In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
SUMMARY: The Crabhammers declare war on the Porter and, to a lesser extent, the Imports. The battle lasts three days, is horrible in just about every way you can think of, and this is how it goes down.
FORMAT: However people wanna do it!

"There's no environment. Use your imagination. There's no fourth wall, whether it's the first time you've told this story about her life, or the sixth time."

Everything you need to know is here.

quick links to avoid crashy computers
in the fray
DAY ONE: 7:30 AM--10:00 AM (FIRST CHARGE, BROKEN TRAINS, TRAFFIC JAMS)
DAY ONE: 10:00 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, PUBLIC DISTURBANCES ELSEWHERE)
DAY ONE: 5:17 PM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, FIRES AND BOMBS ALL OVER)
DAY TWO: 1:00 AM -- 6:28 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY ENERGY DRINKS)
DAY TWO: 6:28 AM -- 12:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, PIRATING THE RADIO STATION)
DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)
DAY TWO: 7:42 PM -- DAY THREE: 12:00 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY IMPORT-HATING REINFORCEMENTS)
DAY THREE: 12:01 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, HERE COMES THE CAVALRY)
DAY THREE: 6:45 AM -- 1:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, CREATE YOUR OWN INSANE LAST-DITCH GEEK TRICKS)
DAY THREE: 1:00 PM -- 3:13 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, THE MADAGASCARIAN TWENTY-GRAND HOLDOUT)
DAY THREE: 3:13 PM ONWARD (WAR OVER. TAKE PRISONERS, MAKE FRIENDS, GET HEALED, FALL ASLEEP, ETC)

not quite in the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)

fuck the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (FORGET THE BATTLE, I HAVE HBO)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (YOU LOSERS ARE STILL FIGHTING? IT'S AMERICAN IDOL TIME!)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (IF YOU'RE ALL BUSY ELSEWHERE I'M JUST GONNA GO ROB A BANK)

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[out_of_time]

"Advance inside and keep them occupied. I'll contact you again once I've reached the bomb. Out." Jack stood up and got moving. According to the initial report, it should be near the center of the store...

"INCOMPETENT MICROBES! Destroy the Joes- er, police! THIS, I COMMAND!" Jack followed the sound of the ranting until he came up behind the enemy leader: a young man in what looked like a snake-themed outfit, standing on top of a customer service counter while yelling into a radio. The gas mask over his face fit awkwardly over his headdress, shaped like the open mouth of a cobra. Beneath him, behind the counter, was a sinister assemblage of wires and canisters. The bomb.

Jack crept up behind the Cobra leader, who was demanding to know why his forces kept falling. It was easy to approach undetected, seize him from behind, throw him to the ground, and catch him in a choke hold that rendered him unconscious in seconds. Jack put handcuffs on him, then bent over the bomb and raised his hand to his ear again. "Seras, I'm looking at the bomb. Just give me a few more minutes."

[professorlionface]

[Hank hopped to where Houston landed and picked up the van to use it as a barrier, pushing it against the advancing horde.]

You alright down there?

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston got to his feet quickly, embarrassment clear on his face. He nodded and forced a small smile.]

Yeah. Costume's more protective than it looks. How many of these guys are there?

[out_of_time]

Well, that signal sent the message loud and clear. Jack lost no time taking advantage of it. Telling the other officers to take cover, he got back in the SUV, sped down the street a ways, then turned around and roared towards the burning roadblock.

On the other side, the shooters would see a police SUV suddenly burst out of the inferno, knocking the other police cars aside, trailing smoke and flame as it charged towards them. They immediately opened fire on it, bullets leaving cracks in its windshield and dents on the hood.

Behind the car, Jack slowly emerged from the smoke, police sniper rifle in hand. He'd bailed out of the car just after it smashed through the roadblock, rolling on hot pavement and coughing as the smell of burning rubber invaded his nostrils. It had been worth it though. The hostiles had exposed their position by opening fire, and with their attention on the still-rolling SUV, they hadn't seen Jack.

Running to the side of the street, he set up the rifle on top of a parked car and then zoomed in on the puffs of white gunsmoke drifting from a fourth-floor window. He saw them- two grizzled men in hunter's camo, using civilian rifles. Sporting buddies, probably, who'd grabbed their guns when the Crabhammers gave them the opportunity to hunt Import prey. Jack put the crosshairs on left-hand man and squeezed the trigger.

The target dropped out of the window. Jack operated the bolt on his rifle, levered a new bullet into the chamber, then put his eye to the scope again. The other shooter was looking down in shock at what was next to his feet. But he hadn't dropped his weapon either. Jack saw him look back towards the street and start to raise the weapon to his shoulder. He never finished.

Jack took a moment to sweep the rest of the street, checking for more shooters, before he stood up, satisfied. Down the street, the SUV finally rolled to a stop.

[due-punishment.livejournal.com]

She had to mean the faire, the god damned faire. Frank practically growls when he replies. The incident is not one he likes to remember. He was so close to Osborn and he hadn't run him through. If only he'd been able to break whatever that damn mind screw was. "I wasn't. I was there to kill him when something messed with my head. Made me think I was the captain of his guard."

[newbvampire]

"Yes, sir!" She knew she shouldn't have sounded so excited, but she couldn't help herself. Getting to grips with these creeps just felt right somehow. Dashing out of cover Seras ran toward the store, sliding into cover just outside the door. Thankfully she didn't have to use said door as her previous fire had already smashed out a couple of windows and she easily vaulted inside through one, delivering a swift kick to the poor trooper who had been foolish enough to stay behind cover instead of falling back.

"I'm inside, sir. I'll keep the busy, don't worry."

[crusades]

As it was there were already a great deal of people clamoring to keep an eye on him, and perhaps if they were lucky a stranglehold or a raking paw too. But he was clinical in his work, tamping down on the anger that percolated hotly every time some hairy oaf with the gall to dress as those who'd caused so much pain back home in Gotham came within striking distance. He swept the feet out from under them, blinded them with bloodletting swipes to the forehead, commanded thick and billowing smoke to cloud the fracas.

A few of his attackers craned their necks as the motorcycle glided over the block and in their error quickly found themselves struck into unconsciousness as Batman cleared a landing pad for his reinforcements of one.

Open: Roaming healer

[shiromadoushi]

The sudden lack of new chaos made getting through the City to help those who had been caught in the preexisting chaos and were in need of help. A healer's job didn't stop when the fighting did, quite the opposite!

Making sure the shelter was still covered and had his phone number if an emergency popped up, Bakura got back on Trowa's motorcycle and went out looking for anyone still in need.

And a moment away from the bizarre group that had been acting as bodyguards. While he was very thankful for their help, he still felt insanely awkward around them.

[professorlionface]

[He has his shoulder braced against the van as the mob starts pushing against it, trying to flip it on top of him.]

Here, or City-wide? I counted approximately twenty-five a minute ago.

[a_relative_hero]

Let's see if I can reduce those numbers a little.

[Houston zips his way over to the other side of the bus to start pulling members of the mob away and leaving them in dumpsters and trash cans in nearby alleys.]

[professorlionface]

I'll see if I can't scare the rest off!

[Hank took the opportunity to lift the thing up and swing it around. At the very least he could look as intimidating as possible!]

[a_relative_hero]

Whoa...

[Houston stares as he watches the intimidation. A smile breaks out on his face.]

Okay, that is just awesome.

[professorlionface]

Want to see a real stunt?

[As the Crabhammers cower, Hank tosses the bus at them! The moment it leaves his hands, he's on all-fours, shooting past the retreating enemies and twisting and rolling just in time to catch the bus before it lands on them.

They gape.
He preens.
The bus creaks a bit on the edges.]

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston grins as he watches the stunt, clapping when Hank catches the bus again.]

Awesome catch!

it's no problem lmao

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Buffy. I told you to knock out this miss stuff." Being asked for her number by vampires, that was new. Oh wait, no it wasn't. In fact, it was kind of a recurring theme. Somehow, she didn't really think Aaron was interested in her that way though. "Sure, that would be..good." She's brushing some of her hair behind her ear, a little nervous.

[scarabsuited]

"Definitely not over," he replied, circumstances aside. The stream of cars swinging around the open partition was less-than steady, halted by too-eager drivers trying to not hit too-obnoxious Crabhammers getting in the way. By the time Jack called for an update, eight or nine appeared to be boxed in their own little...box. A blue forcefield, holding them aloft, was not far and stemming from Jaime's outstretched left hand, the other frantically waving cars to pay attention to what they ought to have been doing.

"I got some problem manchildren over here, but I can't carry too many more! What do you want done with them? Should I drop them off somewhere?"

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

No 'Miss'. Well, there went his preferred way of addressing women politely, but she wouldn't be the first. He'd prefer an equitable trade of information, but she is a vampire hunter, and so he'll only risk revealing information about himself to start. If another vampire invasion ever occurred, she could be useful and he never likes to be short an ally in problems that usually concern the Major.

"Of course, I will be glad to provide what information I can, within reason, about other races represented around the city. That is, if I can be certain that you won't use it in an effort to kill us all. I don't know about where you're from, but acts of genocide, even against vampires, are not tolerated in the city." There is not an ounce of humor in his voice, in fact Aaron sounds as deadly serious as he looks.

[meowminx]

She was immediately in the thick of things, dealing out blows like she hadn't been doing so since yesterday. Didn't notice how many there were.

"Long day at the office?" she directed at him, as someone stupid enough to dress like the Scarecrow got a boot to the face. Clearly not too tired to be a smartass either.

[meowminx]

That made her pause. "Shame," she finally replied. Osborn was much worse than a few acne-faced fanboys run amok.

[crusades]

"Team training weekend," he retorted dryly, a glimmer of thickly-veiled humor buoyed as the men struggle against one another in confusion amidst the smoke screen. They had a discipline problem, and as much as he would like to take them out into the wilderness for team-building survival exercises, making them all look foolish by beating them senseless was proving immediately more cathartic.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron was down on the ground, aiding in the push against the crowd. He certainly had an advantage in this situation, and he was going to use it. Crowded around him, were a few officers that had, over the last day, popped up to support him rather enthusiastically. They were all tired, but seemed to draw energy from Aaron's efforts to remain in the heart of the squad. It was probably a strange sight, Aaron wielding a riot shield and baton with his suit which was starting to wrinkle, but he refused to sit back, and Jack certainly wasn't doing anything less than all that he could.

It probably helped to scare off some of the rioters, because at some point in the push he'd lost his glasses, and his eyes showed green from his exhaustion and overexertion.

[out_of_time]

Trusting Seras to her word and her work, Jack focused all his attention on the bomb. It didn't look too advanced, but it was clearly powerful. The really difficult part was that every single piece of the bomb seemed intended as a pop culture reference. There was a large red button that said 'do not push.' There were blinking red lights that served absolutely no sensible purpose. There was a row of red, blue, and yellow wires, none of which led anywhere. There was a wad of clay shaped like plastique. There was a fancy digital timer permanently stuck at one second left, and Jack could tell it wasn't actually connected to any detonation mechanism.

He growled under his breath. Figuring out which parts of this bomb were the actual bomb and which were theater could be harder than he'd thought.

[out_of_time]

Since yelling obviously wasn't working, Jack handed the megaphone to another officer and jumped down from the van to take a place by Aaron's side, throwing his weight behind the shield wall. "How are you holding up?!" He shouted over the noise of the riot.

[out_of_time]

Jack brought the helicopter back to Blue Beetle's end of the bridge, flying it low and next to the forcefield before opening the side door. "Throw them in here! I'll take them to the station." And if any of them tried anything while they were in his helicopter, they would regret it.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Fine." Aaron was tired and hungry, but not about to admit it in front of the other officers. He knew what it could do to morale. He raised his shield as a can of Monster sailed through the air, and split on the front of it, sending a smelly guarana mist into the air. In a moment he locked in with the officers to either side of him again and glanced back at Jack as he held his ground.

"You?"