[action]

Jul. 10th, 2012 02:21 am
nomen_est_numen: (down but not out)
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[A giant bird in a fountain is a strangely tragic sight.]

[Context, first.]

[The heat has continued unrelenting, and Shen made the mistake of leaving home to pick up a few groceries. Vital stuff like rice and veggies and popcorn... and tiny marshmallows. VITAL. The entire time he's out one can tell the heat is getting to him as he drags himself down the street. A few people end up with some nice feathers. He buys said food items and heads home, feeling even worse.]

[That's when he spots the fountain. He stares at it like a man gazing at a desert mirage, swallows with a dry throat, then wobbles toward it. Puts his shopping down next to it. The mist from the water isn't enough to cool him down sufficiently and he leans ever closer. The water looks so very inviting... so cool, so fresh, so--]

[BLOOSH.]

[He's gone and fallen in. And he's too weary to climb back out again. He manages to put his head somewhere above water before he passes out.]

[And so we return to the image of a bird in a fountain. A few people linger around the sight, unsure of what to do. Someone's called the police but it'll take a while. A few others are fishing stray feathers out of the water. Folks are taking pictures.]

[What do you do?]

[Video]

Jul. 5th, 2012 05:30 pm
mokomanjuu: (Naptime for Mokona)
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[Transmission is made from Mokona's bathroom. She's floating around in the sink with a Mokona-sized inner tube and a Mokona-sized glass of lemonade.]

Everyone's been having hard times for a while, haven't we?

Mokona thinks that everyone should do something fun, like a beach party! We can grill things to eat and swim and play games and hit watermelons with sticks. Mokona won't organize it all herself, because Mokona's too lazy and too small to carry a lot of watermelons, but Mokona will "get it rolling"!

...Those big crab monsters like to come up to the beach sometimes, so someone will have to make sure they stay far away. Or make sure that the ones who don't stay far away end up on the grill. They do that at some of the seaside restaurants. They taste good.
nomen_est_numen: (shen loves his pointies)
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[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...]
notfunnyifyouexplainit: (Default)
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[[Video]]

Well I can see why those Superjocks get too big for their panties...

[Joker grins from ear to ear]

So how's the city? Enjoying the fun new You. I know I am! Just don't lose your head over it!

Mehwehahahaha HA HA HA!

[As he cackles, his head suddenly pops off, and he catches it with his hands before setting it back - dramatically "Screwing" it back on]

Whoopsies, guess I still got a few screws loose! Anyways, I think I'll go out and paint the town red!
trustycrowbar: (You're kidding right?)
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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!))

[Action]

Jun. 28th, 2012 08:09 am
healeveryone: Another "resting among flowers" icon. (the beginning)
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[There's a man-sized caterpillar prowling around the Ermis Suites today. It's not doing much of note - mostly crawling about and munching on plants, and anyone who first encounters it from a distance will find...nothing of note. Just a big caterpillar-EVO doing regular caterpillar things.

Get too close or even just linger, however, and people may find that the world becomes a little different. A little more interesting.

Because that's when the voices start.]

(Note: Auditory hallucinations are go. Feel free to hear whatever you want!)
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[Deep inside the mysterious and cavernous depths of the labs...

Scientists frantically scribble on clipboards and walk around, trying not to bump into each other. Others hunch over pieces of machinery, tinkering with them intently. There is a frenzied air about as the smell of burnt coffee and all-nighters (which does, in fact, have a stench) permeates through the building.

What now?]
nomen_est_numen: (Default)
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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.]
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.]
nomen_est_numen: (generic icon)
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[After hearing about the monsters and witnessing Ran's pyrotechnics, Shen went on to see what all the hubbub was about. He's already encountered civilians screaming and running from horrible slime creatures and another one beating a giant bug senseless with an umbrella. In some ways, it looks like someone took 'normal day in Sirocco' and cranked it up to eleven.]

[He rounds the corner and passes a cafe with a giant hole in the wall and is nearly to the end of the block when the wave of dizziness hits him. He staggers and leans against a lamppost. Panting and nauseous, he has maybe a moment to wonder what the hell is happening to him before he blacks out.]

[Instead of falling to the sidewalk like any normal being, however, his senseless form twitches violently and, with a terrible wet cracking and a tearing of fabric, he changes, transforming into a ten-foot-tall monstrosity. Two pairs of sparse, pointy wings beat the air while a third pair curl inward, the claws at the end twitching. The feet develop foot-long talons, the legs bend unnaturally at two pairs of hips, the tail becomes a thrashing, barbed whip. Three glowing red eyes flick open and the beak opens, displaying row upon row of sharp teeth, emitting a horrific, multitoned squawk.]

[This creature that used to be Shen gouges at the sidewalk with its talons as people flee, screaming. Its wings snap outward and it takes to the air. Is it leaving the city?]

[No such luck. It folds its wings and dives, talons outstretched, into a crowd that attempts to scatter. Its shriek can be heard for nearly a mile.]

[Action]

Jun. 21st, 2012 12:25 am
mokomanjuu: (OH NO OH NO OH NO)
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[Mokona is running through the streets, screaming at the top of her lungs. It is not a playful scream. She's being pursued by a swarm of... things. They look sort of like mosquitoes and sort of like severed human heads with oozy appendages all over. They're also about the size of human heads. In other words, twice the size of Mokona. She's pretty fast, but so are they.]

Kyaa~!! Mokona's really scared! Someone come save Mokona!
myimmunesystem: (just a closeup)
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[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!)
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[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.
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.]
nomen_est_numen: (ruffled birdie)
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[video]

[Most people probably didn't even notice he'd gone missing--he doesn't socialise much, after all. At any rate there he is on the other side of your screens, looking a bit bedraggled and with a bag of ice tied to his head. He's rather annoyed, all told.]

So apparently I was knocked out by a basketball. Does anyone know how that could have happened?
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)
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[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?
faithful_kitsune: Oh I'm sorry (apologetic)
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[VIDEO]

Ah, hello! I was wondering if anybody else was having some odd memories. Only I just remembered now that I had a second... shall we say "apprentice" of sorts, but it does not truly make a lot of sense. One is a mouse, one is a cat. Surely the two would clash, would they not? Or is that just a silly myth? Oh, I simply haven't been the same since that strange device seemed to rush into me.

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