Captain Hammer (
yesterdays_hero) wrote in
genessia2013-11-27 12:51 am
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I'll give him a PIZZA MY MIND ROFLMHOOMGLOLOLOLOL
WHO: Captain Hammer, OPEN!
WHAT: Hammer's organized a little meet 'n greet over pizza, his treat. What a nice superhero!
WHEN: November 27, 2013 - 7:00 p.m.
WHERE: Geraldi's Pizzeria - Genessia City
NOTES: Both prose and [action] tags are fine! There's also no pose order. GO NUTS. Don't forget to add your tag!
There's something very inviting about a pizza parlor. The combination of spices never fails to set a man's stomach to grumbling, and Captain Hammer is no exception. He's arrived twenty minutes early to put down an order for three extra large pies, figuring that would probably be enough to feed the ones who responded to his proposition. And if more arrive, they'll just order a few more pizzas.
He figured this was a good way for the people stuck in this weird little dump to know who they could befriend (each other) and who they could rely on to punch villains in the face (and that would be him).
The pizzas were set out on a long, high table ringed by barstools. There were plates, napkins, forksfor the weak, a basket of breadsticks, a pitcher of root beer on one end, and a pitcher of real beer on the other. Hammer himself was perched on one of the barstools, enjoying a slice of pizza heaped with pepperoni and olives. One boot rested on the floor, the other was hooked on the lowermost rung of his barstool.
WHAT: Hammer's organized a little meet 'n greet over pizza, his treat. What a nice superhero!
WHEN: November 27, 2013 - 7:00 p.m.
WHERE: Geraldi's Pizzeria - Genessia City
NOTES: Both prose and [action] tags are fine! There's also no pose order. GO NUTS. Don't forget to add your tag!
There's something very inviting about a pizza parlor. The combination of spices never fails to set a man's stomach to grumbling, and Captain Hammer is no exception. He's arrived twenty minutes early to put down an order for three extra large pies, figuring that would probably be enough to feed the ones who responded to his proposition. And if more arrive, they'll just order a few more pizzas.
He figured this was a good way for the people stuck in this weird little dump to know who they could befriend (each other) and who they could rely on to punch villains in the face (and that would be him).
The pizzas were set out on a long, high table ringed by barstools. There were plates, napkins, forks

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And this woman is worried about losing her job.
"But what about the rest of us? Could you help us get back home, or at least contact somebody and tell them what's going on here?"
Don't mind the other response
"I can't take you home through the methods I use. You will need something similar to a passport to be able to go to the Nexus" Sofia paused. "As for you getting pulled into an alien world, that's going to take a lot of explaining..."
What other response?
"So, does that mean you have some idea about what this... place is?"
I made two different replies, it's no biggie.
Just playing along.
"Okay, but that doesn't explain why we're here. Or why this place wants us to give something up to make an Archway that leads to a bad copy of our homes."
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"For example, I knew this ethnic group from one of my missions. We called them the Ylyans. They possessed a unique ability to convert water into a solid object that isn't ice. They could shape it to whatever way they want, and as dense as they could. They even used it as weapons strong enough to cut through bronze. We got reports of a lot of them suddenly missing from their native universe. Showing up in newly born worlds just like this one we're in. Even when we got them back home, new reports came in and showed native people from worlds the Ylyans were taken to, began showing similar abilities" Sofia slides the holographic images, showing a new group. "Now these people can do the same things the Ylyans could, just with oil, the others with their own blood, and then this group can do the opposite and turn solid objects into liquid..."