capeandcowllogs | 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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This isn't a fucking conspiracy, come on! [ He shakes his head, frustration blatant on his face. ]

You think I'm joking about this?

No. I don't think you'd be this good at messing with people. So. This is a real thing. But still is a bullshit hippie thing.

[ Shows what you know, April. He scrunches his nose in response. ]

Hey! My mom got me into TM, don't knock it!

And my mom swoons to saxophone music played by dukes. We all have poor life choices in our genetic history. And all I can still hear right now is how they want to keep people in a corner and harvest them so try again.

They don't fucking harvest anyone! Jesus, it's a meditation technique to help you clear your mind!

That is what the Spice Girls tell me.

[And burying her face in her hands again.]

Fine. Okay. Whatever. Give me something to think about other than Vulcans.

Vulcans? Like fucking emotionless dickbags Vulcans? Or Vulcanus?

Us. Us. God, does no one even look at art anymore? You don't help and don't read my desk. You suck as a person.

What? I'm trying to help you!

And I drew a picture! All question go to the desk and give me a stupid phrase already.

Fine, fine! Uh, Edward's suit yesterday made me want to barf.

Edward, Mitchell?

[She gives a snort of laughter with that. But...then closes her eyes and starts mouthing the words. Trying, okay. Even if it probably won't end well.]

[ He snorts ]

It was fucking green! Anyway, just keep that going on.

If I vomit when he has green on tomorrow because I thought this for five million hours today, I'm pinning it on you.

Fine! At least you'll be distracted. Now come on, be quiet for a bit and try it!

[ He folds his hands in his lap, and waits. He's really hoping she'll get into the zone, but that's wishful thinking. ]

[So very, very wishful. It's about two seconds before she just collapses on the floor. Like a fish. Or a deflated sex doll.]

I'm going to have to kill myself. That's the only option.

Er. April? It's not that bad yet. This is the City! It'll probably be over by the end of the week anyway.

Week. Week. Okay. I need a building to jump off. It's not like I won't respawn.

Hey! Let's not go that far yet! Come on, it could be a lot fucking worse.

Nothing is worse than the 90s.

I'm sorry, did you miss out on the fucking eighties?

Yes. I fucking did.

[Gives him a glare from the floor. Twenty two, Mitch.]

Oh.

Well, everything shitty about the nineties was worse in the eighties.

Isn't that what cocaine was for. Surviving the 80s.

Fuck that shit, it was bad for those of us who weren't interested in drugs.

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