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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[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

She looks down at her fists, then back up at Peter, eyes widening slightly. "What does that mean?"

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter doesn't look too concerned anymore, just placated. "It means if you shot me with an arrow now, I wouldn't be able to heal anymore. I pick up people's... abilities."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." She does look concerned though. Muchly. "So I took your healing powers away when I gave you Slayer strength?"

12:30 AM For Aaron though others can say hi if they'd like.

[newbvampire]

"Oh god, just bugger off already." Seras yelled over at the group of young men following her. She had no idea who they were. They'd just shown up out of nowhere and claimed to be her fans and that they wanted to help her. All she knew is they utterly loony. Really what sort of idiot got up in costume and tried to fight bad guys? Well, when they didn't have powers anyway. "Look it's not safe to be out here. Go home. I can take care of this. You're not real vampires, you're only going to get hurt."

Of course they refused. Again.

Sighing she gave up and turned around and started to walk down the street again. Behind her the fans chattered away, trying to keep their voices low. She could make out bits and pieces though. One of those bits was a discussion of her love life. Something about her and a certain mercenary captain. It had come from the one dressed as her master and well, it wasn't something she wanted people repeating, or thinking was true. Because it absolutely wasn't! Bristling Seras stopped, spun around, and marched up to the twit and jabbed her finger in his chest while she berated him.

"Look here, I am not attracted to Captain Bernadotte, you ass and I'm never going to be. He's an immature jerk who drinks and smokes too much. Not to mention those god awful cadences he sings all the time. Now I don't want to hear another word about him, or anyone else you or these other idiots think I should be seeing. Also get out of that outfit. It's bad enough when Master wheres it, but you...you look like a complete pillock!"

The fan began to protest, something about he'd seen it and so had everyone else and why was she always lying about it because it was so obvious to everyone. Growling, Seras ran her hand through her hair and then straightened up and walked away again. "I don't care. Just shut up about it, I don't want to hear it."

Not with what she knew happened to the Captain. She couldn't handle that. Sensing exactly how angry she was the fans backed off a couple more paces, but continued to follow her.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Perhaps they're not as bad as she thinks, because a short way down the block Aaron turns a corner and seeing Seras with a following of her own, he heads for her.  Somewhere behind her someone makes a comment about some 'highlander' only to have the one dressed as her master correct them with his proper name, though probably a bit too enthusiastically.

"Sergeant Victoria, are you, alright?"  He peers around her at the group in her wake, particularly at the one dressed head to toe in a garish shade of red.

[newbvampire]

"No, I'm not. I can't get these idiots to stop following me and it's making it bloody hard to arrest anyone!" To emphasis her point she looked over her shoulder and glared at her group of followers. "I've tried explaining that they're just getting in the way and that they're probably going to get hurt, but they won't listen. I don't know what I was expecting. I mean they're dumb enough to be dressed up as vampires during this whole thing. How was I supposed to tell the difference between them and all the other freaks. Especially that one," She said pointing at one fan in particular who looked remarkably like Spike. "I almost shot that one thinking he was that Billy Idol vampire."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Not only hurt, but possibly arrested. Interfere with official police business is a punishable offense." He pointedly addressed the crowd behind her. "No matter your intentions, she is right that you are all taking an unnecessary risk, especially those of you dressed as dangerous individuals."

[newbvampire]

"If your going to arrest any of them, arrest that one." She said pointing at the fan dressed in the very obnoxious shade of red. "He's going to get himself killed wearing that."

By her, or someone else she wasn't yet sure which.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron looked quizzically at the one she pointed to. He seemed almost displeased that she'd single him out.

"You think a Freak who doesn't drink blood could arrest me?" Aaron frowned, he knew the word had been used by Seras to describe vampires from her own world, but when it was used on him, it grated on his nerves.

"I'd mind your choice of words, if I were you." His voice was calm and expressionless, he wasn't certain exactly what the fanboy was getting at, but the question was, how did he know he didn't drink blood?

[newbvampire]

"Don't call him that again." Seras practically growled and her eyes shifted color to match her mood. The nerve of the little bastard! "He's a real vampire not one of the Major's experiments. Wearing Master's clothes doesn't mean you get to talk, or act like him."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron betrayed a glance in her direction, she was quite serious...and that made the whole situation all the more perplexing. Her reaction was severe though, and clearly a nerve had been rather pointedly touched upon. He turned his attention back to the young man, a rather serious frown on his face.

"Seras..." Aaron stepped in so he was slightly between her and the instigator. He addressed him in a tone that was painfully clear in its warning. "You should learn to keep your theatrics out of this situation. That goes for all of you."

[newbvampire]

She permitted him to step between her and the young man though she continued to glare. Apparently the rather theatrical young man didn't have much in the way of sense because instead of backing down he continued to run his mouth. The presence of the other fans was mostly likely clouding what little judgment he had. There always had to be one like that, always. "Says the guy who wears sunglasses at night all the time. So I guess you're the reason she's not into Pip anymore."

Seras bristled again. "Shut up about that. It's none of your business anyway I don't care what you say you read, or saw."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

She seemed really bothered by that, and the fanboy thought he saw an opportunity to sew a seed of discord between them, even if he knew he was taking part of Aaron's history way out of context.

"At least he had the balls to drink his master's blood." Aaron's posture went rigid. "And then he killed-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Aaron reached out and grabbed the lapels of his coat, twisting them up so it almost became a choking grip. He dragged the fanboy on his toes so they were face-to-face, and he looked almost livid.

"That's enough." Then he was setting him down on the ground, and slapping a pair of cuffs on his wrists, an astonished look on the face of the false-Alucard.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter's been through this enough times by now to not be all that bothered. Yeah, sure on the inside he's grumbling a bit because being a regen is convenient. But as they say, shit happens. "Not on purpose, but yeah. That's how it works."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," and she really is, like, really sorry. "This wouldn't have happened if I didn't shoot you with an arrow! Like a...like a shooting thing."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

And while he appreciates her apologies, there's nothing much to do about it now but try to be more careful. Though, being Peter, being more careful seemed to always end up bringing about violent repercussions anyway. Which was why he's a little edgier than he was a few moments ago. "I've done it on accident a couple times, don't worry about it. It happens."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Still...sorry." She grimaces, letting it drop there. "At least Slayer powers give you an advantage over this fampires. ...You know, fake vampires. With the fighty and the kicky."

I'm so sorry for how long this took

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

The invading group split in two, and Aaron did his best to go after the ones that appeared to have the best chance of getting in, but they went into a turtle-shell formation, complete with Spartan shields. The other half started to circle the building as an officer joined Aaron while the rest went to deal with the approaching mob.

"Stop this madness!"

"Madness? THIS IS SPARTAAAAA!" One of them shouted, and the approaching mob responded in unison.

"For SPARTAAAAA!" The mob approaching Seras shouted, and a few more Spartan shields appeared throughout the group.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, at least there's that." He smiles faintly, though it's obviously forced. Not because of Buffy, but more because of the roaming fampires. "Usually my abilities don't involve combat training. It's different."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Slayer powers are... weird. Technically they come with being the chosen one. I guess we can get with the chosen two-ing though." At least Peter was better than Faith, but it was definitely weird fighting with a slayer of the XY variety.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"So you're the chosen one." Technically, Peter doesn't really consider himself to be chosen just because he's taken on the abilities. But he's back to looking at Buffy, obviously made curious by the fact at hand.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"That's me. Choseny me." It was a little more complicated than that now, but she doesn't really have to get into it. She knows he wasn't chosen, he's not even a girl--but it's still cool, having some one she can explain it to.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter's trying not to over-think this, but Peter's still, in small ways, the same person he was over a year ago. "Something to do with destiny?" He flashes her a look that's all curiosity and nothing else.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." She looks down, smiling a little though it's brief. "Every generation there's a--me. Who kills all the icky things, and makes the world nice-nice. But things got a little messed up when I died the first time."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"... The first time." He repeats the statement, expression almost unreadable, because that's not really something you hear very often. But a second later he snorts, the sound humorless. "It messes things up, doesn't it. Dying."