17th bite - a post of various forms

[ridethetiger]

[If anyone was in the nearby vicinity of the Porter building, they may have heard a very loud, ferocious roar; followed by a brief, mild rumbling like that of an earthquake. To go along with this rumbling, to the spiritually/magically/etc sensitive, a momentary surge in power (with accompanying flash of gold light for everyone to see).]

[A few minutes later, Bobby Morse and Selina Kyle both get texts:]

I m back and i do not wnt to go to scool. tomrw ok

[Tom Bronson gets several similarly horribly spelled texts along with many angry voicemails until he answers the damn phone!]

The network gets one small request in the form of a voice post:]

Someone get me my fucking pants!

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[soulbondee]

[Hello yet again, City! Here we have Yuma, with that stupid visor on his face, green lens over his eye. It only serves as a minor distraction from the two trails of stitches across his cheeks, crawling up between his eyes, and curving across his forehead, almost in a heart shape. But hey, for getting thrown out a fucking window, he doesn't look too bad. Of course, you can't really see the casts at this angle. He looks kinda meh -- more sullen and annoyed than outright depressed, but hey. There's some shame and embarrassment involved here too. Like a goddamn gift basket of feelings.]

So... I... kinda... need a favor.

... Again.

[This would be the part where he should make an embarrassed, dismissive sort of laugh, but he's too far in the dumps. He just shrugs one shoulder.]

I'm at this place, and the nurse says I'm not allowed to leave until my parents pick me up. [the FLATTEST LOOK OF ALL TIME. ] They're... not here. It's been me 'n Astral, and he's... [THE ONE WHO THREW ME OUT THE GODDAMN WINDOW. There's a flinch around his eyes, pulling a little at the stitches.]

So I dunno what else to do. I'd stroll right out if I could, but I can't bring it to anyone like this. Uh...

Can someone come over here and pretend to be my mom so I can go?

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[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

[Jon's sitting there on a bed, in view of the camera; the swelling has mostly gone down but it's still evident he's recently gone toe to toe with a gaggle of superhumans. He's dressed in plain hospital clothes, a white t-shirt, and he hasn't yet been on good behavior long enough to be allowed his glasses, so he's squinting a lot.]

How pedestrian this Network is of late. Complaining about losing friends. Once you have them, it's only a matter of time until they're gone--until they betray you. That's rather basic.

So, a litany of rather less obvious complaints! The food here is terrible. The sheets are thin. The library is the worst of all, and everyone working here is unprofessional and vindictive.

Your turn. What's really upsetting you?

[ooc; I wanted to thank everyone for making the Shanksgiving plot a roaring success, I'm so glad everybody had fun with it! You guys are the best. As of right now Jon's in NOHoPE and open to visitation threads too.]

(permavoice.)

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

What are the chances that other people where you're from are going to show up? [meaning, how long is she supposed to be married and without her husband?] I gather that usually husband and wife get ported separately?

I'm ... just wondering considering that it would be nice to have someone familiar around. It's getting just a little overwhelming being the only relic here. I don't understand when wearing pants that make men look like they stand on twigs, dirty hair and cheap beer became the standard for young men or that it's quite in fashion to listen to music that was considered bad in the 60s.

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[superspeedbjs]

[The Pro's standing on on the street, leaning against a lamppost. Smoking.]

Hhhh, another December here, huh? In two days I'll have been here for two years. Not that I'm complaining. I'd rather be stuck here and alive than back home and dead.

Never been much for holidays, anyway. Business is still the same old, same old. 'Cept here I get to pick and choose. [She's totally going to donate lots of cash to some kids' shelter or something though.] Winter, eh. Seen worse.

[A car pulls up, off camera, and a male voice can be heard asking, "How much for xxxx"? The last part is unintelligible.

The Pro just glances nonchalantly off camera and rolls her eyes.]

You can't afford it, bud. Shoo.

[Click.]

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[boozebot]

[The camera starts up, as Bender hurriedly balances it to get the best picture. Running offscreen in a hurry, he appears several metres away at a pile of straight steel rods and promptly begins to bend them. The metal tubing on his arms has been rolled up in order to show off his machinery. After he bends three, he suddenly turns to the camera.]

Oh! How embarrassing! I didn't know you were filming me doing incredible charity work that benefits both myself and the entire city. Yes, that's right, me, Bender, doing charity work! Make a note of it.

[He approaches the camera now, taking it into his hands to point at the pile.]

See, what with Eksmas coming up and all, I figure that we should all be preparing to protect ourselves from certain murder and destruction. And what would the Eksmas season be without a reinforced steel structure, complete with ammunition? That's why this bunker is open for everyone, as soon as I get it finished! How charitable of me, Bender. The only person who'll have to pay will be Zoidberg.

As a side note, can I axe if anyone knows where to buy grenades?