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

He will okay X(

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

After another second, he breaths a sigh of relief, and it's laced with amusement from the sheer dumb luck his life continues to bring. "Like I said, it's fine," He offers Buffy up an apologetic smile before turning and looking around himself, still trying to assess the situation at hand. Turning back to Buffy and her dangerous crossbow, this time Peter's just gone back to looking concerned. Partially because some nagging instinct at the back of his mind is telling him that something bad's about to occur behind him, but he ignores it, figuring it's just nerves. "Get any better of an idea of what's going on?"

he better ;; it was her gift to him, just like an arrow through the middle

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

He definitely shouldn't be giving her the apology eyes. So she gives them right back, and hard. But his question brings her back to the present, not bothering to reload said crossbow for obvious reasons.

"Freaky people, making grabby hands at the grabby hand machine that brought us here. Um. That's the gist anyway. My bet's on mind control." Oh look, here comes a hoard of nerds now.

all the things he could ever want in life :cc

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"I was gonna say group--" But he can't finish what he was going to say, exactly because of the herd of crazy nerds. Turning on the spot, he takes one out with a seamlessly easy punch to the face. Which surprises Peter just as much as the guy now laying at his feet.

Peter wasn't actually all that versed in hand to hand combat, so he was immensely baffled as to how exactly he'd just taken down the guy. But he couldn't think too much about it because he lands a kick into the next guy and Peter's still more than a little bit confused. Sure, he's gotten into fights before, before they were never this easy.

sob then he will have it

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Hive mind creepy-outy? Yeah. I agree." She punches her way through a few guys, so weirded out by them all knowing her name. Turning to watch Peter, landing another distracted kick, her eyes widen though a small smile breaks through and she takes down the next guy with an almost identical roundhouse. "Hey, you're pretty good. With super strength and super healing... thing, you must get all the ladies."

and he'll love it ;;

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter snorts, glancing over at Buffy. "Try none."

But the fact that while talking he still manages to sneak in another sweeping sort of kick has Peter baffled. Alright, so he can hold his own in a fight every now and then. But not like this. Not when he doesn't have his entire focus on the fight, and definitely not with some sort of already-learned karate moves. But even more so, not against a roving pack of armed, angry nerds. Something was going on here, but he might as well wait until he stopped needing to make use of it to find out.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"With all the chisel and superness, you have me baffled, mister." She shakes her head, knocking another guy flat on his back. They just kept coming, didn't they? She breaks to yawn, deadpanning at the next guy. "Boring. I'm ready for a new game." Buffy bowls him over, knocking him into the crowd behind, watching with a small nod as they rack up like dominoes.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

It was becoming increasingly obvious that his recently acquired fighting style was a eerily similar to Buffy's -- or at least it was obvious to Peter. Sort of. Mostly it was just strange, but he was vaguely preoccupied with laying into the hordes of armed nerds. At least he wasn't preoccupied enough that he couldn't hold a conversation. "Something tells me they're not getting bored anytime soon."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"I'll let you in on a secret. Neither am I." She flips over one fake vampire, punching out two once she gets between them, then laying out a third with a well-placed trip. "Where'd you learn to fight?"

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

He needs a couple seconds before he can turn back to Buffy, seeing just how much he can get away with, with his newly acquired kickboxing skills. Knocking down a few more guys with something he could've sworn he saw from one of those late night movies they had playing in the waiting rooms. And then he's looking back at Buffy, admittedly sheepish. "I didn't."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"You didn't, as in..." She can't even think of a good metaphor. Maybe because she was distracted by another pudgy vampire, but probably because what Peter was saying didn't make any sense. Though she was starting to notice how bewildered he looked. "As in, this is new to you?"

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"Look, I can get into a fist fight and handle my own." Stopping to breathe for a second as the wave of angry nerds had quelled for the time being, Peter still looks completely sheepish. "But I never learned anything apart from how to throw a punch."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Then how are you... you know, with the more than punchiness." She wrinkles her nose, gesturing vaguely to his similar fighting style. At least the mob is starting to slow, though it still feels like only the beginning. "And the superstrengthiness."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Keeping his eyes out for any more threatening parties that might decide to continue acting on their need for violence, Peter hesitates before glancing back to Buffy, looking a little bit guilty somehow. "I'm guessing because you can." Which would mean that he can't heal anymore, a fact that makes him more wary.

[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?"

[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."

[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.