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 THREE: 12:01 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, HERE COMES THE CAVALRY)

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Wrong Cavalry: Closed to Aaron and Hans. At home.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Two days of constant work to keep the city from falling apart. Aaron had been abused in more ways than he cared to count, and had a couple public appearances on top of it all. Finally, Hernandez had straight up ordered Aaron to go home for a few hours at least, to catch a breather. That he'd started showing the signs of blood deprivation had been a part of that order, and so he'd come home around 2:30AM. He downed enough substitute to just take the edge off before he collapsed onto the couch, feeling too distracted to fall asleep. He'd been more exhausted than he thought, so while watching the live feed from the mobs, he eventually fell asleep.

Outside in the dark, a baker's dozen were creeping toward the 'enemy outpost', on orders from a man (or monster) willing to take advantage of their zealous devotion to him. It was chaos in the city, and what better time to send boys off to die in service to War than during a great battle? Whether they succeeded in their suicide mission or not, he couldn't particularly care, but they were well suited soldiers to take out a traitor and a monster. Wordlessly, they all approached the compound, a flash of hand signals between them coordinating their efforts as they worked to maintain whatever element of surprise they could afford.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He was, habitually, a light sleeper. Years of being awoken by scramble orders or strafing had made that a rather non-viable option. He could recall with absolute clarity the droning made by the biplanes the Soviet Night Witches had flown...

He had fallen asleep while reading. Some poetry. He could enjoy some culture now, between aerial patrols. He enjoyed that greatly, and he didn't stop simply because there was a guest in his 'home, as it were.

But, because certain habits died hard, the noiseless paths around the hangar had been strung with little wires, here and there, attached to a handful of tin cans. A habit he had learned from soldiers on the Western Front, and old habits did die very hard.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Sharp vampire hearing, even dulled by sleep and exhaustion, were helpful in the matter, though he hardly needed it with the simple, yet effective system that Hans had set around the perimeter of their location.

Out in the darkness, the tinkling of aluminum cans was short lived, but audible as one of the stalkers tripped the line and froze, a compatriot reaching out and trying to quell the rattling quickly.

Back in the bunker, Aaron's eyelids fluttered, the sound rousing him groggily, until he bolted upright, looking over at Hans.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He sat bolt upright, a second behind Aaron. He was standing a second later, sliding his old combat knife out from under his pillow. He looked over at Aaron, saying nothing. He seemed to look through him, listening.

He moved slowly, silently, reaching over to his nearby holster, pulling out his sidearm. He pointed to his left, where his rifle stood against a cabinet, ready for Aaron's use.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron looked at the rifle and shook his head silently, calm reserve on his face again. He hadn't even taken his holsters off after work so he showed Hans briefly. At least he'd know Aaron was armed, but he didn't take the weapons out. It was Aaron's turn to stare through Hans a moment as he tried to pick out sounds and smells that might betray who was approaching.

He heard something, and pointed toward the hangar door. More space, and while it would put Hans' precious planes in the line of fire, it was preferable to combat in the smaller living space, at least in Aaron's opinion.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

There was no panic on his face as he nodded in return. Death was an old companion, his only constant one. Friends and enemies came and went, but death remained. People trying to kill him were a regular part of his life.

He moved silently across the room. He pointed at the Bf109. It was positioned near the wall, where its natural outline joined with the shadows of the wall, enhancing them. He picked up the rifle on the way, awkwardly buckling on the holster. There was no time for extra ammunition - this one would come down to knife work.

He crouched down by the tail, quietly sliding back the bolt of the rifle, checking the mechanism.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Once they were in the dark hangar, Aaron removed his glasses, taking full advantage of his abilities. He had no idea who these unwelcome guests might be, but he was willing to assume their intentions weren't benevolent. He couldn't count how many, but there was more than one of them.

Across the hangar, a side door opened on almost-silent hinges. Aaron pointed toward it to get Hans' attention toward the door. Then, keeping low, he slid off toward the door. It wasn't the only way in, but if he could bottleneck anyone else trying to get through that door, it would help in dealing with further intrusions.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He saw it. This was, blessedly, a far less chaotic situation than many he'd found himself in. He suddenly remembered Leningrad, the Russian soldiers. He'd been unarmed then. And there had been three of them. He had survived that, too.

But overconfidence was the foremost way to exit the land of the living. He raised the rifle, aiming at the door. Aaron was fast, but any head protruding through it would have to be bulletproof.

There was no fear, there never was. Not a drop of panic. It was them or you, life or death. As always, it was about survival.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron was by the door when it opened, and before Hans could have an opportunity to take him down, Aaron was dragging him down to the floor, a hand over his mouth to muffle his shouts and struggling.

He wasn't alone though, and Aaron only realized this as he got the first one to the ground. Everything had happened so fast though, the second arrival through the door had only known his accomplice was no longer standing before him. He was however, in plain view for Hans.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

It was an easy shot, and he did not hesitate. He watched the man's head jerk back, blood spattering on the wall. That, too, was familiar. He was already sliding back the bolt, ramming it back home along with another round as the third man came through the door, firing wildly.

He thought that would give him cover. It did not.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron winced as the shots came. He'd been expecting them, but after the silence, it was almost painfully loud. He hoped to subdue the struggling boy, he really couldn't call him much of an adult, but an appraisal of the clothes he was wearing and the symbol stitched onto a sleeve told him everything he needed to know.

It was almost too kind to knock him unconscious, but when the third attacker came through firing wildly, he finished off his own ally as Aaron dodged away from the threat. He too went down, but the gunfire had alerted the remainder of this attacking force that their element of surprise was lost. The few doors into the hangar popped open as ten armed zealots poured into the dark space, some firing at Aaron's shadowed form as he ducked for cover near a plane.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

At least they hadn't gotten the main doors open - they could have had a clear shot down the hangar straight across. As it was, they were still stuck in what amounted to very small beachheads. He fires again, hitting one in the chest, though he has no way of telling if the wound is fatal or not, not in the moment.

His next shot misses, owing to the fact that as he fires, a near miss ricochets off the tailplane, causing him to flinch as he pulls the trigger. He ducks back, swearing under his breath, pulling up another round. The last in the rifle.

He lifts his head, trying to locate the most pressing threat.

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.

[newbvampire]

Seras looked over at Aaron, shocked. He had drunk his master's blood? Well of course he had, he was a full vampire wasn't he? Then why did it bother him so much? She shook her head. That didn't matter right now. She could ask him about it later. Right now they had to think of something to charge this annoying twerp with and she really didn't care what it was, or even if it would stick. Just so long as it meant they could keep him off the street. "Thank you, now maybe he'll be quiet."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron glared at the fanboy as he cinched the cuffs tightly on his wrists.

"He will." There was the faint undertone of a threat in his voice, but for the most part, he sounded more like his usually calm self. He motioned down the street, beckoning the fanboy to walk with them. "You are being held for obstructing the duties of a police officer in a time of emergency." Cooly, he started to recite to him his rights.