| RAF Mildenhall, UK- Saturday Fandom time |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
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Jaina was really regretting getting John that Snuggie for his twenty-sixth birthday, for the simple fact that he never seemed to want to take it off. She'd raised an eyebrow when he said that he wanted it, and moreso when she actually had to go buy one and it was suddenly reality, but she'd figured it was something that he'd think was cool for a day and that'd be it.
Nope.
And after a while of watching him walk around in it today, she finally just had to say it. "Why do I think I'm being replaced by a sheet of fabric with holes?"
[For the Snuggie wearer. For shame.] |
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| Christmas day and the next, Tokyo City, Japan |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|09:00 pm] |
25 December
The portal had dropped off Momoko and a howling Moshi, unhappy at being in a traveling cage, at the back of the Lab in the early morning, but the building was completely empty. "Hello! Sorry to intrude!"
( Read more... )
[establishy, NFB for distance :)] |
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| New York City (Ultimate Universe), Saturday early evening |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|05:50 pm] |
Spider-Man |
There was bad and there was bad. Spider-Man thought that today had been about as bad as it got, but then he came face-to-abs with the Hulk. If he moved... Hulk might start smashing things. If he fled... Hulk might start smashing things. Basically anything he did... Hulk might start smashing things.
So Spider-Man did the only think he could think of. "Hi. Um, I'm Spider-Man. Hulk? Do you know where you are?" |
( Cut for heroism, smashing, demon fighting, reunions, and a big to be continued. )
[OOC: Plot elements and some dialogue taken from Marvel Comics' Ultimate Spider-Man: Ultimatum. To find out what happened to Hulk, refer to Ultimatum. To find out what happened to Doctor Strange, check out two pages of Ultimatum. And then the aftermath of that is in Ultimate Fantastic Four: Requiem. This damn event really gave a middle finger to the art of straightforward narrative. To find out what happened to Peter and Zero... stay tuned!
Preplayed with the humorous and coordinated ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) swerval_zero.] |
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| Peyton's Room at the Arm's Hotel: Saturday Afternoon [12-26-09] |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|05:35 pm] |
Peyton had driven in from North Carolina to hang out with Angela and hopefully see some of her other friends, handwavily leaving them messages on their voicemail. It didn't take her long to check in and get herself situated while she waited for Angela - or anyone else who might happen to show up.
[ooc: If you think you would have gotten a voicemail from Peyton you did.] |
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| [OOC] TA requested |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:13 pm] |
Just as a head's up, there is a Assistant TO THE Teacher TA position open for Jim's business class. TAs will be expected to help with activities when I actually come up with activities for them to help with and post class if I'm randomly too sick to think or got kidnapped to Mexico or something. Comments are screened just in case nobody signs up so I can hide my shame.
Sunday at noon Real Time (Central) is the cutoff and if there are many volunteers, I'll hit up the RNG. |
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| OOC: Keep those info posts coming! |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Nothing really new for Adrian, but I thought it was time to maybe shorten down his info post into a handy-to-read format. I also have new shirtless icons to use in lieu of OOC ones so I figured that would keep anyone from complaining!
( Adrian! )
New characters, please see this post in regards to his powers and what he can/can't read from you. |
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| New York City (Ultimate Universe), Saturday late afternoon |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
Zero |
The water was receding, and as the last few people headed down the web slide and off the train--good thing, too, because Zero was pretty sure the webbing was due to disintegrate pretty soon--she took stock of the contents of her backpack. Peter's clothes, her wallet, sunglasses, hair elastics, lip balm, that jump drive she'd been looking for, a water bottle (two-thirds full), a couple of half-smushed granola bars she kept in there for snacks between classes, mints, brass knuckles, iPod, notebook left over from one of her classes last semester, camcorder, croquet mallet. She wished she'd packed a first aid kit, but this was supposed to be a routine shopping trip. Actually, now that she thought about it, she should've brought a first aid kit on a routine shopping trip. She'd been shopping with Parker enough times to know that bargain hunters could be vicious animals.
Then she had An Idea and went to steal the train car's onboard first aid kit. It was an emergency, this was totally what it was for. She had to ditch Peter's clothes, the notebook, iPod, and her camcorder to fit it in her bag, but she made it work, and made sure to put Peter's wallet back in before jamming the entire first aid kit in there. Then it was her turn to go down the slide.
Once her feet were firmly on tar paper, she set down her bag and started relacing her combat boots more firmly. "Right, I'm sure help will be on the way soon," she told everyone, since she had somehow become Natural Disaster Group Leader (probably it had something to do with the yelling and bossiness), then stood up and unbraided her hair from the pigtails she'd put it in that morning, yanking it up into a ponytail on top of her head. "In the meantime..." She put on her sunglasses. They had little bunny ears on them. Fear her. "I have to go yell at my boyfriend." She shouldered her pack and headed down the fire escape and into the wet, wreckage-strewn streets, wading toward Manhattan. |
( Cut for the aftereffects of massive flooding in a major metropolitan area, Satanic imagery on a hero, demons, and nightmarish images including preppy clothing. )
[OOC: Plot elements and snippets of dialogue taken from Marvel Comics' Ultimate Spider-Man: Ultimatum. At least the big guest star in this post got a better ending than he did in the actual comic. Bah.
Preplayed with the awesome and stupendous swerval_zero.] |
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| OOC: Oh look an infopost. |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|11:50 pm] |
So I didn’t app anyone new this time around, either. We'll see about a townie once the new term starts and I actually get a sense of how much time and effort RL school work will require. In the meantime, I present to you a collection of random bullet points about everyone's favorite daughter of a woman with multiple personalities.
Kate Gregson, from United States of Tara
- Postcanon until new canon arrives. (S2 is set to start in March, wheee!)
- Junior and 16 years old.
- Lives in room 324 with Bobby Drake.
- Will snark at you.
( And then all sorts of tl;dr little things. )
The mun
- Corazon/Johanna/queencorazon/QueenCorazon on Twitter
- E-mail: vanillajello [at] wippies [dot] fi /AIM: justonepersona (e-mail is your best bet)
- EET (GMT +2, US EST +7)
- Around most weekdays from 5 PM to about midnight EET, and pretty much all the time on weekends.
- Finnish (which, as Tracy will probably now remember, is not the same as Swedish), 3rd year English major, language nerd, music junkie, random heroine etc etc ad infinitum. |
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| Room 324, Saturday Afternoon |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
After the thing with Ben at the mall on Monday, Kate had done the rest of her shopping in a daze, kind of disoriented. She'd even bought a green top. She never really wore green, but she was wearing it now, paired with black skinnyjeans. She'd bought it; might as well wear it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind it was a symbol for that weird feeling of victory she'd felt at seeing Benjamin walk away.
After Monday, the rest of the week had been pretty mellow. Board games, food, hanging out, bad holiday movies, sharing a bottle of peppermint schnapps with her brother. Vegging out in front of the Xbox. Getting presents. Eating some more. Being... happy, really. And kinda surprised by it.
Of course, Alice had shown up and had a few concerns to voice about the way Kate was living in Fandom, but even that had been kind of okay. Eventually. It was a part of Kate's life.
But it was enough to remind her why she was living in Fandom now, and she was glad to be back.
She was nearly finished with her unpacking. Some of her things still had glitter on them, but she was fine with that. It was just a little bit of glitter. The door was half-open, and the music would probably inform people she had returned a day early.
[ooc: Open post! *clings to the internet* Omg I have catching up to do.] |
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| ooc: ta's needed |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
As evidenced here (yes, I totally linked my class sign up, shut up), Loki's teaching again! And he, of course, is looking for two (2) TA's to help out during the class in whatever nefarious innocent way I can think of.
If you haven't taken or ever read any of Loki's posts, just know he's prone to cursing, judging, labeling, insulting, or just generally being a jackass to you if he feels like it. That's all completely IC and has no bearing on what I think OOC. It's just how he is.
That said, if you wanna help out, go ahead and ping in here. If there's a few of you, I'll RNG two and we'll go from there! Comments are screened! |
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| Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Saturday afternoon |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|12:20 pm] |
Priestly paused outside the sub shop, took a deep breath, then shoved the door open and strode in, arms out.
"Everybody relax!"
A blond girl he didn't know at the counter let out a small squeak of what might be terror. Mr. Julius -- who'd probably seen him coming from his spot by the window -- ignored him. Trucker looked up from the grill, smiled, and said "Priestly! What the hell are you doing with your hair, these days?"
It was good to be home.
( Just a bit of sub shop fluff )
[nfb, nfi, and all those usual letter combos.] |
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| OOC: Minion All-Call |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|09:57 am] |
Ghanima is looking for a pair of minions TAs for World Mythology, to be determined by the whims of the RNG. Duties include passing out handouts, posting for me if I get eaten by RL, and, if there's a myth you're passionate about, the opportunity to teach class that day.
Also, laughing at your classmates for the final, but we'll get there.
Comments are screened, TAs will be drawn on Wednesday the 30th. |
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| Rooms Of the OT3, Hyperion |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|09:48 am] |
It was the day after Christmas and instead of sleeping in with her favorite two men in the world, Seraphim and Valkyrie had decided that she needed to get up and spend time with them.
After feeding them both, she played with the new Wii Fit for a little bit and then curled up on the couch -- where the two demanding cats then took over her lap for attention. This gave her time to think about how much she had enjoyed this Christmas spent with those she loved the most.
Her laptop was on the table in front of her as was her phone.
[[OOC: For the boys, or anyone else that lives in the Hyperion and for e-mails or phone calls, too.]] |
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| Connor Safehouse, Day after Christmas |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|06:11 am] |
John was still finding bits of wrapping paper and bits of wrapped bots (seriously, never leaving ribbon out again; it'd be locked up in the gun safe from now on) all over the house, but he didn't mind much.
He was busy playing with his gifts and enjoying things that didn't involve having to chase a pocketwatch covered with bows around the house.
Also? He was trying to figure out why a pocketknife would need an ink pen that fit into the corkscrew thing; it was genius.
[Open for phone calls, visitations, or gifts. |
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| Haven City to Dead Town, Saturday |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|08:23 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | my canon: defines 'difficulty spike', plot: jak ii, what: beating up some fuckers, what: catching up on canon, what: oh god no, what: spontaneous genre changes, where: dead town, where: haven city, who: daxter, who: jak, who: torn | ] |
( One more mission into Dead Town. And a shocker. )
[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-ok, taken from Jak 2: Renegade. Mmmm. Smells like twist. ]] |
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