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capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-08-21 02:39 am

THE WHEELS OF STEEL ARE TURNING

WHO: These lucky contestants
WHERE: Various boroughs of the City, and the demon dimension.
WHEN: Tuesday, August 21st, 11:54 am and onward.
WARNINGS: This post may contain graphic depictions of violence, psychological horror, and adult themes; it will definitely contain adult language. Viewer discretion advised.
SUMMARY: Vulcanus tries to blow up a collection of buses around the City in order to incite anti-imPort rioting; Lachesis mixes things up again. see here for details.
FORMAT: Go crazy, kids.


Each bus will have a labeled thread in the comments. To recap:

Bus W will explode. Lachesis will teleport these ImPorts to a location near the bus just after it explodes. Those who are assigned to this bus, you must be the heroes that the City demands. The damage will carve a hole in the street, and civilians are at risk for debris/fires/etc.

Bus X will yank imPorts inside of it and induce a week-long power switch. From 8/21 at 12 PM to the following Tuesday, 8/28 at 12 PM, characters will have their powers switched with another ImPort passenger. All characters on this bus have their new powers assigned.
Correction: this bus is located in Brooklyn.

Bus Y will yank imPorts inside of it for one minute, and then transport its imPorts to the demon dimension until midnight. Envision Dante's Inferno as the setting, but with the twist that ANYTHING CHARACTERS IMAGINE WILL MANIFEST IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.

Bus Z will yank imPorts inside of it for one minute, and then with a LOUD SCREECHING NOISE, it will infect imPort minds with radio signals, songs, dialogue, AND IMPORTANT PLOT-RELATED INFORMATION THAT VULCANUS DOESN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW for the rest of that day. There is no way to turn this off for the entire day. ImPorts will be returned to their prior locations at the end of one minute. All characters on this bus have their unique mental broadcasts assigned.
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2012-08-23 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I think they got it.

[Kids were good at running away from things, usually. And sure enough, these ones didn't need to be told twice.

It had been a long time since Jessica had done this kind of thing. Had gone out and helped people. Even on accident. She'd forgotten how good it could feel.]
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[personal profile] recurve 2012-08-24 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, they got it. And away they go, leaving their rescuers alone and in the midst of the fire and the smoke. Kate finally glances down at her hands, red and black and raw where her gloves didn't cover, probably burnt from her ill advised attempt to lift the first piece of debris. She'll need to clean and bandage them, but it just doesn't seem like a priority now. She turns back to Jessica, coughing sharply.]

You okay?
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2012-08-25 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah. I'm good. [She takes a moment to breathe, dusting some of the dust off her jeans.]

Hey. How did you know my name?

[Please God, let it not be some weird internet thing.]
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[personal profile] recurve 2012-08-25 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Kate's face contorts as she stares at Jessica. At first she thinks maybe it's the smoke and crap in the air messing with her vision, making Jessica look younger than she really is. But on second thought, it's totally within the realms of possibility and reason to think that maybe Jessica really is younger than she is back in Kate's time and place.

That possibility hurts. It stings, and it's almost worse than the pain radiating from her hands.]


We're... [She pauses. What are they? Friends? Associates? Something else entirely?] You're kind of, I don't know, like a mentor-type-confidante thing to me and my friends. Or you were. Or will be, maybe. Timelines, what are they.
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2012-08-25 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Shit, I'm— [And she catches herself, she doesn't mean to cuss infront of, well, not a kid, but maybe someone who looked up to her once. Will look up to her someday. Whatever.]

I don't know what I am. But I hate time travel.
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[personal profile] recurve 2012-08-25 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Me too.

[This is the second time she's had to deal with this stuff. And it probably won't be the last, knowing how the Porter operates.]

I'm Kate. Hawkeye. [She spares a quick glance at her hands.] I'd shake but I think I should clean up first.