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

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

A slayer. In Aaron's world, she'd be called a genocidal maniac, but if vampires in her world are like some of the unpleasant ones he's discovered here, sometimes he can't blame people for certain prejudices against anyone that might fall under the term. Even if he is personally insulted.

"Yes, well, as much as I'd like to discuss our personal views on the matter, I do have a suspect to place in a holding cell. You're welcome to accompany me to the nearest station. With the size of the group that has organized this attack, we will probably need help, if you're the kind who might be willing to provide it."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She's nodding, stiltedly picking up her crossbow. "Well, that's my .. kind. The helpful kind." So awkward, but she's following - watch her follow.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron starts leading the fanboy along, but the kid doesn't seem very willing to cooperate. After all, he has actual charges against him, that and he keeps glancing back to look at Buffy.

"Hey. Hey, Buffy." Aaron jostles him a little with a grunt, it's gentle, but it's a warning. The kid keeps talking. "You're going to let him do this? He's a vampire, for Christ's sake, who knows what he's really planning. Just shoot him already."

"That's enough." Aaron twists the kid's arm a bit harshly, even as he keeps heading for the nearby station. It's only a block and a half away.

"Ow ow ow! Okay, okay! I get it! You didn't twist the other dude's arm when he said that." Aaron has no idea who this 'other dude' the nerd is referring to, but he's not about to ask either.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Buffy lifts an eyebrow, shooting a cheerful glance to Aaron. "Do you want me to knock him out? That's helpful, right?"

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"He'd have an excellent chance at getting free for police negligence if you did, unfortunately." Nerd Dracula finally gets the hint, and his face pales. Aaron would like to see him quieted down, and Buffy's offer has quelled his rebellion. He trudges along, not willingly, but he doesn't resist.

"Miss Buffy." Yes, Aaron did not forget her name. "May I ask how long you've been in the city?" He turns a corner and hey, there's a very busy police station up ahead.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh hey, would you look at that. Her smile is a little quieter this time around. "Just a a few days. It's nice, so far. Clean." She nods, still running through the logistics in her mind of a vampire cop. She spends most her life in denial anyway, why make an exception now.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"We work hard to make it that way."  

What happens next might or might not help with her denial.  An enthusiastic officer comes running up to Aaron with a bandage on his shoulder, very close to his neck.  He does a visible double-take at Buffy but seems more interested in Aaron.

"Hey, Lieutenant!  You caught him!"  The officer smiles while the nerd turns almost deathly pale. "Lost your bite when you got caught by the real thing, eh?  I can take care of him from here, sir.  Commissioner wants you to call her when you get the chance though."

"Thank you."  Aaron hands off the Dracula and turns to Buffy.  "If you'll follow me, please.  I need to make this call.  I should only need a few minutes."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Oh, um. Yes. I say yes." And she's back to following awkwardly, only going a little wide-eyed as the other men disappear. Something about this guy makes her feel five years old, and she's not sure if it's the vampage or the copage, but it's all about the weird either way. "Who do you have to call? Mrs. Vampire?"

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

The look on his face says he's not amused with her little quip as he heads for the station.  He's not about to make a scene out of it though, so he just keeps his eyes ahead.

"I need to call the Commissioner of the Import police.  She's probably scheduled a press conference.  It's likely I'll be addressing the city again this afternoon."  He doesn't exactly sound thrilled about it, though.  Considering the mayhem currently, it shouldn't be hard to understand why.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She feels like a dick, but she's still not sure how to apologize. When she gets nervous, she just gets quippy. But that's not really an excuse, so she'll try something else instead... "Public speaking sucks. I don't..envy you. And thanks, for uh. Saving me." There, she was pretty pleased with herself. She just thanked a vampire, go her.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

He glances over at her, a mellow, but quizzical look on his face.  Save her?  He'd almost bowled her over chasing after a human wearing a costume.

"You're welcome, though I'm not certain what for."  He shoves his hands into his pockets.  "Judging from the crossbow, I doubt he would have given you too much trouble if he had tried anything."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Right. But it's the thought that counts?" It wasn't every day she was in this situation, give her a break. "I'm just, a little in shock. Vampire, with a badge. Vampire with a badge, in the Sun! Vampire, with a badge, walking in the Sun with a mustache--well. Okay, that one's not so surprising."

She's looking a little horrified at her own rambling so don't bother with your own horror. She can handle it all by herself.

"So, you never told me your name, big vamp on campus guy."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

At the rambling he can't help it as the faintest trace of a smile escapes for only a moment.  He stops walking toward the station and at least does her the service of a proper introduction, hand held out for a pleasant handshake if she decides to take him up on it.

"I'm sorry, it's been a long day.  I'm Lieutenant Aaron Grey."

((OOC: Whoops, forgot to mention this whole time, he has a faint Polish accent. It might sound a little 'Dracula' to her.))

oh thanks <33 good to know!

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not. Vampire handshakes? No problem. She shakes his hand with a little smile. "Yeah, I.. can imagine. It looks a little long in the day around here, and it's not even .. you know, long in the day." A beat. "Summers. It's Buffy Summers."

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.

it's no problem lmao

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Buffy. I told you to knock out this miss stuff." Being asked for her number by vampires, that was new. Oh wait, no it wasn't. In fact, it was kind of a recurring theme. Somehow, she didn't really think Aaron was interested in her that way though. "Sure, that would be..good." She's brushing some of her hair behind her ear, a little nervous.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

No 'Miss'. Well, there went his preferred way of addressing women politely, but she wouldn't be the first. He'd prefer an equitable trade of information, but she is a vampire hunter, and so he'll only risk revealing information about himself to start. If another vampire invasion ever occurred, she could be useful and he never likes to be short an ally in problems that usually concern the Major.

"Of course, I will be glad to provide what information I can, within reason, about other races represented around the city. That is, if I can be certain that you won't use it in an effort to kill us all. I don't know about where you're from, but acts of genocide, even against vampires, are not tolerated in the city." There is not an ounce of humor in his voice, in fact Aaron sounds as deadly serious as he looks.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Which is super serious, she gets it. It only makes her more nervous and she's starting to feel like she's in the principal's office. Info would be nice, though it comes with a strict no-kill policy. What's a vampire slayer to do if she can't slay vampires? But she finds herself nodding, though still with the worried face. "If they're all as nice as you, that shouldn't be any trouble." Maybe the vampires in the city all had souls. Or.. chips, like Spike. Or maybe vampires from other dimensions were just nice and fluffy. She was okay with being delusional for now. Or forever.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Good." He turns, heading for the station again. "I appreciate your understanding, Buffy."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing, Aaron," she says, testing out his name. "I'm nothing if not a reasonable slayer."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"That's good to hear." Though, how much he actually believes her remains to be seen. Once in the station, he makes his phone call and it's a rather short one at that. A few minutes later he returns, hands in his pockets. "I have to report to the main station in the next hour for a press conference." Oh joy, he sounds excited about that. "You're welcome to help around here, if you wish, but I have to head out now, if I want to make it through the mob that's surrounding the station."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Do you need help or should I take my helpfulness elsewhere?" she immediately offers, blinking a little owlishly.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

He blinks behind his glasses, then smiles smally. She was strange for a self-proclaimed vampire hunter, offering to help him reach his destination.

"I appreciate the offer, but it might be best if you help out here. The media will have enough to chew on without bringing along another import to get into headquarters. I am sorry about all this, but I hope you understand."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"It's no big, Officer Vampire. I can take care of myself." She gives a small smile of her own in return, almost sad at parting ways. Or at least sad that ended so anticlimactically. Something like that anyway. "And the thanks was for not arresting me." She waves.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Calling Aaron "Officer Vampire" is about as bad as calling Buffy "Miss". He doesn't look too pleased behind his shades and sighs, a little frustrated.

"I would believe you can, and it's of no concern, Miss Summers. I hope you stay safe while all of this is going on." He gives a nod as he heads out on foot toward headquarters. Too many traffic disruptions have made it easier to go on foot. At least he has a chance of sneaking by some of the crowds. Cop cars would just attract too much attention.