i was on my way to work when i realized i'm wasted

[capemods]

WHO: A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE
WHERE: Here, there, everywhere.
WHEN: Anytime from 6:00 PM to the wee hours of the morning; feel free to tag in with a specific time in your subject header.
SUMMARY: Chronos and Vector are failures and half the City goes apeshit!

It's been a lovely, warm, sunny day in the City, winding into a nice warm afternoon that definitely doesn't feel like the first day of Fall. As the sun gets lower and lower in the sky, however, something goes wrong. It's a very discreet malfunction, and even people in the general area probably won't notice it; what they will notice, however, are the temporal shockwaves emanating from the malfunctioning device.

Not to mention the eventual effects of those shockwaves. Is that man standing in the middle of the crosswalk with a lampshade on his head? Where did he even find a lampshade?

Comments

ALL NIGHT LONG if only to accomodate for multiple crazyfights

[deathdeals.livejournal.com]

[Shiva was actually on her way to assassinate someone when she was affected, which means that the dude she was supposed to whack has caught a lucky break!... for like the next 12 hours maybe. All she can feel is the fire of the Lazarus Pit burning the fuck out of her, and, useless as she knows it would be, she really really wants to snap somebody's neck. Her motions are relatively disoriented, given that this is, you know, her, her eyes are narrowed with pain and madness, and every so often she lifts her head up and screams.

SO YEAH she's just dinosaur-walking down the street and sometimes swiping towards people at random are you a bad enough dude to rescue the pedestrians y/n]

pretty much whenever tonight

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

The first thing Obi-Wan was truly aware of was inhaling deeply and being greeted with the smell of mushrooms. A dank, wet, cool smell from an alien planet, distantly familiar and extremely heady.

Oh no, he thought, but a half-second later that seemed so patently absurd that he simply giggled.

The world was tilted at a rakish angle, but the Force swirled around him in brilliant currents. Everything felt easier, brighter, more free; all of his anxieties and concerns dissolved like smoke, leaving him light as a feather and wonderfully giddy.

It occurred to him that Fakir should probably have a puppy. Yes. To keep him company, since the cats had more or less attached themselves to Mytho or Qui-Gon. And maybe the little girl, Duck, should have a bird for companionship--perhaps a parrot, or a chicken.

With a spring in his step (one he didn't realize was almost a stumble), he began to make his way towards the heart of all the life in the City. Someone was bound to have some pets for his children. Perhaps one of his friends had an animal or two they wouldn't mind passing on to a good home.

I'm fulfilling this hobo!Tony promise ladies and gents

[liverletdie]

[ On a dingy street corner in a slum of the city, there's a man who doesn't go there much. The original intent had been to look at a building, and figure out whether or not it would be worth it to build a new warehouse or assembly station in the neighborhood. The answer was going to be yes, before he'd been affected. Instead, he'd almost shambled off wordlessly from the people he'd been talking to. Thankfully, none followed, because they'd all heard he was a little off every now and then, and who could argue when a famous import rushed off? They thought he was going to save the world, or maybe rescue puppies, to them it didn't matter. Either he'd come back, or he'd just used his status as an excuse to dodge the bullet, figuratively speaking, of course.

So here he was, finally settled down in a place that seemed more like the home he thought he knew. He scratched at a beard that wasn't there instead of the back of his neck, and shivered against the cold that wasn't there.

At the moment, he didn't realize the tabloids were going to have a field day in the morning. ]

right at 6 'til...whenever

[satisfiedsigner]

Usually, this was about the time that Kiryu started asking whoever was around if they wanted to go get dinner or if they still had leftovers in the fridge or if Bakura could make some dinner. In fact, he was on his way over to knock on Alastair's door when the shockwaves hit.

And suddenly, this was not where he thought he'd been a moment before. And why was his hair suddenly twice as long? And why was it hard to breathe?

"Yuusei?" That came out far quieter than he'd hoped, but a quick look around proved that it wouldn't matter anyway. Yuusei wasn't here. No, he was here, just not here...

"What the hell..."

At least there seemed to be a bathroom. He had to make sure he was still himself. Cue freaking out.

fhasjdkasd I have to make dinner but HERE YOU GO

[hackeralastair]

Alastair noticed nothing, he had actually been sort of dozing on his bed after work. Late nights of hacking were catching up to him. He woke up after his nap slipped into a bizarre dream and thought he heard Kiryu, so he pried himself off the bed and stumbled out into the apartment proper, rubbing his eyes.

"...god what the hell is going on now?"

11:30 PM

[easytochop.livejournal.com]

[She had been simply walking to her apartment when Lust fell to her knees (or, in her own mind, the crackling stumps of what used to be her legs) and screamed, signifying the beginning of her particular brand of nighttime instability. Right now, however, she's past that particular memory, as well as the memories of those hours spent in the tube of... whatever it was the Riddler had put her in last summer, and she's much calmer and thinks she has her legs again, which is a plus for everyone because it means that she will not be stabbing anyone!

On the other hand, right now she thinks she's walking down the streets of Central, circa about 1900. No, for real. Everything she's seeing is essentially the City as it is in real life right now, only the details are perfectly congruent with early 20th century Amestris--except for the occasional flash of strange-looking cars out the corner of her eye, which she proceeds to entirely dismiss. After all, she has a job to do! A vague, completely nonspecific job to do.

She will be completely horrified when she wakes up next morning and sees what she has done to her scarves.]

6:00 until whenever~

[whensheloved.livejournal.com]

[She left me she left me she left me she abandoned me.

Jessie had never felt so alone in her life. Here she was, sitting inside a box full of all the memorabilia of Emily's youth. Like...a forgotten toy.

She was abandoned and her heart was breaking...if toys had a heart. She was stuck in this box, stuck in the darkness of the storage where they kept unwanted items put up to be donated. So dark...so alone...it was eating her up inside.

And she couldn't even cry. She had to remain perfectly still in case someone passed by the box.

In reality, the little lost toy isn't in a box. Instead, it's lying in the middle of the sidewalk, a permanent happy smile sculpted on its face, as still and unalive as any toy could be. The hat looks a bit messy from being on the sidewalk, but other than that, it's a pretty well-kept doll.]

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura looked up from where he was starting on preparing dinner, hair tied back and apron on. That... didn't sound good. "Kiryuu-kun?" he called, setting down the knife and heading towards the sound of his brother's voice. "What's wrong?"

6:24!

[pas-de-ducks.livejournal.com]

[Duck is just passing by, on her way home from rehearsal, when--

--hey, that's a doll on the sidewalk! A cheerful-looking doll. With red hair, just like her own.

...and, you know, Duck has only really been a normal girl since she's been here. She never had a doll at home. Sometimes she thinks it'd be nice to have one.

She bends down and picks Jessie up gently.]

Hey there. Did you get separated from somebody?

[whensheloved.livejournal.com]

[The doll, of course, doesn't respond.

But mentally, Jessie is freaking out, and she's already convinced herself that it's Emily coming to take her back home! Oh it felt so good to be held again!

The toy remains limp in the child's hands, still smiling. Feel free to notice that she has a pullstring. So in a way, she can talk.

Just...not to you. Because that would be breaking the rules.]

[satisfiedsigner]

He didn't answer, too busy staring at himself in the mirror. And touching the mirror because it's not broken and he can actually see himself clearly. And glancing at the comm in his hand every few seconds, hoping Yuusei will answer. And muttering under his breath, what the hell...

He was aware of the voices, though, and they didn't make him feel any better. They were familiar, but he was sure he'd never heard either of them before. And one of them knew who he was.

Well, of course, everyone knew who he was. In Satellite.

[pas-de-ducks.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know who left you here, but... we could be friends, if you wanted!

[Hey, the doll has a string coming out of the back. With a little ring attached to it.]

Huh?

[SHE PULLS THE STRING AND.........]

[shiromadoushi]

No answer. Well THAT wasn't good...

"Kiryuu-kun?" he tried again, hesitating at the doorway. His brother didn't look like anything was out of the ordinary, minus how he was acting.

[whensheloved.livejournal.com]

[The voice is obviously recorded, but it's as clear as day...albeit, a bit muffled due to the fact that it's coming from inside a doll and this was before speakers were made.]

Howdy! My name's Jessie!

[Perfect timing.]

[hackeralastair]

Alastair joined them a second later. "What's going on?"

[pas-de-ducks.livejournal.com]

[:O!!!]

Oh, wow! You can talk? I never--I mean, in ballet sometimes--

[pffffff oh god she's just babbling now. But still. Best. Doll. Ever.]

W-well... Jessie, I'm Duck! Let's be friends from now on, okay? I'll take you home and we can get to know each other!

[sup Jessie you're getting hugged. And your pull string is accidentally getting tugged again. She's enthusiastic okay.]

And you won't be alone like this anymore.

[satisfiedsigner]

"I don't know..." Maybe these two had just suddenly appeared here too? They didn't look weird like he did right now...and they didn't look like they were from Satellite.

"I don't..." He shook his head and tried to look a little less panicked. "How do you know my name?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura almost startled at the question, eyes going wide. "W--why wouldn't I?" he asked, mind racing. Something had happened. Something had happened to Kiryuu and he didn't--

No. No don't panic, maybe it was just... a really random question?

[notadartboard]

[Sanji was not at the club, he got his days off and spent most of this one down by the harbor watching the ships. He's on his way back home toward nightfall, mostly wrapped up in his thoughts but starting to notice odd things. Like the middle-aged guy talking to a lamppost about the chick he took to prom last night. And then the old woman asking random people if they had seen her daddy.

But really, the beautiful lady suddenly taking a swipe at him as he walked was just too much]

...o-oi! Watch where you're going!

[hackeralastair]

"Kyosuke, what's the matter?" Alastair looked concerned as well - with the rash of reports and the dictate from his new master, he couldn't be sure this wasn't related. And that did not bode well. "Are you okay?"

[satisfiedsigner]

"You're not from Satellite...and no one in the city would know, except...Security..." He looked them both over again, but they definitely didn't look like Security.

He shook his head again and reached up to cover the red mark on his face. He couldn't say there was something wrong, that would be stupid, but he could trust these guys, right? "I don't...I don't know what's going on..."

[shiromadoushi]

This wasn't happening. This wasn't--

Had to keep calm, for Kiryuu's sake, had to--

"You-- you don't remember?" he asked, voice shaking a little. Inside, part of him was raging. Something had made his brother forget. Something had made his brother forget him.

His hands had clenched tight at his sides without him realizing.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair reached out and grabbed Bakura by the shoulder, trying to keep him calm and pull him back. "Hey, easy there," he warned. "Take a deep breath. Look, Kyosuke, I don't..."

He made a face and tried again. "You sure you don't remember us? Bakura, Alastair?" He gestured to each of them in turn. "Your roommates?" He almost added your boyfriend, but he was trying not to be offended by being forgotten. "I don't know what's going on here but we're your friends."

6:03

[scarabsuited]

"HOLY-!!"

He was inclined to say weirder things had happened, but Jaime wasn't exactly sure that was altogether true. His casual flyover Times Square was suddenly and quite drastically overridden by a memory that was less bubbled up and more outright dragged and dumped front and center into mind. The roar of traffic below became the thundering of Lobo's bike, a construction crane clack the loud THWACK of a fist connecting with the side of his face.

The Blue Beetle jerked into a wild and altogether comical mid-air somersault, flailing about before automatically righting with the aid of the unaffected Scarab.

Problems?

Jaime's vision cleared, gaping at the traffic below, bewildered and gobsmacked. Hadn't he just been in Houston? What the heck was he doing in New York?

Did...Did Lobo just punch me into another timezone?

Come again?

Without another second wasted on confirmation, Jaime ordered a channel open to the "beetle cave". "Come on!" he huffed at Scarab's hesitation. Grasping straws, the AI opened a channel to the network.

Even as he spoke, Jaime wasted no time. He needed to get back to Houston fast. Brenda and Paco were there!

Within 60 seconds, he and his at-a-loss Scarab were blasting out of the City limits.

several hours in the night

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim had just been on patrol, stalking a small group of gangers to see if they were going to be buying or selling weapons tonight, and maybe trace them back to their source. Which is funny, because that's how the mess in the tiny community of Wrestling all started, for him. But the patrol is dropped in the instant when he feels an intense fear and revulsion slam through him - that thing, that huge, writhing, fleshy mass of wrong - he's lost sight of it, somehow, in the chaos of the fight. He has to find it before it kills anyone else.

He swings off through the oddly tall trees - yes, those buildings of the City are now just insanely tall trees, from Stephen's deep dark forest - in search of a crazy, thrashing pink demon.]