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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[notadartboard]

It took some quick thinking and maneuvering, but Sanji did it. He set his captive down and lunged for the other two, sliding on his knees across the pavement to come to rest just under them. Each arm caught one unconscious girl. The third just whirled around and stared at Rayleigh, too scared to even accuse him of doing something to her friends.

For his part, Sanji was just as gentle as he would be with a friend. He struggled to his feet with his arms still burdened and carefully dragged both girls to the sidewalk, out of the way. "I told you ladies, this isn't a game," he warned in a quiet tone, mostly to the third. "I don't think you're ready to give your lives like a pirate, are you? Go on, shoo."

After all, there was still a pack of toughs over there. And Sanji was not feeling very generous towards them anymore. He did not have the will to let any of them leave the area conscious and undamaged.

[firstmate.livejournal.com]

Rayleigh took another swig from his bottle. He didn't particularly want to be noticed, though his conversation probably did draw a little attention. But it would be what it would be.

But with the lovely ladies out of the picture, it was just Sanji and those lackluster ruffians. It didn't take an experienced pirate to see how this would end.

[notadartboard]

It was over pretty quickly. Sanji wasn't even interested in toying with them one on one, he just wanted them all down and staying down. He leaped on one with an Escalope and before the guy even fell, sprang off his back and kicked through the rest, not even bothering to call his shots. He didn't need to, they were weak. He only left one conscious, so he could pick him up and slam him into the wall. "Just what are you assholes planning?" he snarled into the man's face, accompanied by a good puff of cigarette smoke. "This doesn't look like 'sending everybody home.'"

To his credit, the thug didn't look entirely panicked, although he was clearly unsure of his position. "Th-that isn't going to work," he stammered. "So they gave the order. Plan B. Destroy the machine."

"Destroy it...!" Sanji gaped, and then snarled at his captive and threw him aside. "Then you'll trap all of us here forever!"

He left the man on the ground and crossed back over to Rayleigh, taking a moment to catch his breath and mull things over. And if that liquor store behind him had cigarettes, he might need another new pack.

[firstmate.livejournal.com]

So that was their plan, was it? Destroying the machine... and trapping them in this world?

Huh. That struck him as odd.

Still, as Sanji came over, Rayleigh put on another smile. "You'll be up to stopping them, won't you?" Shakky wouldn't be very happy if he never came back, even if he did disappear for months at a time.

[notadartboard]

Sanji stood and smoked for a bit, until he came to the end of his cigarette. He crushed the butt against the sole of his shoe and put it away, checking to see how many he had left. Yep, he'd need a new pack at this rate.

"I'm not about to get trapped in this shitty world," he muttered darkly. "But I don't know if anybody else knows this information. It might change the way things are organized...if they are, at all." He shrugged. "I haven't seen much besides our kind just running around the streets beating on anyone who tries to beat them first. Could be different down where the porter-machine building is."