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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[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Fine." Aaron was tired and hungry, but not about to admit it in front of the other officers. He knew what it could do to morale. He raised his shield as a can of Monster sailed through the air, and split on the front of it, sending a smelly guarana mist into the air. In a moment he locked in with the officers to either side of him again and glanced back at Jack as he held his ground.

"You?"

[out_of_time]

"Oh, I'm great," Jack said wearily. He was dead in his feet and it was getting harder and harder to hide it. But he still stood firm, even as someone broke a plaster cutlass on the shield he was pushing against. "Ready to finish this?"

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Of course." He gave a frustrated shove with his shield as someone tried to bounce against it. It sent them flying back a good couple feet. "I can probably push us forward a little more." Though, even for a vampire, in a mob he could only do so much.

[out_of_time]

"We'll all push," Jack said firmly, and yelled out to the other officers. "EVERYONE READY! ALL TOGETHER NOW: ONE, TWO, THREE, PUSH!" They all dug their boots into the pavement and strained as one, throwing themselves against the mob, slowly driving them back as the shield line advanced.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron pushed with the other officers, but kept a little ahead, giving the line a hint of a wedge formation that allowed them an advantage against the crowd. They were making ground, be it slowly, but their advancing was being noticed now. Bottles and props started to come their way, but most bounced off the shields.

Down the line, an officer staggered back from the advance, face bloodied from a lucky hit with a lightsaber.

[out_of_time]

"Damn it!" While other officers dragged away the injured man and replaced him in the line, Jack broke away, ran to the van, then came back with a brightly-coloured shotgun. He singled out the man with the faux-lightsaber, still flailing away with it in brown Jedi robes. Jack took aim over the shields and dropped him with a bean bag round.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

When Jack dropped the flailing Jedi, Aaron gave a shout and pushed with his shield against the pressure of the mob. He knew the other officers were tiring rapidly, but they had to get the crowd to realize they were not going to hold out against the police quickly, or they would eventually overpower the line. He heard some shouting, and a little of the pressure pushing up against his shield seemed to be relieved.

"Jack! Check the crowd!" The last thing he wanted was for the pressure to let up and then come back with more force, overrunning them.

[out_of_time]

Jack looked over the top of the shield wall again, and saw the faces of the enemy (those who weren't wearing stormtrooper masks at least). He saw tired faces, desperate faces, fearful faces, faces streaked with tears.

"They're wavering! We've almost done it!" He yelled. "One more time! ALL TOGETHER NOW: ONE, TWO, THREE, PUSH!"

This last effort had better do it, because it's the last one Jack is physically capable of. He can feel his legs threatening to give out from under him even as he braces them and once more throws his shoulder into it.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

It was a titanic effort, all the police pushing in one desperate effort against the crowd, while it was pushing back in its own attempts to keep them at bay. Aaron lowered his shoulder, putting as much force as he dared behind it.

"Come on!" He looked over at the officer next to him, and Jack beyond them, they both looked spent as he gave another push with his shield. Just then, the pressure started to let off, people started to turn and that sense of resistance against them slowly began to lift.

[out_of_time]

Once the crowd began to break, it broke hard and it broke fast. First the resistance against the shields was slowly lifting, then suddenly it was completely gone, so that some officers stumbled as the thing they had been pushing so hard against abruptly disappeared. One moment the Crabhammers were edging away and looking nervous, the next they were throwing down their weapons and either raising their hands or running as fast as they could down the street. Jack yelled for the wall to stay intact, while officers moved past it to place the surrendering suspects under arrest.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Now Aaron looked as winded as the others, as he took a breath and glanced over at Jack. He held his spot, shield still at the ready, but turned it occasionally to let officers and surrendered Crabhammers through.

"About time." A girl with plastic fangs hissed somethin at him as she was led by, but he just ignored her.

[out_of_time]

Jack sighed. "Yeah." That was all he had energy to say right now. He lowered his weapons and leaned on a shield, watching a Klingon fling down his bat'leth and howl in despair at the dishonour of his defeat. But once the cuffs were on him, he went quietly, along with so many others.

"I think we're gonna need more cells. And the courts are gonna be busy for months." More problems, more challenges to face. Later, though. Not now.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Not to mention all the paperwork involved in the arrests. He wouldn't be surprised if a few fell through the cracks, so long as the leaders were kept in cells. He nodded and once the remainder of the surrendered forces were loaded into the wagons, he lowered his shield and sighed, running a hand through his once neat hair. He tugged at his tie and when he looked down at the ground, he picked up a pair of crushed, familiar glasses.

"I need a drink after this." One officer near him almost did a double take, but then realized their mistake in doing so as Aaron gave them a sidelong glare. They were all tired, so instead he just chose to ignore it. "You should go home, Jack. I'll finish up here."