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[07 Apr 2008|10:08am] |
April 5th, year unknown, place unknown.
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Max Evans
Shinn Asuka
Clouds start banking in slowly in the morning, building up speed the closer it gets to noon. Around noon the clouds drop, the dark things open up and pour out torrential rains, hurricane force winds, booming thunder and shocking lightning. This storm will not let up force until nightfall, where it will lessen into drizzling rain from a soft summer storm.
The mansion still happens to be playing elevator music, louder this time. There is also an invasion of Fairies. These little things stand about three inches tall, have wings and flutter about here and there. They cannot talk, but they can squeak at you. These fairies are good, neutral and evil.
Watch where you step! When a loud boom of thunder sounds a few fairies faint!
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| Max Evans Arrives |
[07 Apr 2008|11:34am] |
Who:Max Evans and OTA
What:His arrival
When:Evening in Roswell. No telling at the mansion.
Where:Roswell to The Mansion
Rating:PG
Status:In Progress
The night was still and every sound seemed amplified as Max hurried over to ‘The Crashdown’ to meet with Liz. She sounded urgent on the phone and wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Even riding with the top down on his jeep gave him little relief that night as Roswell was presently experiencing a heat wave and had been for the past four days. Max thought people began to behave differently when the temperatures stayed oppressive for a long period of time; he didn’t like that…Max counted on predictability.
Arriving at the Crashdown Café, he parked his jeep slowly and walked at a stroll. He had to assume he was always being watched…mostly because he was…chances were that either the FBI or Sheriff Valenti had men watching him at this very minute. He smiled to himself, This all started because I saved Liz’ life. It was worth it.. The lights were all off…Max looked at his watch…the diner had closed 15 minutes ago. Stopping in front of the door Max read ‘Treat yourself to a Flying Saucer full of mini-Blaster Burgers!”…he grinned and knocked lightly. It was only a few minutes before Liz hurried to open the door and let him in, “Hi, Max!”, she said plainly, as she opened the door.
A few lights over the counter area kept the diner dimly lit as Liz took his hand and led him to a stool. Max looked at her as he always had…in that puppy dog fashion…he thought she was the most wonderful girl that he’d ever seen. She took the stool next to his and then immediately jumped up, “Do you want something to drink, Max? A coke or a milkshake or something?”. Max thought that a strawberry milkshake might not be a bad idea and so waited while Liz brought him one and then sat next to him. Before he drank the milkshake, he reached over and retrieved a bottle of Tabasco sauce from a holder on the counter and poured a liberal amount of it into his shake. Liz just watched with her mouth open. “Okay, what is with that? You guys are always putting Tabasco sauce on everything!”. Max took a long drink of his shake and sighed, then looked at her and answered, “We don’t really know. We just discovered that we really go for a mix of really sweet and really spicy”. “Oh”, Liz responded softly, “I’ll have to remember that”.
After another long draw from his shake, Max cleared his throat and reminded, “Liz, there was something important?”.
“Okay, Max, don’t panic, because it’s probably nothing, okay?”, she soothed, her brown eyes both lovely and soothing.
“Liz”, he interrupted.
“Yes, Max?”
“Before we continue…”, he reached up and removed the springy, sparkly antennae that were part of her kitschy waitress uniform at the café, “…I know you want me to feel comfy, but I don’t think ‘my people’ come with purple antennae”, he grinned.
Liz’ cheeks reddened, having forgotten she was wearing the ridiculous headpiece. She took his hand. “Max, I need you to listen. I have a diary where I write down everything that is important to me. Things like…well…like the night you saved my life…and how you did that”. She paused and squeezed his hand, “Max, I promise you I’ll find it, but I wanted you to know what’s in it”.
Max’s chest rose and fell heavily. It was he who told Liz everything about himself and his friends. If they were discovered it would be his fault, not Liz’. He looked up at her through thick, dark lashes. “Everything, Liz? About Me, Isabel and Michael? About our abilities?”.
Liz silently nodded. She was sick with guilt.
Max reached forward and ran his fingers through her long black hair, pushing it behind her ears, “You’ll find it, Liz. I trust you”, he said, with much more confidence than he felt.
She couldn’t believe what a wonderful guy Max was. If this is what it was to be an alien, then more human boys should be this way. Her ex-boyfriend Kyle would have been yelling and punching walls or at least have made some snide remark to make her feel stupid. She buried herself in Max’s chest and hugged him for all she was worth.
At this moment, Max was exactly where he wanted to be…in Liz’ arms…if only he could freeze time, but that wasn’t one of his abilities.
Feeling that she needed to pull away before things became too heated, Liz straightened her hair and cleared her throat, “Um, Max, I need to close up and get home before my parents come looking for me”.
“I understand, Liz”, Max replied, “Could I use your restroom before I leave?”.
“Sure, I still have a few things to do. Turn off the lights when you’re through.”
Max needed to throw some cold water on his face just to gather himself a bit. The hot weather and the possibility of his exposure as an alien were serving to make him a bit lightheaded. Letting the water run cold, Max looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath…he would have to keep things together for Isabel and Michael…he bent down and filled his hands with icy-cold water and splashed it on his face…once…twice…What is going on? I feel like I’m moving but I’m not. What’s all that noise?.
When Max stood up, he was no longer in the men’s restroom at The Crashdown Café in Roswell, New Mexico…He was next to a large fountain inside of a mansion…as to where…that was anybody’s guess.
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| April 5th, Shinn Asuka and OTA |
[07 Apr 2008|03:50pm] |
Who?: Shinn Asuka and OTA
What?: Shinn's arrival
When?: Sunrise
Where?: Outside the PLANTs, the sky above the mansion, and finally the Gates.
Rating?: PG-13 (angry Shinn)
Status? Complete
“DAMN IT!”
Shinn Asuka, the black-haired, red-eyed, 18 year old pilot of the ZGMF-X42S Destiny was NOT in a good mood. He had gone out for a routine patrol and was supposed to have a date with Luna afterwards, but these DAMN terrorists just had to come along for a little bit of terrorizing. And the same DAMN terrorists attacked the hangar before anything else, closing it off. And, because of that, Kira wasn’t out here to help with his godly Strike Freedom and its little DRAGOON bits that fly around and blow the crap out of things for you. It was just Shinn and the Destiny against about 20 Windams and a Zamza-Zah. Now, Shinn was every bit a pilot as Kira was (well, close, anyway), and the Destiny was Strike Freedom’s equal in power. 20 mobile suits and 1 big mobile armor Shinn could handle. With ease.
“BUT THEY’VE GOT A DAMN NUKE!!!”
Somehow, the terrorists had landed themselves a nuclear missile, and it was approaching the colony, fast. Shinn was forced to ignore the remaining enemies and charge the missile with Destiny’s Palm Cannons, as all the other weapons (save the Hyper Cannon, but that was too slow) had been destroyed. Destiny took heavy damage during the charge, but managed to reach the missile intact, with its hand reaching out to destroy the bomb before it could reach the colony.
But as Shinn pulled the trigger, the world shifted. Suddenly, the Destiny was above a beautiful island at sunrise, and there was a mansion with gates bigger than the heavily damaged mech.
“W-What the hell!?”
Realizing that Destiny was moving too fast and was too damaged to try and land, Shinn tried to eject, but he was too late. The Destiny crashed in front of the mansion, with its left leg breaking off at impact. The right one had been lost in the battle beforehand. The Destiny, which was now merely a torso, slid along the ground until it came to a stop directly in front of the mansion’s gates. The ejection mechanism activated a little too late, and the cockpit hatch on Destiny’s chest opened and Shinn was flung through the gates, landing on the ground in front of a grand fountain.
He was going to feel that one tomorrow. And SOMETHING was broken, for sure. But, despite the pain he was feeling everywhere in his body, and despite the horrible music playing from… somewhere, all he could think was…
“What… the… hell… just… happened…”
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