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[Karkat, after disappearing and reappearing, is for formality's sake being reprocessed through the labs just in case his memories have been stolen again. The staff tries to go through the script and repeatedly remind him that even if he remembers Sirocco, he might not recall everything and may be disoriented. He's been repeatedly telling them to shut up and leave him alone while being jostled around.

They knew this was coming. The pressure cooker just sprung a leak. He can be heard from the apartments easily.]



OH MY FUCKING GOD GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PRIMITIVE SHITSPONGED PSEUDOSCIENTIST NOOKSNIFFING RETARDS!

I fucking know! Anemoi! Jobs! Monsters! Apartments! My name is Karkat Vantas and I'm a troll from Alternia and I had several terrible friends and was an apalling failure! My symbol means "freak of nature who should be skewered full of arrows and burned alive for being awful garbage" and my lusus loved dead things that smelled like shit! My wriggling day is the twelfth bilunar perigee of the sixth dark season's equinox! I have an extensive collection of dumb romantic comedies on my grub drive! I remember all the pointless bullshit I rememered while I was in this dump and I remember all the new and inane memories I made with the amnesiac chump asshole brigade who lives here!

[He tears a calendar off the wall and begins kind of crumpling it up a little just for effect.]

How long was I even gone, anyway?!? Should I have aged or something? Was I in stasis? I can't fucking make sense of your bizarre so-called "human earth calendars!" What even is a "month?" Like four solar sweeps? Wonderful! The more time I missed in these zany human-infested behemoth leaving-grounds the less I can claim to have witnessed of the shittiest gathering of wiggler-fucking morons in probably all universes ever!

NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKING ROOM KEY?!?
canthandleacape: (But I'm doing it anyway so there.)
[personal profile] canthandleacape
Who: Karkat Vantas, Rudolph van Richten, Rin Tezuka, Karkat Vantas, Danny Phantom, Yuta Takizawa, Karkat Vantas, Booster Gold, Mokona, Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Vriska Serket, Scrooge McDuck, Karkat Vantas, Shen, Gordon Freeman, Tsuruya, and Karkat Vantas
What: Cross-temporal real-time chatting gone horribly, horribly wrong.
When: Starting shortly before Rayquaza's appearance, thereabouts.
Where: A chat client, with some implied Danny's room

* CURRENT_carcinoGeneticist was kicked by FUTURE_carcinoGeneticist
gogoghostpowers: (Phantom: just a tad peeved)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
Is it not melting--? Okay, good.

[This is Danny, although it's a little hard to tell because he's wearing a surgical mask, thick yellow gloves over his normal gloves, an apron, and is holding what looks like an arsenal of weapons made from cleaning supplies.

On the floor and the walls of the bathroom he is currently kneeling in is something...wet, almost liquidy, but also chunky. It looks like some sort of chunky soup gone bad.

and...are those...is it full of jpeg artifacts?]


Okay, this? This stuff you're looking at on the floor right now? That's what alien vomit looks like.

And...far as I can tell right now, it's not radioactive or causing anything to melt so...that's good. It does smell really gross, though, and I think it's starting to dry hard as a rock now.

So, Karkat? Wherever you are? You seriously owe me--for spewing all over my bathroom and for freaking out on me!

...

Eeeeuuuuugh.

[Danny gingerly reaches out to turn off the feed.]
anemonsters: (Dr. Patrick Nichols)
[personal profile] anemonsters
[Well, here's an odd sight on the phone network today. It's one of the Lab's scientists, looking pretty nervous about something. You've probably seen this guy before, but maybe not, he's one of several scientists who handle anemoi and related matters--Dr. Patrick Nichols, if you're particularly good at remembering names and faces.]

Ahhh, ahahaha, um, hello! Very sorry to bother you all so suddenly like this, I know we don't usually do that, but we've got ourselves a bit of a problem up here, and, well. You lot are rather proficient at problem-solving, right? Because, ahaha, it's kind of a big one! Here, take a look for yourselves.

[He inputs a few things into the phone and a nearby computer quickly, and the feed input soon changes to one of the Lab's security cameras. Specifically, one overlooking the Lab's entrance, where a large, green, serpentine creature is curled up. After a moment, the feed switches back to the phone's camera and Dr. Nichols.]

It's right in front of the door, which means none of us can get out, and, of course, aheh, none of you can get in, so it would be to our mutual benefit if you could get rid of it. Somehow. Before we all starve to death, if you would.

((That's right, there's now a Rayquaza parked right in front of the Lab, and it's up to you guys to get rid of it. How, you ask? Good question!

INCIDENTALLY, a couple of weird, new machines have appeared in the lobby area of the Ermis Suites. But I'm sure that's just a coincidence.))
number_one_dime: (Money)
[personal profile] number_one_dime
[action]

[So have you ever wonder what it's like to have so much money you have absolutely no idea what to do with? Well now you can experience it! Since this morning due to the strange manner of things being returned - there are coins everywhere, and we mean EVERYWHERE in the Apartments. It started in Scrooge's and Jaime's room, the money pouring in up to the ceiling, and expanding outwards and just kept going and going and going.

Except for the completely full room, the entire complex is knee to waist-deep in coins and paper money with dog-faced presidents, the stairs are practically slides as well! Generally it's slow going and finding anything is going to be difficult]

Ahehehehe-ha-ha! This feels a bit more like home!

[Except somehow that old duck is swimming through this mess like a porpoise in the sea. Just... how?]


((1% on remembering he's the richest duck in the world, 1% remembering he's from scotland so 5%, also assume this gets clean up in a couple days so you don't have to play out the annoyance of too much money if you don't want. Feel thread to threadjack and threadhop))

[ACTION]

Mar. 3rd, 2012 01:17 am
hatefriendleader: (TOO ANGRY; MUST LOOK LIKE SHIT)
[personal profile] hatefriendleader
[Oh you know what he'd officially take the blue monster things over this. Karkat has no talent for not randomly experiencing misfortune in cases where misfortune happens to be amusing, and this is no exception. He has been unwillingly patrolling the hallways of the apartments pinball-style for fifteen minutes, and in a testament to the power of his superior alien whatever-trolls-have-for-lungs, he is only on his third distinct expletive.]


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

[text]

Feb. 28th, 2012 07:46 pm
82the8th: (Default)
[personal profile] 82the8th
You know, ever since I arrived here, I had a feeling that I was headed for gr8ness.
So it m8kes me very happy to find out that my memories support this!
I'm not just headed for gr8ness. It's my destiny.
In other words, guess who has the 8est ancestry ever?
Here's a hint.
I do.
It's me.
I have some 8ig shoes to fill, so I'd 8etter get 8usy.
8888)
has_a_blog: (derse dreamer)
[personal profile] has_a_blog
Alright, so I got a message for a few people from Future Dave just now. So, for all intents and purposes, I guess this message is from me.

Gordon, your future self wanted me to give you this. He said that it has sentimental value to you for some reason, and that you'd be glad to see it when you remembered it.

So, uh, Happy Birthday.

Karkat, your future self told me to tell you that you are a child molesting douchecopter who, uh...

[he holds up a piece of paper]

"Who has shame squeezers or one of those other weird troll things where his balls should be."

Your words, apparently, not mine.

To everyone else, well... he was from a doomed timeline. No one can escape a doomed timeline forever, so he was just glad that his doom came on his own terms, rather than being suffocated under a mattress in a freak accident or something retarded like that.

BAD END

Feb. 16th, 2012 10:19 pm
has_a_blog: (and thats all there is to say about that)
[personal profile] has_a_blog
[Months in the future, but not many...

It all went wrong six months ago, when Hiroshi tried to banish the oni. It didn't work as expected. In fact it did the exact opposite. The rod only effected maybe one person in ten, but that was more than enough. Each effected person had exploded, revealing a fully formed, blue, mindless killing machine. Within a week, half the city was dead or worse, the rest running for their lives. Now Sirocco is in burning ruins, with oni wandering the streets, chasing and killing anyone they come across.

The last survivors are holed up in the laboratory at the heart of the city. The oni haven't managed to find a way in quite yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Dave abruptly stands up from where he had been sitting in the corner, getting some rest.]

That's it. I give. This is a lost cause.

[ooc: Just as described, this is in the future. However, it's not the only future. This is a splinter timeline, and none of the events leading up to this are actually going to happen after the Ao Oni plot is resolved. To that end, when tagging this feel free to make up various horrible or heroic things that have happened over the last few months. The vast majority of the game's cast are probably dead or turned to Oni by this point, so if you don't tag here, it's likely you're dead.

Again, these events will not come to pass and have no effect on the game outside of this post beyond what Future Dave and Supernova remember.]

[PRIVATE]

Feb. 14th, 2012 10:49 pm
hatefriendleader: (YEAH MAYBE I SHOULD APOLOGIZE)
[personal profile] hatefriendleader
[Troll Valentine's Day is actually called Prevernal Quadrant Fulfillment Festival, but the concept is fairly recognizable. That's beside the point. Outside Room 311, a simple spade cut out of black construction paper is nailed to the door, so as to be less convenient than if it were stapled. In plain white writing, it says simply "TO VRISKA: YOU'RE THE WORST. FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR." A sappy old cliche. He can't help it, he's nervous. It's why he bothered attempting to do this anonymously, like a stupid little wiggler with a shallow schoolgrub crush on an obnoxious yet pretty peer. Also because he basically is that. This is the worst idea he's ever had. He wonders if it's too late to go back to the scene of the crime and remove it before she sees it. Fuck.]
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[personal profile] trustycrowbar
[Acton]

[Anyone who happens into the library will find a large research table along the windows completely coated in newspapers, magazines, atlases and books on local history, and sprawled in a chair before all of it is a thin, bespectacled young man in an orange sweater and faded jeans who is definitely not reading any of them at the moment. Gordon growls quietly as he plucks off his glasses and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.]

Rrrgh, dammit... Nothing. What the hell? You'd think SOMETHING would start looking familiar, but no, I may as well be reading these things in Russian or something.

[He lowers his hands and stares at the ceiling for a moment.]

...I don't speak Russian, do I? Christ, that statement's going to sound really stupid in hindsight if I do.

[A few more futile and frustrating hours later, he's out of the library and at a place where he can blow off some steam; a bar near the Ermis Apartments.]

AHAHAHAH, GOTCHA! Who's the predating subspecies NOW, bitch?! Ohohoh what's this? More of those fat fucks that blow up into a dozen little ones! Allow me to cut your gestation time short! EAT GRENADES!

[His beer sits forgotten on a nearby table while he manically fires a little plastic gun at the screen of one of those violent zombie-saturated video games that occasionally find themselves in bars. He's gleefully swearing up a storm, and it's worth mentioning that for a high-difficulty quarter-muncher it has yet to actually see a game-over screen.]
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[personal profile] theheirofbreath
[Hey, know what this city needs?

Well, neither do I. But it's probably not yet another confused newbie. Which is unfortunate, because that's what just showed up. He was given the quickie explanation, but let's face it, that raises more questions than it does answers. He was also given a room, and residents of the Ermis suites can find a boy wandering around and staring at the various room numbers until he finds his. 413, if you're curious. Pretty much everything about him screams 'nooooob.' So feel free to bother him.

Once he gets to his room, he'll be bothering all of you anyway.   He has way too many questions right now, and he's hoping to get answers to a few of them. The video feed clicks on, and anyone watching is greeted with a hopeful smile.]


Oh, neat! It does video too!

[He gives everyone a hesitant wave.]


Um... Hi!

I'm John...

[He's just now realizing how awkward introducing yourself becomes when you don't know you at all. This  is already the most confusing thing ever. Maybe. Unless he's already seen the most confusing thing ever. It's not like he'd remember it if he did. Yeah, this place is starting to give him a headache. But he'll worry about all of that later. For now, he just gives the camera an embarrassed smile and continues.]

Soo... has anyone else noticed that the explanation they give you when you get here doesn't actually explain a whole lot? Would anyone mind answering a couple of questions? Like about our memories and those thingies we're supposed to find?







hatefriendleader: (YEAH MAYBE I SHOULD APOLOGIZE)
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[VIDEO]

[Karkat's right hand is wrapped heavily in very clean bandages. Mostly, though...]

Hey, cave assholes, that PSA I promised is forthcoming, so I guess this is your advance warning of verbal decimation, etc. etc. I don't really feel like ranting about it out loud right now.

So... I know humans mostly don't know what a lusus is. It's like your absurd concept of a "human parent lusus" combined with your equally absurd concept of an "earth animal pet," I guess? I don't really know, but it's pobably a big important memory for everybody, so... I just wanna say I rememebered my lusus today.

...Yeah, there was no reason to make this public. Nevermind.

[Later...]

[TEXT; VERY PUBLIC]



ATTENTION RIN HUMAN:
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
WE WERE BASICALLY A LAUGHABLY BAD TEAM OVERALL, BUT AT LEAST MOST OF US STUCK THE FUCK TOGETHER WHEN THE AWESOME LEADER GAVE THE ORDER!
WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING
I MEAN, HOLY SHIT
IT WASN'T EVEN JUST YOURSELF YOU ALMOST GOT KILLED BY RUNNING AHEAD AND PISSING OFF THE BOSS.
IT'S LIKE A WIGGLER HATCHED OUT OF A SLURRY CONTAINING THE DNA OF COMMON SENSE, STRATEGY, SELF-PRESERVATION AND GENERAL NON-DOUCHEBAGGINESS, AND THEN YOU RITUALLY BASHED ITS LITTLE SPONGE OUT WITH A ROCK AS A SACRIFICE TO THE RETARDED MINISKIRT GODDESS.
AND THAT'S NOT EVEN ADDRESSING THE QUESTION OF YOUR MOTIVES!
WAS THAT LIKE ACTUALLY A BID TO TAKE ALL THE TREASURE FOR YOURSELF???
I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING TELL IF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SHOWING OFF OR FULL-ON LEGITIMATELY BACKSTABBING US
I'D GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT EXCEPT OH WAIT, FUCK YOU!
YOU ARE HEREBY BANNED FROM TEAM OPERATIONS OF WHICH I AM THE LEADER, AND CONSIDERING MY INCREDIBLE DISPLAY OF ACUMEN FOR THE POSITION LAST NIGHT THAT'S A PRETTY SERIOUS LOSS FOR YOU.
FUCKING DEAL WITH IT.
AS FOR EVERYBODY ELSE, YOU WERE PRETTY OBNOXIOUS BUT WE DID DECENT WORK TOGETHER SO THANKS I GUESS, WE CAN TEAM UP AGAIN SOMETIME BROS.
WHATEVER, I'M DONE HERE.
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[personal profile] has_a_blog
Okay so, I got this thing a while back.

[He pans the camera around so you can see a thing. It currently has splatters of green slime on it. Alternian Trolls can recognize it as Sopor Slime, as alchemy is the only source of the stuff in Sirocco, and someone has been making it.]

I'm not QUITE sure what it is, I think it's a device for creating things, somehow. The problem is lately I keep finding this green goo on it.

So, just alerting you of the very real possibility that there is a green slime beast loose in the city eating people.
arcadian_vampire: (SARDINES)
[personal profile] arcadian_vampire
Who: Danny, Karkat, Ky, Tohsaka, Joachim, Barnaby
What: Fighting ghosts and worse in a spooky treasure cave.
Warnings: Contains scary ghosts. If you do not like scary ghosts, do not read this log.
Rewards: 3% memories for everyone.

NAAAAA NA NA NA NA NAA NAA NAAAAA NA LOBSTERMARI DAMACYYYYYYYYYYYY
unpleasantries: (You took care of your skin)
[personal profile] unpleasantries
[This time Satori is a little less careful with the camera, because she's starting to get used to the stares and the questions on the street about the eye on her chest, so it's in full view.

The eye, although anyone who appears in the camera will likely be out of its range, stares unblinkingly into it.

No, really. No matter how long you watch it, it doesn't blink.

Ever.]


I don't suppose any of you know anything about a Palace of the Earth Spirits?

[She leaves it at that and doesn't mention why she's asking, though.]

[Action]

Jan. 14th, 2012 02:43 pm
82the8th: (Psychic dou8le reacharound)
[personal profile] 82the8th
[This isn't really a post! It's a post jumpstarter.]

[You see, Vriska just remembered about her psychic powers, and is immediately setting about testing them. What does this mean for you? It means she's going to be trying to put people to sleep.]

[Anyone, especially people Vriska knows, might suddenly feel a wave of fatigue wash over them. Or they might suddenly be out like a light. This especially happens at awkward, hilarious, or potentially dangerous moments. What is the result of this? You, the reader, can decide, and you alone. And a certain Karkat might suddenly punch himself in the face for no reason.]

[So, either play wacky narcolepsy threads out in the comments, use them for OOC plotting of wacky sleep antics, or even make your own posts????? I don't know, I'm making this up as I go along.]

[This is probably a good time to re-link Vriska's Permissions Post.]
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[personal profile] wontdieifkilled
[Video]

[Well, that was a strange memory. He'd been minding his own business, then got attacked by some blue guy wielding a red lance, thrown back into a shed, and then...he's not entirely sure.]

Hey, I've got...kind of a general question. Has anybody else out there suddenly had someone address them as "Master?"
[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.]

Final Day

Dec. 31st, 2011 11:54 pm
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The moon is officially taking up more room than the sky. The words "crash course" has never been more ideal to describe a situation. And no, seriously guys, as far as I know, the word Majora was just made up yesterday, I swear.

With a gigantic Moon of Damocles above your head... what will you do with your last ten minutes?

((Mention in bold at the top of your post what time your comment starts. Yes, something will happen at midnight. Maybe later, depending on how much attention I'm paying!))

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