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victoriaous.livejournal.comHow would any of you feel about helping with the overpass cleanup and scoring some serious points with Norman?
Oct. 28th, 2009
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Oct. 28th, 2009 08:07 amrictory.livejournal.com[[Anyone living with X-Force would've felt the building shake by now.]]
Star's been ported out.
Star's been ported out.
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scarabsuitedSo, hey. Just one quick question for you guys:
Anybody...not get their powers back yet?
--Okay, I lied. Second quick question:
Any awesome, from-the-far-flung-future tech in thehouseCity?
[private to Senior Blue Beetle:]
I have no idea what's going on, or if the Scarab's still even in me. It's quiet. Too quiet. And that'd be funny if I wasn't freaking out a little about it. Is there any chance at all that it might've, I don't know, found its way back to you? For old time's sake or something?
[private to Mister Skrullpants Hulkling:]
Things okay back home?
Anybody...not get their powers back yet?
--Okay, I lied. Second quick question:
Any awesome, from-the-far-flung-future tech in the
[private to Senior Blue Beetle:]
I have no idea what's going on, or if the Scarab's still even in me. It's quiet. Too quiet. And that'd be funny if I wasn't freaking out a little about it. Is there any chance at all that it might've, I don't know, found its way back to you? For old time's sake or something?
[private to Mister Skrullpants Hulkling:]
Things okay back home?
shiromadoushiHas-- has anyone seen Misao-chan today...?
The restaurant just called... she didn't show up... She's not in her room, her com is still here, I don't know where to look-- [[cuts himself off before he can start to get too upset]]
She-- she's gone away before-- without saying thing anything but-- but nothing happened this time, I don't think anything happened, I don't know, I haven't-- [[again he stops himself, taking a deep breath.]]
The restaurant just called... she didn't show up... She's not in her room, her com is still here, I don't know where to look-- [[cuts himself off before he can start to get too upset]]
She-- she's gone away before-- without saying thing anything but-- but nothing happened this time, I don't think anything happened, I don't know, I haven't-- [[again he stops himself, taking a deep breath.]]
The 3rd Job - [accidental video]
Oct. 28th, 2009 07:53 pm20-lbs-of-crazy.livejournal.com[The first scene that clicks on is a view of the city from high up, the camera wobbling a bit as its owner fiddles with something. The camera pans right to show the door to the building for a split second, before the video jerks--
--and suddenly the comm is in Central Park. Its owner stumbles a bit, and a gloved hand comes into view as she steadies herself on a bench.]
Oh, give me a break.
[She starts moving again, but there's another jerk, and now the camera is pointed at a bookshelf in the library-- a shelf full of cookbooks. There's a squawk, and the video pans to focus on a tiny woman standing there, clutching a Betty Crocker book to her chest in shock. An elbow blocks the frame as Parker puts her finger to her lips.]
Shh! This is a library! You have to be quiet!
She turns and hurries in the other direction past the rows of books, but before she can make it to the main reading room, the camera jerks again-- and now she's in a bedroom with a very busy couple. The woman screams, and there's another jerk, and now Parker's in an ice cream shop. The girl scooping a waffle cone misses the cone entirely in her shock.
Again the scene jumps-- to a dentist's office-- to a bathroom where someone is obliviously singing in the shower behind a curtain (way off key)-- to a grade-school classroom-- and finally back on the rooftop again. Fingers obscure the camera and the video shuts off.]
[Text appended about a minute later after Parker tries and fails to delete the post]
Anybody know how to get rid of hiccups?
[OOC: Yes, I was bored. If you want Parker to pop in where you are, let me know in OOC comments and we can quicklog.
BEDTIME - will try to pick up when I get home from work tomorrow. Back but sporadically in and out due to Halloween preparations. I'll pick up when I can.]
--and suddenly the comm is in Central Park. Its owner stumbles a bit, and a gloved hand comes into view as she steadies herself on a bench.]
Oh, give me a break.
[She starts moving again, but there's another jerk, and now the camera is pointed at a bookshelf in the library-- a shelf full of cookbooks. There's a squawk, and the video pans to focus on a tiny woman standing there, clutching a Betty Crocker book to her chest in shock. An elbow blocks the frame as Parker puts her finger to her lips.]
Shh! This is a library! You have to be quiet!
She turns and hurries in the other direction past the rows of books, but before she can make it to the main reading room, the camera jerks again-- and now she's in a bedroom with a very busy couple. The woman screams, and there's another jerk, and now Parker's in an ice cream shop. The girl scooping a waffle cone misses the cone entirely in her shock.
Again the scene jumps-- to a dentist's office-- to a bathroom where someone is obliviously singing in the shower behind a curtain (way off key)-- to a grade-school classroom-- and finally back on the rooftop again. Fingers obscure the camera and the video shuts off.]
[Text appended about a minute later after Parker tries and fails to delete the post]
Anybody know how to get rid of hiccups?
[OOC: Yes, I was bored. If you want Parker to pop in where you are, let me know in OOC comments and we can quicklog.
readingink.livejournal.com... Lyra.
[There's a dripping sound. The camera is on now, and the familiar sight of ink splattered across a mass of papers is seen. 6 does not look... as frantic as he did at the last episode he had, standing quietly before his drawings with the camera flickering on. Ink is dripping from his fingers to the floor, and his expression is...
one of exhaustion, as deep as his bones. His face seems wet, both with slight spatters of ink, and the faintest hint of tears, but he doesn't seem frightened at all.
The pictures that he stands over are clear, even in the faint light of the room.
A girl floating... or a corpse of one, the details of the organs and the neatly cut skin all carefully detailed with the meticulous care of a master, even with his fingers. Her face is somewhat hazy, blurred to hide her features, but everything else is in sharp detail.
A crumbling city, thousands of faces drawn faintly within and around it like a puzzle, feathers framing the destruction, with a ball of spiraling light at the center.
And finally, a tree... standing all alone against a background of white, the apples ripe and ready to be picked. Fluttering, caught upon a slender branch, is a cloak, the edges ragged and old.
6 slowly sits down, rubbing his eyes.]
...
... I am... tired...
[Now locked from: The Joker, Robin III and Batman]
[[ooc: Totally have permission from Knives-mun oh yes indeedy]]
[There's a dripping sound. The camera is on now, and the familiar sight of ink splattered across a mass of papers is seen. 6 does not look... as frantic as he did at the last episode he had, standing quietly before his drawings with the camera flickering on. Ink is dripping from his fingers to the floor, and his expression is...
one of exhaustion, as deep as his bones. His face seems wet, both with slight spatters of ink, and the faintest hint of tears, but he doesn't seem frightened at all.
The pictures that he stands over are clear, even in the faint light of the room.
A girl floating... or a corpse of one, the details of the organs and the neatly cut skin all carefully detailed with the meticulous care of a master, even with his fingers. Her face is somewhat hazy, blurred to hide her features, but everything else is in sharp detail.
A crumbling city, thousands of faces drawn faintly within and around it like a puzzle, feathers framing the destruction, with a ball of spiraling light at the center.
And finally, a tree... standing all alone against a background of white, the apples ripe and ready to be picked. Fluttering, caught upon a slender branch, is a cloak, the edges ragged and old.
6 slowly sits down, rubbing his eyes.]
...
... I am... tired...
[Now locked from: The Joker, Robin III and Batman]
[[ooc: Totally have permission from Knives-mun oh yes indeedy]]