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)

Comments

[haki.livejournal.com]

What are you, stupid? A robot isn't Merry--It's not even a ship! You're saying really crazy things, Sanji. [ arms crossed, shaking his head ]

Anyway--[ squinty eye ] Soooooo we just beat up the guys who want to kill us, and help the ones that want to send us home? Oh, but we get food first.

[out_of_time]

Meanwhile, Jack looked upwards. Sneaking the spotter in with the civilians behind the roadblock would be good concealment, but tricky observation. The people being used for cover could block the view. Now, if Jack was placing a spotter, he would... but no, these people didn't have the same training. He had to think on their level. This was an opportunistic attack, it had been improvised, not planned out. The spotter would have taken the first good position, not necessarily the smartest one. He looked down, scanned the street for places with a decent sight of the barricade...

There. Firelight glinting off a lens, possibly binoculars. Jack fixed it in his mind, then was careful not to look at it. "Geddoe. Down the street a block, corner cafe, open window. That's our guy."

He couldn't imagine the cafe was open- the spy must have broken in to set up his impromptu observation post. "Get him out of there, then give me a signal once he's taken care of. Then I'll handle the shooters." It had been a while since Jack was in a sniper duel. And this one would take place in a situation he could hardly have predicted.

[notadartboard]

[ugh...some days he wonders how he hasn't been driven insane, yet]

Yeah, that's it. We beat up the ones who want to kill us. For once, you're right on the money. [waving a hand as he turns around] Come on. Let's see if any of these stores are open. Or available for the raiding, either way.

[cosmic_ring_hero]

Freedom Ring just stared. "Uhh...meet my fan club?" he shrugged.

One of he girls in the black shirts clapped and jumped when Geddoe scared off the man with the sword. The one that seemed to be the leader of the group grinned and sprayed another Crabhammer with some mace.

"We came to help Freedom Ring! He's showing everyone blonds can be more than just dumb so we came to follow his example and prove it!" she declared, the other two women nodding in agreement while guy that was with them shoved a few of the attacking crowd away. They quickly moved to stand behind Geddoe when acknowledged.

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ already running next to a block...blister, complete with a smashed open display window ]

Look, Sanji! It's that pirate you hate! [ points to the POTC display dvds promo for the film ] You said these things are mystery movies right?

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe understood, and cautiously positioned himself so he could check out of the corner of his good eye. Sure enough, he saw the reflection. "On it," he murmured. "A signal, hm? I'll think of something."

He made his way through the officers with placid nods to reassure them that he was supposed to be there, he was not one of the invaders, heading for an alley on the same side of the street as the cafe. If there was one thing he was good at, it was ambush. It didn't matter that this was a city street built of stone and steel rather than a shrub-filled thicket somewhere in the wilderness, the tactic was the same. His leather armor made only the slightest creaks as he drifted into the shadows, his black garb helping him to blend in. Only the metal on his epaulets might have caught the light, but no one in the modern age knew to look for those tiny points of reflection.

The mercenary captain slipped into the alley and then stole his way through the darkness, finding an adjoining alley that housed all the back doors to all the businesses on that side. He went almost silently on those thick-soled boots of his, left shoulder leading, until he came to the door that he figured belonged to the cafe. It was the last one before the street, if he went any farther he'd be out among the mob. Plus, it was hanging ajar - this must have been the way the spotter got in. Geddoe pushed it slowly so it wouldn't make noise, and then ducked inside. The spy really had no idea he was there. Geddoe could have shocked him from behind and he would never have known what hit him. But that wasn't what Geddoe had in mind. He had to be extremely sparing with the rune magic just now. He also didn't need to kill this person, not if there were other ways.

Jack wanted a signal? He got one. The front window of the cafe shattered as a body was thrown through it. Geddoe followed a moment later, stepping over the sill with his long legs, drawing Wild Geese as he came.

[trueltning_fury]

The shoving definitely started something. Most of those in the area were afraid of the sword, but the mace and the yelling led to more people yelling and shoving, but at least this fan club wasn't about to let themselves be daunted. They gave as good as they got. Geddoe just sighed and waded back into the fray, throwing fists and elbows when he couldn't get a clear space to swing his sword. Part of him itched to just zap the lot of them, but no, no, he had to be careful. Not until it was absolutely necessary.

[notadartboard]

[running along behind, giving the poster the stinkeye] They're pirate movies, or so they say. We only watched one of them. The people in this world sure have a strange idea of what a pirate is...

[cosmic_ring_hero]

The fun club continues on into the Porter building, not phased by the crowd. They take stances by the shield and smile. The painted woman starts chattering at Freedom Ring who just blinks and glances to Geddoe to watch him fighting.

[newbvampire]

Seras dropped another trooper before she slipped back into cover and replied to Jack. "Yes, sir. Do you want me to keep them busy out here, or try to advance inside?"

[plays_with_dolls]

Boyd smiled back. It was a dangerous move letting the police into Rossum's buildings, but to do the opposite during this time would only invite more suspicion. Besides, working so closely with the police would give his mercenaries a chance to collect intelligence on their response to a crisis. Information that Rossum could make use of in the future. "I'm sure there will be more than enough room. I just hope we're able to make a difference."

[due-punishment.livejournal.com]

Frank's pistol went flying out of his hand. This one was definitely the real deal. That was good and bad. Mostly bad though.

"Killing terrorists."

[iceandblood.livejournal.com]

Lydi noticed the person coming towards her and tilted her head towards them. She stepped forward to be beside the figure, eyes on the fights breaking out around them. "Have you kept yourself out trouble?"

[professorlionface]

[Hank lets out a hearty laugh at the sight as he helps a young mother along.]

I would gladly welcome one! I certainly appreciate it.
If you can help the bystanders to safety, I'd happily enter the fray to buy you time.

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston blurs out of sight a moment, suddenly holding a baseball bat when he settles. A few feet away there's a confused Crabhammer looking at his now empty hands. The teen nods and discards the bat.]

Got it. I'll get them somewhere safe. Nice to finally meet you in person by the way.

[He dashes again, picking up the nearest bystander and carrying them away to safety with his speed.

[professorlionface]

Likewise!

[Hank leaped in to the mob, doing his best to pacify the group without doing too much damage. Even so, he ends up juggling a couple on his feet and kicking them into their comrades.]

[a_relative_hero]

[Houston continued to zip in and out of the area, carrying bystanders to safety. A few times he had to dodge a blow swung his way but his powers helped evade. Once he had gotten just about all of them, he came running back again. This time the Crabhammers seemed to plan ahead, several distracting him with projectiles to avoid while another threw down a bag of marbles. Houston yelped as he tripped, windmilling his arms as he fell and slid into the side of a tipped over van.]

Ow.

He's been around for a while, I'll forget to mention it sometimes. I'm sorry.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Especially if the day started yesterday." He gives another ghost of a smile. He's not looking for pity, he just feels bad he didn't remember his basic manners, even if she is a 'vampire slayer'. "It's a pleasure, Miss Summers. I just wish it were under more favorable circumstances. Perhaps after all this is over, we might have an opportunity to exchange information." He is always trying to keep on the learning curve for all the different kind of vampires coming in and out of the city, and if hers show up, he wants to know all that he can about them.

[meowminx]

"I noticed that." And she doesn't look happy about it. "Not how we do things around here. Whatever your boss says."

[meowminx]

Or perhaps two against one. The flying Batmobile wasn't hard to miss. Especially for Selina, who had pulled her favorite new toy for transport about the rioting. The flying motorcycle Sirius had built for her.

She parked it on a neighboring rooftop. Tired, but still more than enough fight left in her to join the fray.

Someone had to keep an eye on Bruce.

[due-punishment.livejournal.com]

Frank frowns at her. What the hell was she talking about? "Different singer, same tune. I know the speech. Also get your facts straight, I don't work for anyone."

Attempting to prevent the pirating of the station

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron was gearing up. He had no idea what the Crabhammers had planned at the radio station, but damned if he was going to let them have another success to gloat about. He was tired of sending out filler updates, he wanted to see some progress, and this was an opportunity to thwart their plan.

Bean-bag shot, riot gear, the staging area nearest to the radio station was small, but the room they'd been given had been stocked with items from a few locations who had a few spare pieces available.

Ten minutes to six, they had what few spare officers they could stationed in look-out posts. Aaron milled about in a coffee shop with a view from across the street of the radio station. All they could do now was wait.

[timejumps.livejournal.com]

Chao raised a hand and pulled back the hood that obscured her identity. She was giving a smile. "For the most part," she said cryptically, and it was a complete lie. She had already been in several skirmishes, wormed her way into the enemy ranks, and, through the magic of time travel, been at it all for several days already.

She had spent the better part of this day, from her current perspective, doing something rather unrelated to the battles, though. Which explained why she was so well-rested. "I have something I need to talk to you about."

[meowminx]

She watches him with narrowed eyes. "Last time I saw you, you were Osborn's lapdog."

Open to whoever would be around the Maximoff residence

[magicalworld]

Calvin liked having people obey him. Calvin liked having people fawn over him and ask him for autographs and treat him like he was famous. Calvin really liked having people swearing to protect him and turn his home into a fortress while all that scary stuff was happening outside. The fact that all his defenders had a stuffed tiger didn't hurt either, although of course none of them were Hobbes.

What Calvin didn't like, though, were the questions.

'What was the Noodle Incident?'

'Do you even have a last name?'

'What's really going on with you and Susie? C'mon, you can tell us!'

His room crowded with fans, Calvin stood on his dresser and yelled at them. "THAT'S ALL CLASSIFIED INFORMATION! AND THE NEXT PERSON TO ASK ABOUT SUSIE DERKINS GETS A DART RIGHT IN THE KISSER! Once my autobiography is published you can all get discounts, okay?!"

'But in one Valentine's Day strip, after you two fought you were shown thinking-'

Fwap! The fan was cut off by a dart to the face.