to open it in relative privacy. That was his second mistake.

At his desk there was no tearing at the paper with wild abandon. Alan treated it like a live bomb, or baby bird. He gingerly pealed the tape off each side of the box before slowly unfurling the shimmering paper, then he took one deep breath, and opened it.

There was an exhale, a pause.

Then Alan violently threw his gold and green gift so hard against his office door that it ricocheted with such force, it shook the and bounced back to his feet only to be kicked back again in his broken temper.

Wily sucks [Closed]

2011-12-23T04:12:00Z

who ; Joe, Forte, and maybe Gospel
what ; Joe is meeting with them to keeping his eye on the resident Wily bots
where ; Resident Zone 01
when ; Now-ish
warning(s); Forte and Joe so probably some cursing.

Joe was sitting outside one of the Kurzweil cafe's, bike leaning on it's kickstand only a few feet away and a space heater going. Sure he'd gotten some warmer clothes for the snow but, well the heaters were portable after all. He was drinking a cup of coffee, a cup of Joe if you will, was he waited for the local Wily-bots to show.

It wasn't that he didn't trust them, no Gospel had shown that they weren't very close to their Wily, and even then, their Wily wasn't as bad as his. Ok, he didn't trust them much but, it was also curiosity. They were fighters, really independent, and reminded Joe a lot of the kind of people he ran around with back home. So, for now he sat at the cafe waiting for them to show up.

Somebody hates me...

2011-12-22T05:31:32Z

who ; Harry Dresden and YOU!!
what ; Harry is so glad he came back from the dead just in time to be naked in space. SO GLAD.
where ; Garden Zone 01
when ; ...now?
warning(s); ...yeah, Harry's naked. If that doesn't bother you, then we're good.

There's a naked man in the first garden zone. He's standing with his forehead against a tree, eyes closed, muttering a long string of curses about bitchy fairy queens and angels who can't give a straight answer and his entire stupid life.

Every now and then he thumps his forehead against the tree. It hurts, in a dull, ordinary way. That's kind of reassuring. It's helping to convince him he's really alive again, not still dead and actually in hell.

He hasn't tried to turn on his wearable yet. He doesn't trust it not to blow upon his wrist, and there's no chance he's trusting the teleporter. All of which leaves him with an irradiated junkyard full of sharp objects and technology on one side and what looks like pretty massive wilderness on the other, with no plan and, possibly more importantly, no pants. Harry's had worse days, but most of those involved blood and fire and explosions.

He sighs, turns around to put his back to the tree, and finds a small group of llamas has gathered to stare at him. Harry glares at them. "What're you looking at?"

closed

2011-12-22T05:25:20Z

who ; Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter
what ; awkward flailing
where ; somewhere… discreet… in a place… idek it's vague
when ; after the hideousness of the mistletoe attack
warning(s) ; we just have a lot of feelings okay leave us alone and potential awkward is so much want

[WELL THAT SURE WAS AWKWARD. SO UNBELIEVABLY AWKWARD ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE KISSING OR MAKING OUT WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT YOUR CURRENT SIGNIFICANT OTHER however private and secret said relationship may be.]

[So Peggy is just over here somewhere, fleeing and trying to escape all of the Christmas things… which is pretty hard, but she’s doing her best and using ALL OF HER TRAINING to its fullest potential. She is taking all the empty alleys and all the unnecessary turns to avoid people and drones and mistletoe. All she has to do is get back to her room, take a shower, and that will be that.]

[This will clearly work out splendidly.]

[we don't go to ravenholm]

2011-12-21T01:24:57Z

who ; 2x Terezi combo
what ; girl talkans
where ; residential zone - stross
when ; idk, a few days after the scourge sister fanfic fiasco
warning(s); discussions of terrible things

Terezi didn't want to be back in Zone 07. Not now, not ever. But it was high time she face what happened here. It wasn't enough that she was getting help with her dreams. She needed to start moving past it all. She needed to do this for herself.

Both of her selves.

She heard the message pinpointing her twin's location. She read that message from Orange Dave (which was RUD3 4ND 1NS3NS1T1V3, J3GUS FUCK!!!), but he had a point. She needed to tell the other Terezi what happened here.

So she sent out a message and a location ping to her double and settled down on a bench near the teleporter, feet kicking idly at the ground.