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Entry tags:
- *in progress,
- *open,
- alastair | hacker,
- calvin | stupendous man,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- peter parker | spider-man,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † !—dropped characters—! †,
- † bakura | n/a,
- † boyd langton | rossum,
- † curtis doyle | freedom ring,
- † gamzee makara | mirthful messiahs,
- † geddoe | raijin,
- † hank mccoy | beast,
- † hans von hammer | enemy ace,
- † jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † joel weinberg | houston,
- † megamind | megamind,
- † selina kyle | catwoman,
- † seras victoria | n/a
In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.
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)
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)
12:30 AM For Aaron though others can say hi if they'd like.
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.
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"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.
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By her, or someone else she wasn't yet sure which.
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"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?
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"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."
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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."
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"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.
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"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.
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Seras grinned at the sight of their departure. "Finally! Now to book this one and get him into some proper prison clothes instead of that getup he has on."