Man, we gotta get some shit started, so I'mma start it, right here, right now!

Gonna play a li'l game we call Marry, Shag, Cliff!

For the uninitiated, 's a game were y' make a comment, and then some other asshole's gonna give y' a list a three people, an' y' gotta come back with which one y' wanna spend yer life with, which one y' wanna hook it up with all night long- hell yeah!- an' which one y' wanna ever so gently shove off a really tall cliff. Sharp rocks is definitely at the bottom.

Who's in?

[ooc note: PLEASE TAG EACH OTHER AND GO CRAZY. Namur partially just wants to sit back and popcorn.gif as people embarrass each other ngl.]
20 August 2017 @ 10:36 pm
[It says a lot about Scott’s life that when he wakes up in a metal coffin in a different world than his own, it’s not even in the top ten of weirdest things to happen to him this month. He still has around his neck the power dampening collar Emma put on him after the kidnapping and Scott takes a moment to wonder if he blacked out because of her assault on his mind before he notices the white box and its contents. He then checks the information available and listens to Weiss's hologram a few times to make sure he gets all the info. So, he's in the wrong universe again. Must be Tuesday, carry on.

Shaking those thoughts of his mind, Scott claws at the collar but there's no getting rid of it without the code to unlock it. The beams of concussive force of his eyes might be a pain in the ass on occasion but he doesn’t like being this vulnerable in a strange place. When the audio transmission starts, the voice is polite and calm, obviously belonging to a young male.

There are a lot of things he wants to ask - If there are mutants in the cities, if anybody has seen his team, if totalitarian regimes are the norm here as well...but what he ends saying is:] 

Hello, good day. Is anybody around here good at picking locks?

[Because he is an idiot.

After the question, there's a silence while Scott cringes at his own words. He tries to come up with an explanation for his request that doesn't make him sound like a criminal.]

I' the middle of a complicated predicament, so I'd appreciate a little help.

[Yes, very good. That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Nailed it, Scott.]
Who: Namur (in Ted's body) and ANYONE
What: Just what it says on the tin
When: August 4
Where: Noted in prompts
Why?: <-
Warnings: Potty mouth

Schlepping around Genessia in Ted's body isn't exactly the way Namur planned to spend his Friday morning, and what a shitty situation that is. Can't taste anything with his face so he keeps bumping into people. He can see a lot better so he keeps gawking at leaves on distant trees and bumping into people. Seriously, it's rude. They want to fight or something? Oh right, it's him bumping into them. So he smiles sheepishly and waves, trying his best to dart through the crowd which seems far less inclined to part ahead of him than usual. What a pain in the ass...

Prompts Under the Cut )

After the weeks it took to finish, Ayame's first ever house is ready to open it's golden gate for guests. The groundwork was from the effort of Attleton's hardworking people; but Ayame finished the rest, putting together the floors, the walls, and roofs with nothing but her power. Every door is open for guests to come see every room inside at their own leisure, with the plants at the gardens at full bloom and an open swimming pool in the backyard as the centerpiece of the house. Ayame's Attleton neighbors, and friends in the fashion industry help populate this night of revelry...

The Backyard & Swimming Pool

Directly from the main gate are two large hardwood doors leading to the infinity pool. The roof is yet to be installed along with the walls, so it is for the meantime an outdoor swimming experience and a part of the entire backyard where the party is held. The tea room is yet to be installed, so in it's place is a small platform that acts as a stage for the performers. The bonsai greenhouse is also not built yet as well, allowing for more space in the backyard for guests to use as a patio with the bar, serving up drinks provided by Gale Reinhardt's night clubs After Life and Hangar Queen, including the special cocktails only available in both clubs. Assorted water guns are available for use.

There is a drinking challenge at the bar for anyone over 16. It can be a drinking contest between two or more individuals, with the last person standing is declared the winner. Or it can be a single-player match against the bartender, where he or she provides drinks that gets progressively stronger. If the contestant survives the strongest drink, they win the game. Winners get a prize of a glass trophy of themselves, a commemoratory photo with a certificate of proof that they won, a gift basket of snacks, and bragging rights.

The Dining Area

With it's doors and windows all open, the dining area is temporarily one with the backyard so guests can come and go to sample the Taiwanese feast on display on the dining table and kitchen island. Main dishes include Taiwanese-styled popcorn chicken (marinated with garlic, ginger, soy sauce, five-spice, and white pepper before being fried, making dipping sauces unnecessary), tofu fries, gua bao (pork buns, although available in chicken), black pepper buns (much like the gua bao, only the meat is stuffed inside the bread and is baked in a tandoor), & scallion pancakes (a flaky flatbread treat that comes with just the scallions, or can be used as a wrap for beef and chicken, with the added egg).

Desserts include: Run bing (peanut brittle shavings with scoops of ice cream, wrapped in a spring roll wrapper), red bean & pineapple cakes, finishing off with assorted bubble teas.

There is an eating challenge at the kitchen. Survive eating a full course meal of chicken or lamb curry with Carolina Reapers. Superhumans get an extra helping of the peppers to make it fair as possible. Preparing it requires the cook to wear a gas mask, and even inhaling the aroma of the peppers from a few feet away can cause most people to feel it burn their nose and throat. The contestant must finish the entire meal to win the full prize of a glass trophy of themselves, a t-shirt of proof that they won, a plush toy, and bragging rights. Not finishing only leaves them with participation t-shirt with a gold star that says "I tried".

The Living Spaces

With most of the noise being outside, the inside of the house is fairly quiet in comparison. The living room is still a place where people gather to converse without all the noise or risk getting splashed with water. Upstairs are the bedrooms, which are all open for people to come in and observe, with the two master bedrooms connected by the two-floored walk-in closet displaying all of Ayame's massive collection of clothes, bags, hats, shoes, and accessories. You're welcome to touch them or even try some of them on, but don't expect to vandalize it or leave the room with them without alerting the host. She's very protective of her collection.

Perhaps the quietest place in the house is also the most traditional. The guest portion of the house have tatami rooms both up and downstairs, with the latter having an elevated wooden corridor next to a small garden, providing fresh air to those who want to take a break or have a more private conversation.


(accidental) video

[The screen comes to life to blurry colors and quick motions, a glimpse at Gale Reinhardt staggering here, a glimpse at his apartment there, then there's a crash of a body hitting the floor.

A voice, Gale's, can be heard barking.]

Kriffing heels! See if I ever come to Nova again...


[Over the course of the day you can find "Gale Reinhardt" at home, speaking to a local sculptor ordering a life-sized statue of a Hutt to be sculpted and delivered as soon as possible.

Visiting his bars, he is making a nuisance of himself by quizzing people on everything from obscure details of bookkeeping to insisting on a complete overhaul of security protocols. He is also strangely insistent on all drinks being pink.]
09 July 2017 @ 09:45 pm
 A] [Action] Fortuna Palace
Faye was keeping pretty busy here as a game dealer. It was a job she'd done before, and a job that she could do very well. It was difficult not being able to join in and win all the money herself, but what she could do was screw over anyone that was being rude or gross towards her. She had a certain sleight of hand, undetected by the vast majority of people. For her role in the casino, Faye was always impeccably dressed - that was part of the fun - and she didn't mind winding down at the bar at the end of the shift, happily allowing others to buy drinks for her.

B] [Video]

Faye appears on screen, leaning into the camera with a choice amount of cleavage on show. "Hey, anyone out there any good with paint jobs on bikes? Even better if you can come to me, or collect the bike. I mean, having a vehicle is great and all - it works fine - but like hell am I riding a pink motorcycle through the city." Then, for good measure, she follows that up with a really rather charming grin and a wink.
Genessia City - Action & Audio
[ During the assault, Ayame had volunteered to use her abilities to repair any damages to the city brought by the breach instead of doing any fighting, so now that the breach has been quelled she keeps true to her word and finds any buildings or tattered street that could use a touch-up. A particular street suffered a lot of damage, it seems certain people were a little too trigger happy with their weapons, so standing upon it now Ayame simply waves her hand. Like magic, everything puts itself back in place, returning to their previous states before the attack. Every nail on the wall, all pieces of shattered glass and concrete, and even ones that got smashed into fine sand, put themselves back together like time is being reversed.

But as everything transformed looking good as new, Ayame finds herself out of breath with her heart racing and pounding so violently in her chest. Her head feels heavy that not even with a nursing hand on her forehead lessen the feel of its weight. She walks toward a wall, trying to catch her breath and trying to stay awake while she uses the wall as support. There is a ringing in her ears that she shakes off as she takes out her communicator device, sending out an audio for every citizen:

This is Ayame Sasaki. Any Guardian or citizen in need of repairs for damages to their properties, please contact me immediately. Guardian Haller, if there's any place else in the city you need me in, please direct me to it.

[ Ayame ends the feed there, dropping her device on the ground. She looks down on her hand only to see it trembling. ]

Oh no...

Text - Public - Evening
[ This may not be the best time to ask, given how things are. But Ayame thought it would make for a temporary distraction for the others. But mostly for herself as she tries to ignore and run away from her problems, already way ahead of Dante and Gale who are offering drinks by already drinking what alcohol she has in store at her apartment. During her patrolling in Genessia City, she finds a dog kennel and sees a particularly lonely wolfdog that she instantly connected with. ]

What would be a good name for a dog? Female. 3 years old. I'd like to keep a theme with my pets and have the name start with "Hi-", however I am not opposed to other ideas if you think it would be fitting.

[ She attaches a photo ]
18 June 2017 @ 01:43 am
End of Event Action - Nova City Archway )

[Voice - June 17]

[Gale was safely back in the penthouse he shared with Faye, although he was kind of stuck there for a while. It would take a while before his body could let a new stream of lucemite circulate and get his cybernetics back in working order... which meant no dancing or various other kinds of theatrics for a while.

His mood wasn't exactly the best either. For a variety of reasons. Between him dangerously over-exerting himself in the battle, the Guardian debates and now learning that asshole Jacques somehow mysteriously became the mayor of Nova City? What next? Is his Aerodactyl just going to drop dead on the roof? Could things possibly get worse?

Well, whatever. He'd at least broadcast a message while lazing on his couch, sounding very tired.]

If it's not one thing it's another, eh?

Alright, from now until the next paper comes 'round, drinks at After Life and Hangar Queen are half off. I think we could all use some drinks after all the shit that's happened here. I feel like debates are a terrible thing to follow up all that action with. [He mutters then.] Honestly, how are the Guardian hopefuls able to think right now?

That said, both clubs have plenty of staff positions open. If anyone's interested in some way or another, lemme know, yeah?

In the meantime, I think I need some sleep.

[Private Voice - After Life and Hangar Queen Staff]

Yes, that means half off of your drinks too. You know, the ones you have already discounted to begin with.

[He sighs in frustration.]

I won't be in either club for a while, so I'll have to ask you guys to hold the fort 'till I'm back. And don't do anything stupid- I've got cameras all over the place so if you do something, I will know. Just don't risk it. You guys aren't stupid.

Lemme know if something comes up that needs my attention though. I'm not completely helpless yet.
[Action: Genessia, backdated to Friday]

[Midday, Grell stares into a clothing store, seemingly mesmerized with the mannequins and their attire for the day. But if anyone looks closer, they could tell that she's not really looking at them. She's looking at her own reflection in confusion.]

...where is it... [She touches her neck with her fingers, where her mark (ooc: #2) of the crew she belongs to is.] Was it real?

[Talking to herself, mostly, but anyone could hear. Just...don't startle her.]

[Video, present day]

[As the sun begins its descent, Grell sits on the steps to the sheriff's office. There is enough light to do a video, luckily. Sitting at the top of the stairs is her dog, Copper, who seems content with watching the scenery.]

As most of you know, City Guardian elections are approaching, and while I do plan to run again, there are a few things I'd like to state. The reason I'm bringing them up now is because they will be something I'll strive for, whether I'm elected or not.

First, the appointment for Deputy Guardians in Everglade will not fall upon whomever gets elected City Guardian, but will be voted upon. I believe it is imperative for City Guardians to set an example that-- [Grell begins counting on her fingers] they can work with anyone, that they will allow the citizens to choose who works closely with the elected Guardian, and that they accept that those elected deputies will act as a check against the Guardian's judgement.

Those that wish to run must be of adult age, have no criminal record in the city they're running in, and must not have criminal offenses in more than two cities. Other stipulations may apply, but those are the most important.

Second, and this is just an idea that popped up not long ago, I strongly believe that those who lose their lives here should have at least one session of psychiatric counseling. Most will be opposed to it, as it is quite personal to talk to a stranger about your feelings, but there are those who might see this as a benefit they didn't believe they needed, and coming back from a traumatic experience weighs heavily on the mind.

Of course, opting out after the first session would be at the person's discretion.

[She sighs and then Copper pushes at her shoulder with a paw.]

Fine, fine, let's walk. [The feed ends there.]

[Private Voice to Marco]

I need to speak to you soon.

[Private Voice to Namur]

I remember everything. [And that's all the message she leaves.]
21 April 2017 @ 02:57 am

So I got bored.

While mired in the depths of this boredom, I invented a super cool fun new game for all your friends, family and children to participate in.

This game is called "Deadpool Stole Your Shit".

The rules are:

Look around your house!

Is something missing?

I fucking took it.

If you want to get it back you can goddamn find me and pry it out of my cold dead instantly regenerating hands, sucks to be all you normie suckers.

[[YOU WANT YOUR SHIT STOLEN? POST HERE! With whatever random item you want to have vanished. If you're not interested in being burgled, but you want to comment anyway, just mention it OOCly or in your title so I don't get confused.]]
31 March 2017 @ 11:33 am
[There was, Ignis couldn't help but think, little reason to trust anything that his welcoming materials or the welcoming hologram had told him. That he didn't have any reason not to trust them either was a null point. He had woken up in a strange place, alone, his head much less clear than he would have preferred.

He had since added a number of brochures to his scant new pile of belongings, flipping through the maps and failing to find any hint of familiarity. The hologram had named the world as Genessia, and if this wasn't an exceptionally thorough trick... Then things were as bad as they seemed.

His phone had been in his pocket when he checked. It had even had power, though no reception. When, after a time, no one else had appeared in the welcome area he started out.

Once outside it hadn't taken much wandering to find a bench. There he sat, mulling over the entire situation in his head. Panic in this situation wasn't useful, so he pushed up his glasses and got out the communicator that he'd been given.

Of the options available for it, audio seemed the safest at the time.

He takes a deep breath, and follows the instructions that had been laid out, holding the speaker towards his mouth.]

My name is Ignis Scientia, and I appear to be Genessia's newest abductee.

I was travelling with my friends before I woke up here, though I have no way of telling if they are here as well.

[He pauses for a moment, hesitating, but decides that, having given his own name there is no further harm that can come of identifying the others.]

Their names are Noctis, Prompto and Gladiolus. Any information would be appreciated. I can, if necessary, pay. Likewise, if any of you can hear this, please contact me.

On another note, the -

[Again a pause, as he works to remember the word.]

- hologram? Mentioned that there were others here who have been working to make their way home. Regardless of whether or not my friends are here, we will need a way home and I will provide any assistance I can in this process. Our responsibilities there are urgent.

Thank you for listening.

[He lowers the phone to his lap, and watches the street as he waits.]
19 February 2017 @ 04:56 pm


*Whatever pleasant thing you were doing with your evening is interrupt by the face of a man on the screen. The face is somewhat bruised, and very definitely passed out. Then a hand comes into view, grabbing harshly at a handful of hair and yanking the face into the screen to be sure everyone can get a good look*

Pay close attention, ladies and gentlemen. This is the face of a man who decided he could treat women the way he wanted. Sleep with them and murder them. Watch out for this piece of shit, and men like him. There's not a girl breathing that deserves to be used and abused. And definitely not killed.

*The voice comes sharply from above, not in view. The hand is soon removed, dropping the face to the ground, and in its place a white boot is pressing down on the top of the doctor's head*

Slimy son of a bitch. He's gonna get it comin' to him, that's for sure.

[Action - Random Bar... Here and There]

Partly to celebrate her first bounty since arriving, and partly as a way to get to know the place, Faye has been doing the rounds of various bars around Genessia and Nova. If it's a place that sells alcohol and doesn't look too slummy, then Faye will give it a try. She can be found in various locations, nursing a tall glass of vodka, smoking a cigarette too, if it's allowed. What's a girl like Faye doing all alone in a place like this? There's only one way to find out.

07 February 2017 @ 02:12 pm
Evaluate existentialism with a skeptical view.

[The feed starts with Arro quietly tending to a small garden he's set up in one part of his apartment. All around him are books, far more than he could successfully borrow from the library. In spite of the clutter they bring, it still has a comfortable look, and his garden is well-positioned near a window. He's planting seeds and tending to some very delicate vines that he's helping wrap themselves around a miniature trellis. He's working quietly, with his sleeves rolled up and different gloves from his usual sort on his hands. It is also very obvious the camera has been deliberately run as it has a good view of his work.]

Pardon my silence, I meant to speak while I work, but I let myself get distracted on what-ifs... However, I'm quite pleased at the wide variety of nocturnal plant-life here~ Even if I keep finding myself holding on to some old things that's somewhat difficult to let go of.

[As he speaks, he carefully covers the seeds, inserting plant food sticks and then carefully watering his garden.]

That said...I suppose I could talk about my business, but if you're interested in that, please leave a message. I could talk about the GSRF, but you've seen that quite a bit with the recent goings-on.

Instead, let me ask you about our place here. Some seem extremely ready to integrate; making the best of our situation, but that's hardly true of everyone. I have noted that to varying degrees there are grumbles, but how does everyone actually feel, being here?

Generally, when the status quo changes, we have a group that takes to the change immediately, a group that wishes for the old way but won't do anything about it, a group that's proactive in trying to change things back, and a group that takes a "wait-and-see" approach. Where are you on this spectrum?

For those that are curious, I'm a studious sort...and I'm willing to take to a change so I can study how everyone else is affected by it. The incident with Mr. Seek had a lot of peculiar results, for example.
29 January 2017 @ 06:28 pm
[Blue, webbed hands hold up the pretty date auction advertisement distributed through the paper.]

Look at this shit. Seriously?

[The flier gets tossed to the side, in favor of letting the camera focus on Namur's face. His teeth aren't fully bared, but there's certainly a bit more of a snap in the way he says his words.]

Come through time an' space an' differnt universes or dimensions or whatever the hell shit we gone through an' y'all still wanna auction each other off like random shit y' find in some ol' dead bloke's attic? Someone please 'splain it t' me cuz they couldn't back in Balamb. Y'all get some kinda thrill sellin' yer pals? Make y' feel powerful or some shit? Oh, 's okay cuz 's for charity, yer gonna say. Who gives a shit? Yer sellin' people!

[He pounds his fist on the table next to his communicator, making it jump. By the time the feed stops fuzzing and focuses again, he's running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down because he's getting more fired up than he meant. He takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly.]

A'ight, look. Anyone still watchin'. If y' sign up for this damned thing thinkin' 's gonna be fun or whatever an' y' wind up gettin' stuck with some asshole y' ain't okay with, but yer still gonna go through with it cuz charity or whatever- call me. I'll back y' up. Don't care if I never metcha 'fore. Need a 'mergency phone call oops gotta go, I'll make that call. Need a friend happens t' be close by jus' in case, tell me where an' when, I'll be there, catch me? Seriously.

[Namur gives a sloppy but well practiced salute. Anyone familiar with SeeD will recognize it instantly.]

Peace out, peeps.
25 January 2017 @ 05:48 pm

*There's an incredibly bored-looking young woman on the screen - someone new on the scene. She sighs and rolls her eyes at the camera and waves a hand, like she's really fed up of this place already, which she is*

Look, if I'm gonna be stuck on this shitty planet can someone at least tell me where a girl can get a drink?

*She reaches for her pocket, where she pulls out a pack of cigarettes. There's only one left, and she pulls a very displeased face at this*

Or tell me where I'll get good food. And a smoke.