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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DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

OPEN!

[notadartboard]

The intent had been a noble one, anyway. Sanji had spent most of the first day holed up in the MAC, feeding his dwindling crew and anyone else who trickled in hungry, not really interested in the fight outside. If they were going to send everybody home, he was not going to interfere. But it was clear by this morning that "sending the imports home" wasn't happening, either by design or by chance. And now they were attacking his friends - his lady friends. Sanji was not about to sit by and wait it out while that happened.

He had taken to the streets at a dead run, having to punt a few roving attackers out of the way of the MAC doors (thankfully they hadn't gotten in there yet), and headed in the direction of Rikku's. Shortly after noon found him nowhere near her workshop, or anywhere in particular, his way continually blocked by bands of nerds about as organized as any cadre of Marines - which meant more organized than one random pirate. He had no problem kicking their asses, and steadily did so in order to make his way to where people might need his help, but then a little car zipped up and haphazardly parked along the curb, a skull-and-crossbones sticker in the back window. Three girls tumbled out, wearing plaid skirts and toting cute backpacks as well as baseball bats. The guys currently attempting to hold this street and keep Imports from getting to Midtown yelled at them to go home, but one shouted out, "Don't you know his weakness? He won't hurt girls! Let us stand in front and he won't be able to do anything!"

Sanji straightened up and blinked. Wait, how did they know that about me? It was the truth, but he wasn't about to let on that they were right. For the moment while the girls argued their way into position, he stood back casually and lit a fresh cigarette, keeping his eye on the Crabhammer crowd. This was going to be a problem. He had to keep moving, he had to get past those guys who thought they were really tough, but they now had a wall of cute women in front of them. "Oi, oi," he warned them when he could get their attention. "This isn't a game, kids. If you want a war, you'll get one, with all the consequences to go with it. Don't get into something you can't handle."

One of the thugs in back giggled. "Dude, I think she's right, he won't attack the girls!" he stage-whispered. Sanji scowled even further; they had started it, and he would finish it. If he could just get those three ladies out of the way without hurting them!

[firstmate.livejournal.com]

Rayleigh's life hadn't changed much since the intent to declare war on the imports. Some of the usual gambling spots had been closed down, but he still had plenty to drink, and for the most part he was left alone. The people seemed to know who was or wasn't a native, but apparently being an old man made people overlook him.

Which was fine by him. He didn't particularly want to be involved in the first place. Leave it to the younger generation, see how they handle it.

However, he couldn't quite turn a blind eye when he saw a familiar blond chef being accosted. Or was he the one doing the accosting? Whichever.

From his spot sitting on the doorstep of the local ABC Liquor, he lowered his bottle of beer just long enough to look over and give a.... laugh. The situation amused him, and he didn't particularly care what kind of attention it brought.

[notadartboard]

The laugh made Sanji bristle. He knew that laugh. He turned his head enough to glance over and see where Rayleigh was sitting. "Oh. Nice to see you helping out, here, old man," he quipped over his shoulder. "Enjoying the view?"

[firstmate.livejournal.com]

"I'm just seeing what all of you young kids can do," Rayleigh quipped back. He made a show of patting his shoulder. "These old bones aren't what they used to be, you know." He didn't get up... or do much of anything else, really. He just sat and watched the scene unfolding. "You don't need any help, right?"

[notadartboard]

Sanji snorted around his cigarette. "Of course I don't need any help! Damn geezer. You and your old bones." He didn't believe it for a second, not after seeing him train Luffy over the comm.

The three girls were doing their best to just stand there, tilting their hips coyly and waving, something that definitely got Sanji's attention back on them after a moment. But that let the guys behind them regroup and decide whether they were going to attack him or escape. "Ah...ladies, would you mind getting out of the way? I don't want to..."

One of them suddenly leaped at him, swinging her bat for his head. He leaped backwards with a grunt, letting the blow whiff harmlessly past his scruffy chin. "O-oi!"

[firstmate.livejournal.com]

The seductive hips, the coy waves, that all caught Rayleigh's attention too. (Please don't tell Shakky.) He wasn't surprised when one of them went forward with the swing of a baseball bat, however. Not because he sensed it with haki, or even because of his innate battle sense, but rather because he was used to that sort of treatment from the women in Sabaody.

"Best be careful!" he called out helpfully. "These girls have some real bite to them!"

[notadartboard]

"Not. Helping!" Sanji managed to snap while dodging a couple more errant swings. The girl in the miniskirt may not have a lot of skill with that thing, but she was sure putting all of her power behind it. A split-second's calculation and he countered, springing up and roundhouse-kicking the bat out of her hands. It flew off in the opposite direction of the others, preserving Sanji's perfect record of not harming women even on accident.

The girl raged at him and then swung her backpack off her shoulder, using it to beat him around the head and shoulders instead. Sanji withstood it, wincing. "Ow! What the hell have you got in there...ow, hey! Quit it!"

Hope this is okay.

[wisestcamper]

Annabeth spotted Sanji running by as she took a moment to collect herself, sitting in the branches of a tree that was growing out of the sidewalk. She'd been trying to get to the porter building, she certainly wasn't going to sit at home while these lunatics blew up her one chance of getting back to her world anyway, when she'd come upon a group of them that had recognized the discoloration in her hair.

She had no idea how they even knew about that, but she'd beaten them soundly enough. It was just tiring. Her jeans were torn in a couple places, her left sleeve was ripped off and she had half a dozen bruises and cuts. But she'd had far, far worse.

She knew Sanji could take care of himself, so she just watched him go running down the street a bit too far off to shout for. When he came up short in front of that row of girls though, her eyes narrowed faintly. He was such a 'knight in shining armor' type, he probably wasn't willing to hurt them.

She cursed to herself in ancient Greek and dropped out of the tree, sneakers carrying her down the street after him, sliding to a stop and walking the last few yards since the fighting hadn't quite started yet. Just in time to overhear some of those comments.

"He might not, but I will," Annabeth stepped up next to Sanji, and she held out her hand as a solid steel rod about three feet long shimmered into existence between her fingers. She twirled in between her fingers once and side-glanced at Sanji.

"Hope you don't mind some help."

sure, why not

[notadartboard]

Sanji blinked at the unexpected help. "A...Annabeth? Oh - you're hurt!"

Yes, the rest of the battle went completely ignored for the moment because a friend, a girl, was hurt. "Are you all right?" he wondered, looking over the cuts and bruises.

[wisestcamper]

Well, she wasn't expecting that sudden concern, and she almost laughed as she nodded. "I've had much worse." She kept her attention on the mob though, and when one of them took a step towards them, one of the girls, she held up her rod menacingly.

"I think we have larger concerns."

[notadartboard]

"Yeah..." Sanji glanced back at the enemy, instantly wary. "It's a clever enough strategy, but it won't be enough to stop me. I need to get at those other guys, they're the ones that can do some real harm around here."

[wisestcamper]

Annabeth nodded. "I can make these three move," she said, her voice almost pleasant as she stepped forward. She probably didn't look like much, cut up and bruised, and one of the girls made the mistake of thinking she wasn't, stepping forward to swing an almost pathetic punch at her.

Annabeth swung low and hard, and there was a very, very obvious breaking sound as her pipe connected with the girls shin, shattering it. She went down screaming, and Annabeth turned her attention to the other two.

"You should probably run."

[notadartboard]

For all his strength and manliness, Sanji actually winced at that. So ruthless, yet so effective. He hated to see any girl hurt but...well, he did warn them.

With the girls staring at this interloper who wasn't afraid to beat their asses, Sanji had the opening he needed. He rushed past Annabeth and charged into the pack of guys behind, ducking a fist and spinning a kick into the man's gut. The others swarmed on him, not at all expecting that he could swing his legs in all sorts of directions, nearly straight up at one point. Their resolve waned once each had taken a hit or two, and they broke and started to run. Sanji, however, was not about to let them. "Ohhhh no," he said, "you cowards let ladies be your human shields. I don't let anyone get away with that." He sprang after them, giving chase.

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ You know what sucks? Being denied food and finding some of your favorite eateries closed, and or, having the place busted up. It wasn't hard running around streets for a good number of minutes looking for Sanji. Tired, over and done with the ridiculousness, and worst of all... hungry. ]

Where's Sanji? I don't have time to deal with everyone--OI, GET OUT OF MY WAY!

[ So, once Luffy spotted another 'familiar' spot of blonde in the crowd he starts making his way over. Luffy's run into more crazy looking Sanji wannabes, even if they weren't trying to imitate him on purpose. This time, he'd had enough of punching everyone in his way to move... That block of thugs and the three ladies in front of Sanji? Now passed out on the ground, and even a few foaming at the mouth. A blast of Haki mean serious biznez and a semi-miffed captain get. ]

Oi, Sanji.

[notadartboard]

[Sanji's probably one of few people who can stand up to a burst of haki, especially if it isn't directed at him]

Huh? Oh, Luffy.

[haki.livejournal.com]

STUPID! Quit moving around so much, it's hard to find you! Where's my lunch, bastard?! Breakfast, too! [ huffs ]

[notadartboard]

[feh...taking his cigarette from his lips and blowing a stream of smoke]

I whipped up a couple of lunch boxes and left them in the fridge. If you've already eaten those, then you're just going to have to wait. [thumbing over his shoulder] We've got a little bit of a problem here, Luffy.

[haki.livejournal.com]

That was a snack! A snaaack! [ huff ] Listen to what you're saying! [ WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WAIT'? lkdsjfaowe ]

Ah? Is it more weird people? Why do they keep coming after you?

OPEN! rioting on 5th Avenue, near Midway Center

[professorlionface]

[Hank is clinging to a building's face, dodging thrown projectiles left and right, doing his best to rally bystanders to safety.

There's a young man with blond hair, skin painted blue and with large metal wings strapped to his back, shouting at him about how he was terrible to criticize Cyclops.]

Listen, I don't know who this Matt Fraction fellows is, and frankly, I don't much care at the moment, either!

[a_relative_hero]

[It's shortly after the words leave Hank's mouth that a gold and black blur comes barreling into the man with the metal wings, hoping the weight keeps the Crabhammer from getting up easily. Houston slows down long enough to offer a smile to Hank.]

Hi. Need a hand?

[The goggle-wearing teen jumps as a bottle breaks on the ground next to him, quickly starting to evade projectiles as they come his way now too.]

[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.