Jan. 1st, 2012

[identity profile] manjuumagic.livejournal.com
Mou... Mokona was in the basement hiding and drinking! We can still have a party, but Mokona missed whatever happened! Did anybody tape it?

Mokona missed it, but it looks like nobody got hurt. That's why Mokona's calling everyone outside or in their rooms down for drinks now! It's time for a celebration~

[Those already in Tsuruya's makeshift bunker have likely been already been offered booze and/or a comforting Mokona to hold. Mokona herself was getting terribly anxious up to the crash, but hid it well up until the end, whereupon she burrowed under somebody's shirt/jacket collar and refused to come back out.]

Mokona remembered a few things while we were all waiting. Mokona had a lot of good friends she used to travel with! None of them are here, but that's okay, because Mokona has good friends here, too. Mokona has known some friends since September, and some friends for a short time, but Mokona is glad that she'll be able to make even more new friends and get to know older friends even better.

((OOC: 4% spent on part of the Apocalypse Tokyo arc, which is the other reason she flipped the fuck out.))
[identity profile] pastmesucks.livejournal.com
[AUDIO]

What in the fresh cinnamon-scented name of fuck was the point of that? Does this planet's astronomical neighborhood always do terrifying gimmicky bullshit related to your ridiculous holidays? It doesn't even fucking make sense! I broke a fucking repast platter and spilled my shitty dinner everywhere when the big shock came, so thanks for that, random sky monsters. I swear to god, I can't even find the broom in this fucking block! Apparently the theme of our imprisonment here is having to do everything the hard w--OW GODDAMMIT FUCK!

[...With no further warning, the transmission ends.]

[ACTION/PRIVATE]



[Meanwhile, fortunately(?) alone in room 321, Karkat is hunched over a pile of broken plate and cheap salad on the floor. He's cut his hand, drawing a little bit of completely normal, red blood.]

Oh fuck oh god what is this? What the fuck is this supposed to be? Is that my blood? Is that my blood? Oh god what the fuck. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? No, fucking seriously, that's not maroon, what the fuck? What's wrong with it? What's wrong with me? What...

[And suddenly, a memory is triggered. 3% spent on the nature of his mutation.

He cleans the wound immediately, carefully deals with the rest of the broken glass, and resolves never to speak of this again.]
[identity profile] totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com
Did--did anyone else remember something like that?! The...the being here and having our memories, I mean. Before getting knocked out by Clock--uh, a blue ghost in a purple cape, and then waking up like this later?

[Danny sighs and looks down for a moment.]

I don't get it, though. He's a good guy--he helped me save my friends back home! I don't understand why he'd do something like this to us. Although, I guess, I don't understand any of what's going on any more... None of this makes any sense, either what's going on here, or what happened back home!

((OOC: 2% on remembering Clockwork knocking him out before his amnesia set in. 0.4% on Sam and Tucker's ecto-acne, and Clockwork allowing him to go back in time to change it. 8.9% total memory regain. 7.1% remaining.))
[identity profile] promoteshell.livejournal.com
[ Sitting outside on a busy street is one Caren with a crudely painted sign propped up by her side:

REPENT SINNERS
FOR THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS AT HAND
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH
THE MOON BEFORE WAS JUST A REMINDER SENT FROM THE HEAVENS
DISPOSE OF ALL OF YOUR EARTHLY POSSESSIONS HERE


[ Caren herself is dressed in more revealing clothes than usual (minus the red cloth) and is without emotion on her face. Yes, she seems more focused in ringing the loud bell in her hand for attention. ]

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