Jul. 5th, 2012 05:30 pm
mokomanjuu: (Naptime for Mokona)
[personal profile] mokomanjuu
[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.


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!)
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.]
myimmunesystem: (not a problem)
[personal profile] myimmunesystem

[So a cat exploded into an enormous fanged monster in a fabric shop this afternoon.]

[The little old lady that owned the place was of course very embarrassed, right up until she got eaten. Tali, who had chosen the wrong week to investigate fabric stores--or go near anyone, really--is now running for her life in the streets as this thing with fangs and tentacles trailing with yarn chases after her.]

Ahh! Keelah, HELP!

[Unfortunately it's got twice as many legs as her, and a long reach. It wraps a tendril around her and drags her into the air by an ankle. Panicked, she prods at the hologram of her Omni-tool, countering that horrible frequency grating at her suit, and curls up to grasp it.]

[There's a jolt of strange blue electricity and an angry, horrible howl, and the tendril crackles, turns a sick shade grey and sloughs apart like diseased skin. Tali falls to the ground in a heap while the creature is dazed with pain.]

[Help her out, guys? She may not be able to do that neat trick again, and she certainly won't if she winds up as cat food.]
trustycrowbar: (Totally within parameters)
[personal profile] trustycrowbar
[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?


[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.]
life_is_megas_wonderful: (holy crap)
[personal profile] life_is_megas_wonderful
*It happens without warning. She'd just been doing her normal thing, working in the restaurant. One of the patrons had looked ill, so she went to see if he was okay -- and he'd changed then. Suddenly, what was once the kindly old man who always ordered meatloaf once a week now is a huge, slavering beast.

People are screaming. Tsuruya backs up, startled. The creature howls, and swings a terrible claw at her, and hits...


Tsuruya had reacted without thinking about it, jumping several feet away. She grabs the first thing she can find -- a plate -- and slings it at the thing. It makes a shocking degree of impact.

She could question how it is she's suddenly acting faster and stronger than she did before -- but now's not really the time, is it?*


Jun. 15th, 2012 12:40 pm
has_a_blog: (save the universe or another rap off)
[personal profile] has_a_blog
Dave was strolling along when a poorly formatted but colorful flyer caught his eye:

dance club

Is looking for a new DJ!!!!!!!

Previous DJ got lost in a shed, sense of direction a must. Previous experience a plus.

if your interested call Steve


As he stopped to look at it, a thoughtful look spread over his face.
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[personal profile] bravegreen
[Maybe it's because of the recent memory she got... Or maybe it's just her normal practice when it comes to work. At any rate, Marona is helping out with multiple jobs around town. One minute, she's leading a rhino and a pair of ferrets back to the zoo. A little later in the evening, she might be found sweeping up trash off of the streets.]

-Oh, I'm sorry! Was I in your way?
third_alternative: (oh great the fuck is this now?!)
[personal profile] third_alternative
[Today Rex has managed to fashion a basketball hoop and attach it to the side of the Ermis Suites. He has also managed to acquire a truly preposterous quantity of basketballs. He figured he'd need them after the first couple rebounded out of the city and somewhere into the forest a few miles away.]

Alright... Get in the hoop...!

[He holds his breath as he tosses the basketball. It soars through the air, touches the rim of the hoop...and rebounds! Rex groans, but then he sees the basketball simply...vanish into thin air.

Stunned, he tries again. Same results.

Again. The ball disappears like the others.

...Well. Might as well keep trying. After all, he
does have a preposterous amount of basketballs still left.]
life_is_megas_wonderful: (Nyoro-n~)
[personal profile] life_is_megas_wonderful

So I thoughts I finally had me a REAL dramatic memory, see? Like, holy moly, out of a movie or something stuff! I remembered getting stuck in a burning building, and it was really megas scary and everything! But then I thought more about it, and it had something to do with some sorta thing called a Fire Rod, and, well, call me crazy, but it all smells wrong -- and I ain't talkin' about the smoke! I don't suppose anybody knows what a Fire Rod is, do they? 'Cause I think I mighta got one 'a yours by mistake -- memories, that is! Crazy!
youngestboxer: (What... was that...?)
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...It's probably bad when you think it's weird to remember something so... so normal, huh?

Looks like my family was rich, because I remember going to our snow lodge with some friends and playing through the murder mystery. The key clue ended up being a cat - or two of them, actually. One of my friends brought his pet cat with him, and the one organizing it brought another that looked almost exactly like him. It was fun, though.

[A pause. This memory just... isn't sitting well with him.]

...In a way it was weird, though. I remember talking kind of strangely. And I don't think any of those people were Comrades like me, but somehow I was still friends with a bunch of high schoolers. That, and...

There's no way my dad would have let me have anything to do with any of the family property. So what happened...?
not_good_not_wicked: (Fuck you pal)
[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked
My childhood sucked. Paralyzed with a pet bird as my only friend? Dead parents? An arranged marriage with some wussy kid I barely knew anything about?

I sure as hell wouldn't put up with someone trying to marry me now!

[Lillith's memories.]
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[personal profile] third_alternative
My last name is Sartre. I grew up with my father Albert and my brother Erhard in Maine. He's eight years older than me and was in college and already a surgeon when he was sixteen. He'd sometimes help my dad research something in my blood. I mostly just saw him during the summers, but I saw my dad every day. He'd help me with my homework if I needed it, and sometimes had bedtime stories. I went to Cumberland Elementary School until I was eight. My teacher's name was Mrs. Scherer. Then my dad quit working as a professor at Cumberland College and we moved to Mexico so that he could continue his research there, although my brother stayed in Maine for school.

Not bad for someone who supposedly can't remember anything before the age of 15, huh? Guess this place must've done something to reset my amnesia so I could remember everything instead of stuff only after showing up at Providence!
planet_rin: (Thinking of four things at once)
[personal profile] planet_rin
I have made an incredible discovery. You might want to sit down before hearing this one. Are you sitting down? I can't tell because I am recording this, so I am going to assume you are sitting down now.

I am actually a mighty warrior.

It's true. Back at some point in the past I fought and defeated an obviously evil blonde guy. There was a lot of shouting and a lot of swords, and it was very exciting.

Must have lost my arms in battle, and became artist after. Or something. Still sorting out details.
healeveryone: Conversational smile. (it's really funny)
[personal profile] healeveryone

Does anyone want cake? I feel like making some tomorrow, but I can't eat a whole one by myself.


[Out by the side of the Ermis Suites? Then you might see Rosalia there, armed with a walking stick and a large pitcher of water, staring intently at a singed handkerchief lying in a patch of dirt.]

Hm, maybe I can make it a little bigger this time...

(2% spent on Rosalia's birthday and some headcanon-y childhood stuff.)
planet_rin: (There's a cloud)
[personal profile] planet_rin
I hope everybody is having a nice week. Last week I was kidnapped by a pirate, then rescued by a ghost. The experience would have put me off of miniature golf permanently, but I don't really think it's the game for me either way.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, thanks to whoever dealt with the whole comic book villainy thing that was happening, with the costumes and the rhyming couplet dialogue. I am okay with it not being a thing anymore.
mokomanjuu: (Leave it to Mokona!)
[personal profile] mokomanjuu
Mokona was away being kidnapped this month, but Mokona's back safe now!

Mokona got turned into a bad guy and beat up some superheroes, but they won and fixed her in the end. Did Mokona miss anything fun?


May. 9th, 2012 05:47 pm
youkai_of_the_tiger: (Soooo drunk)
[personal profile] youkai_of_the_tiger
[Time for a mingling, CR-getting post! And by that I mean DRUNKEN ANTICS.]

[On her second night in Sirocco, Shou is getting to know the populace by way of a good old-fashioned pub crawl! If you're known to frequent the drinkier parts of town, she can be found at various bars of more questionable repute (the ones that won't turn someone away for not knowing their age and looking like a teenager), laughing loudly and being drunkenly sociable and occasionally stopping to ask questions like "what's a Sex on the Beach?" to complete strangers. If you are NOT known to frequent the drinkier parts of town, you may regardless encounter a staggeringly drunk teenage girl wobbling down the street late at night, by herself, in search of new bars.]

[Encounter? Bother? Get bothered by?]
alittleblackmagic: (What?)
[personal profile] alittleblackmagic
I-I've got something to say, too!

It's really important and you all have to be paying really close attention, OK?!  I'm pretty sure no one else has said anything even close to being this important.  I guess I should apologize if it makes you faint or something, but it's not really my fault if you're so bad at taking super important information.  I mean, it's the kind of thing that you only hear once in a thousand years!  Fighting monsters or liking someone or whatever is fine, but this is absolutely, positively the number one thing anyone's going to hear today!

...Is everyone ready?

I'm not gonna repeat myself! 

OK.  Here goes!

...Wait, I need to take a deep breath.  [Hnnnnnnngghhhhhhhhhh--!!!]  OK LISTEN HERE IT COMES!



Told ya it was important!  I don't have any lame secrets to keep, but that's still better than what all of you are going on about.  Sheesh, what's wrong with you guys?  You should be more like me!  There's nothing to hide or to be ashamed of!  If you've done something or if you are something, just say it!  There's nothing wrong with any of that stuff!

My name is Palom and I'm the greatest prodigy ever!  And don't you forget it.  And I guess Relm isn't that bad even if she is a smelly stupid girl and maybe I kinda like her hat; it's not exactly the greatest thing in the world, but I ca -- ....

.........[cue banging noises as palom throws the phone away in horror]
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HEEEEEEEEY everybody! I am Tsuruya, and I come here with a list of demands! I hearby order everybody out there to give me the answers to the following megas important, life-or-death questions! You will not fail to give me these answers, because you can't not give me these answer! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And so, I demand the following out of all of you!

- Favorite color! (Green!)
- Favorite ice cream flavor! (Mine's mango!)
- Favorite animal! (I love cats!)
- Your biggest hope for the future! (I wanna be an idol, or a doctor, or an idol doctor! Hahaha!)
- Whatchya do in your free time! (Caligraphy, watching movies, and going shopping! Hooray!)
- What kinda guy or gal you'd wanna date! (I want one with a sense of humor, but with his feet firmly planted on the ground, and who listens to everything you say!)
- And finally, boxers, briefs, or none of the above? (Panties, of course! Hahahaha!)

And you are gonna tell me... NOW! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!


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