trustycrowbar: (Totally within parameters)
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[Action]

[An extra-long repair stint in the Labs has meant Gordon could conveniently hide from the hot weather, but he couldn't say underground forever. His day off leads him to what USED to be JLS headquarters, the library, Sundollar Coffee, lab supply warehouse, grocery store, Sundollar Coffee again, and other parts of town. He seems to be taking the hot weather gracefully... so far. Though if that SPF 75 sunblock he picks up at the drugstore is any indication, his relationship with sunlight seems to be a little strained...]

[Video to Rex.]

Hey Rex. I just wanted to say thanks again... for everything you did during that EVO outbreak. I've got a question. The guys down there said you absorb these nanites into you when you cure something. What happens if you absorb too much of the stuff?

[Fidgety video, to Ran.]

So uh, how're you fitting in down there in the labs?
nomen_est_numen: (shen loves his pointies)
[personal profile] nomen_est_numen
[action]

[Anyone who's known Shen for more than, oh, say, thirty seconds, would never expect to see him doing what he's doing, now.

He's in a perfume store. That isn't the strange bit. The strange bit is that he's assembling shelves. He's been sweeping and assembling shelves and re-stocking merchandise all day. Y'see, someone spotted that that giant bird EVO was him--kind of hard not to, with that colour scheme--and called him out on it. And he agreed to fix whatever he could fix.

One might wonder if he's feeling well or got another blow to the head or if someone's holding his feather-conditioning powder hostage.

One could ask...]
trustycrowbar: (You're kidding right?)
[personal profile] trustycrowbar
Because everything can be solved with a Big Scientific Machine )

[...THEN, he sends a phone broadcast.]

[Video]

Huh, whaddiya know... We did it. We've sent out a signal that completely deactivated all active nanites in a twenty-mile radius! All those EVO's should now be reverting to normal! Now before anyone starts to celebrate remember that there are still damaged buildings and structures out there; make sure everyone is safe before you do anything else.

[Video to JLS]

Okay, guys. Just how bad is the damage this time around?

[Action]

[The scientists are finally leaving the Labs, tired, shambling, and even more disheveled than usual. Gordon is among them, looking exhausted and pale himself but still standing a few inches taller than his wilted counterparts. Still, if anyone needs to speak to him about this whole thing, now's the time to do it.]

((This marks the end of the EVO event, but backtagging is encouraged! Have fun beating up monsters!))
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["Delivery for Mister Shen..." A courier delivers a bizarrely-shaped package for the bird in question, who is still under observation at the Labs. This object turns out to be a Chinese lute.]

[He's festooned with sensors and still looking rather tired, but Shen finds a comfortable place to sit and stretches, cracking the knuckles... of his... feet.... That done, he picks up the lute and strikes a few chords on it, a wing pressing the frets and a foot strumming the strings. It's a somewhat contortionist style of playing, but appears to work. His playing is passable, even pleasant. His singing, on the other hand, is a bit... rusty.]

[For the next twenty minutes, Shen plucks at those strings and warbles in Chinese, his voice occasionally cracking in a truly avian keeeeOWW. Folks can understand the words, though the metaphors are pretty difficult to parse, seeing as he's probably the worst lyricist this side of the legendary Song So Poo, Court Composer for the Kantwin Dynasty.]

[Pity anyone stuck in the observation room with him.]

[EDIT: As though that weren't bad enough, he and Gordon are now singed, torn up, bruised, and twitching messes. While Shen may still be in the observation room, Gordon's in the lab at large. Oh, dear.]
third_alternative: (shit's serious // need to keep an eye ou)
[personal profile] third_alternative
WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS )

[video]

Okay, everyone stay calm! Good news, I know what's going on here with all the monsters.

Bad news, the monsters all around town--they're EVOs! I don't know how it could've happened, but there must be nanites here, inside everyone by now, probably. They don't normally do anything, but they can turn any normal person or animal or even a plant into these EVOs! They usually get turned into monsters who don't know what they're doing, but not always--it can pretty much be anything.

Long story short? If you're noticing anything new or weird about yourself now, chances are you're an EVO too.

The other good news is, I'm an EVO too--and I can cure other EVOs. I don't know if I can get every single one, or cure everyone before someone gets hurt...but that's not going to stop me from trying.

Just...whatever you do, don't kill anything--they could be your next door neighbor. And if you spot an EVO, take it down without killing it! I don't know how this started, but I'm going to put an end to it.
trustycrowbar: (Totally within parameters)
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[Video broadcast]

[Gordon fidgets slightly in front of the camera, running a hand through his hair before he even speaks. He always hated doing this.]

Attention, Sirocco. It seems some... things have been suddenly popping out of nowhere in the town. Justice League members are already mobilized and trying to fight these creatures back as soon as they appear. Others who want to fight along with them are welcome to do so, but please be advised these mutants--or whatever they are--are extremely dangerous.

But in order to really stop them, I believe it's vital to first rind out what these things ARE and where they're coming from. If they look familiar to anyone, or if you happen to find a tissue sample of a downed creature, bring it into the Labs to be studied. Then maybe we can figure out what the hell's going on around here.

[Video, to Mordin]

Hey Mordin. You wouldn't happen to know a really good biologist I could bring in to help us out in this, would you?

[Action]

[The Labs are in a productive uproar again, men in labcoats scrambling to keep up with one another. If you happen to be one of the ones bringing in a monster part--err, "sample," you'll find Gordon and a few others, willing to take it off your hands... some of the wimpier ones donning gloves and a mask first, of course.]
has_a_blog: (oh fuck)
[personal profile] has_a_blog
This is what I get for daring to mention I was bored, isn't it?

Hey Justice League, there's a bunch of giant monsters rampaging around, furiously humping buildings into rubble. This is supposed to be your thing, isn't it? Get out there and save some fleeing citizens.
myimmunesystem: (just a closeup)
[personal profile] myimmunesystem
[Video]

--Oh! Oh is THAT how it works! It has an actual "on" button... That's kind of cute.

[The voice is light, female, accented in a way that can only be described as "Ukraine by way of Mars," and sounds as though it's run through some kind of filter... Though the last part makes perfect sense when one looks at the face--or rather, mask--accompanying it. Said mask peers into the camera curiously, two eyes JUST barely visible though the refractive glass.]

Those... scientists at the Lab told me that I should call the others and introduce myself. My name is Tali... aaand I don't know much more than that.

If you're wondering about the suit, it seems I can't take it off. The environment here is "hostile" for me... though I don't remember all the details of what they told me, exactly. That was a lot of information to take in when you're running a high fever. It's not as though it's uncomfortable I guess; in fact it feels like I've always worn it.

[She lets out a small breath, respirator lighting up.] I'm rambling. They've given me room 408 of Ermis Suites... wherever that is. I'm sure I'll be getting to know a few of you very soon.

[Action]

[The top floor of Ermis Suites has rooms mostly uninhabited... with one of the empty ones now being paced about on the inside by the same blue-swathed girl as before. The strange articulation of her legs and two fingers to each tailored suit glove make it obvious that she isn't human, though other characteristics affirm that whatever she is, she's definitely female. The door is open, and she looks a little... overwhelmed.]

All this space, for just one person...?
alittleblackmagic: (Whee!)
[personal profile] alittleblackmagic
[Palom has volunteered to round up zoo animals!  .......This can only end in laughter and happiness and joy.]

[action, apartments]
[There is a knock on your door!  If you open it up, you will be met by a bright-eyed cheerful child.]

Hi!  I chased a skunk onto this floor, so you might want to not be here in a few minutes.  ...Or probably now.  Maybe you should just jump out the window.  ...Anyway, see you at dinner!

[action, city streets]
[That there is an ostrich making hideous screeching noises as it tears down the streets.  Luckily, it is obeying traffic laws and staying on the sidewalk.  What is the cause for this great alarm and uproar?  ...Probably the boy sitting on its back clinging desperately to its neck.]

I-I-I th-th-thought the g-gaaaaame w-was s'posed to b-be o-over w-when I c-c-caught yooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...........!!!!

[action, park]
[And of course, there is a juvenile elephant in the park calmly eating leaves off a tree.  Everything is better with elephants.  Just when you think maybe you should call animal control or the police or something, the intrepid great mage Palom will leap out of a patch of bushes, staff brandished.]

It's a behemoth!  Don't worry; I've got this under control!  FLAREAGA!

[action, for any animal or animal-esque characters and also Relm]
[You are minding your own business probably sipping tea or meditating or something terribly innocuous when a net bashes you in the head.]

Gotcha!  Don't struggle; you don't stand a chance against the great zookeeper Palom! 

...

Gosh, you look a lot different than the picture they gave me.  They should get better artists.
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[personal profile] third_alternative
[video]

So...anyone else here from Hong Kong? Just remembered that I used to live there--before Providence. It's kinda hazy, and I mostly only remember it from when I was there on Providence business a few years later, but it's a pretty cool city. After all, I was there, so it has to be cool. Pretty great place for food and street EVOs too.

[And, y'know, EVO gangs and manipulative backstabbing kids, but that's neither here nor there.]

That means if anyone ever needs Chinese-Spanish translations, I'm your guy. Not sure why you'd be translating that, but hey--if you need it, I can do it!

[action]

[Rex will be scarce for the rest of the day. The next several days, even. He's holed himself up in his room and is writing down all that he can remember, while he still can. About Sirocco, about home, about all the people he can remember. He doesn't know what it'll be like when he blanks out again, and he has no idea when it'll happen...but this is as close as he can get to controlling this inevitable situation, and he wants to be prepared.

When he is outside, however, he's using his smartphone to snap pictures of seemingly random things. The basketball hoop (and the balls strewn around town), some bears, the entrance to the apartment building, some trees, the barren edges of town... There doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to the subjects of his photos, but he approaches the task with a relatively unusual amount of seriousness and intense focus.]


((OOC: 0.8% on Rabble. 18.9% total memory regain. 2.1% remaining.))
stinglikeabat: (The weight of a hero's duties)
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I finally remembered the rest of what happened with that Rasputin fellow. Or most of it, at least! I'm still not entirely sure what was up with that fellow. Some sort of demon cult nonsense that got out of hand, I suppose. The important part is that he didn't get to destroy the world. Sure, he wasn't the only one trying to do it, but I'm not that worried about what's happening back home. If Yuri and the rest of them are still around, humanity's in good hands!

Shame about that big castle of his crumbling, though. It was pretty nice, aside from all the screaming oozy monsters everywhere. And that layout with all the switches... Sure, it slowed us down and all, but I can't imagine living there! It wasn't actually that nice, but it flew, so I'm giving him points for style at least.

And speaking of style, has anybody seen a crocodile lying around? It's about three meters long, not counting the tail. And it's dressed like a pirate. It's pretty hard to miss, just call me or text me if you see it around!

((OOC: The crocodile, while stuffed, is currently animate due to mysterious circumstances. It will be threadjacking and/or hanging around in goofy poses in the comments.))
trustycrowbar: (I wonder...)
[personal profile] trustycrowbar
Well, it seems Ky was right.

There's no reason in keeping it secret now. I worked for about two years at a classified, government-contracted research facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. Black Mesa. Seems it's no coincidence that I started conducting anemoi research here so quickly; that's almost exactly what I was up to over there too! Anomalous materials research! It's almost as though I walked right out of that lab, and into this one!

Now I'm starting to wonder... is that it? Is this really ALL I have to remember? 'Cuz it could be. Those monsters I recognize could've just been escaped experiments. Everything ties together. I even threw more Anemoi into the refraction-coding analyzer to make sure and all I get are a little things, minutia, friends, co-workers, locker combination, spectroscopy settings, how many times I fried the microwave in the break room, the history of the company, stupid stories about Aperture and the stunts they used to pull before they... well... nothing huge and important, anyway.

I guess I could live with this... It'd be a relief to not have anything else to remember.

[It doesn't look like a relief. In fact he seems to be staring into the far distance more than the camera. Something about this is still not sitting right with him, and it shows.]

[2% on life at Black Mesa, 1% on general lore and propaganda about Aperture Science, 1% on friends and colleagues.]
halfgod_allego: (Success!Manic)
[personal profile] halfgod_allego
[video]

[Hector holds up a cord, with a tuning fork danging from it, the handle of it look like coral, and so rough it'd probably cut open the hand of anyone who holds it too tightly]

Found this on my bed, it's mine. It seems like I have some special powers.

[He grins cockily]

This baby helps me focus, buried treasure, people trapped under the rubble, secret passages? Just let me give it a whack and I'll find them in no time flat! Don't think about yoinking it, it only works for me and me alone! I knew I'm not some ordinary person.

((1% on cavity/buried item sensing, 1% on "having a special destiny" - 5% total. Mood is Manic))
all_onis_are_true: (leave me alone)
[personal profile] all_onis_are_true
[ACTION]

*The memories had swapped back, leaving Hiroshi saddled with yet another nightmare scenario. This one made even less sense than the previous ones; he didn't even LOOK like himself. He'd swear it wasn't him at all if people weren't calling him by name, and if Takuro (damnit, Takuro, why do you keep dying) hadn't been there at all. But the monsters were there, and those little recurring details.

The bait-and-switch has left him feeling drained. He seems like he's not paying much attention to anything as a result, almost going through the motions of things more than anything else. He's beginning to wonder what sort of genocides he pulled off in a past life to deserve this sort of a situation.

Either way, even if he's trying not to act it, he is visibly depressed.*


[VIDEO]

...

No, forget it. I just...

...

Sorry. It's not important.

*He disconnects. What was THAT about?*
ridethelightning: (Suspicious)
[personal profile] ridethelightning
[Video]

[The video feed shows a very disgusted-looking Ky. Something is sitting very poorly with him.]

I know for certain that these memories can't be mine. I remember a facility, deep below the New Mexico desert...a scientific research facility. A gigantic one; odds are good that these memories contain only a fraction of what's within. And the procedures...ugh, I barely even want to talk about them.

Let me just say that scenes such as this make me glad that the United Nations in my world has banned the further pursuit of physical science. Practices such as this should be thoroughly condemned.
nomen_est_numen: (generic icon)
[personal profile] nomen_est_numen
[Action]

This morning, Joachim will have woken up to find a few things missing. Namely, his roommate's weapons and, well, his roommate.

There's no sign of a struggle, no damage to anything, no 'I quit' note, no phone wreckage. In fact, his phone is sitting quietly on the kitchen table. There is one sent message on it.

[Text, to Ran]

Ran. I'm sorry. I only wish I'd known earlier.





((OOC: Not dropping him. He's just doing what appears to happen to every resident of Sirocco at one point or another and going missing.))
the_ko_stands_for_tiger: (fuck this shit)
[personal profile] the_ko_stands_for_tiger
[ACTION]

*By now it's not particularly a secret that memories are getting mixed up. If anything, Kotetsu's marveling at the luck he's had not dealing with that situation himself. So NATURALLY, within a half hour of that thought, in comes the Doom Train! Well. Shit.

Well, no big deal, right? If he remembers something weird, it won't be hard to figure out it's not him. Just a matter of figuring out whose memory it really is. He yawns, and leans back, lounging on a couch in the Justice League Building. Might as well take a nap while he waits for it.

And then it comes. And his eyes shoot open -- and narrow.*


[ACTION 2]

*There is someone pounding on Shen's door. Hard. And angrily.*

SHEN! I'M CALLING YOU OUT, YOU MASS-MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!

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May. 29th, 2012 11:14 am
very_model_of: (Can't forget small scale consequences)
[personal profile] very_model_of
Memories not being unlocked from mind, actually downloaded into brain. Remembering things happening to other people. Only explanation. Should organize, find who has who's past.

Remember being human, fighting with electrified sword. Defeating human appearing woman with wings. A threat, enemy of mankind. Gave mercy, did not kill her, sent her into hiding. Sound familiar to anyone?
halfgod_allego: (whatthefuck)
[personal profile] halfgod_allego
[video]

[Hector had one of those literal 'catapulting out of bed' nightmares, something powerful that won't stay down, friends screaming.... It takes a while for him to work up the nerve to ask, but when he does - he tries to put on a detached air, but it's clear from the look in his eyes that he's been shaken pretty badly]

Uh - does anyone know anything about some sort of... ugly, blue creatures? That... Sorry, just. trying to. make. sense of -

[He gestured uselessly]


(Hiroshi's memories)
the_ko_stands_for_tiger: (I really dont wanna talk about it.)
[personal profile] the_ko_stands_for_tiger
[ACTION]

*He's the only one left from his world, as far as he remembers. Even Bunny's gone now. He just hopes it's true they get to go back where they came from. But...*


[VIDEO]

I feel like going out for a drink. Anybody else up for going with me? Who are legal, anyway.

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