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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-12 23:02:00

Entry tags:

plot: fables

Fables Plot Public Post!
Who: Public
What: The Open Post for Public Threading for the Epic Fable Plot
Where: Throughout the building.
When: 12:01
Warnings: Any number of crazy things could end up in here.
Notes: Alright! This post is for public threads only, and will be run party style. Anyone can jump into a thread at any time--just use your judgment! Feel free to hop around, go to different parts of the building, and mingle through the madness.

12:01. The beginning of a new day, just broken in, still fresh. Most of the building was sleeping, as decent people ought to be at such an hour.

The building, down at its foundations, was restless. A storm had been gathering for the past week, in its joints and its doorways, in its windows and its keyholes. 12:01, the storm broke over Bellum.

It was as if the building stretched, yawned, shook itself. There was a shudder in reality, as if the air itself was nothing more than a funhouse mirror. Faster than you could snap your fingers and the thing was done, set into motion before the darkest hours of the morning had yet come around.

A twitch, a snap, a static shock.

And then the changes started.

((OOC: Alright guys, go crazy! Feel free to post your location in the header of your comment so people can do a quick visual scan for the right comment and the right location. Mingle! Chat! Fight! Tackle one another!))

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Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM

themegazord
2010-03-13 06:21 am UTC (link)

After Russell had taken care of his lone favour for Miss Iris aka Miss Legs, he didn't get the money boost that he would have liked, so he had consoled himself with scamming on ebay for a bit, then going to play Borderlands with other guys for a few decent hours until he numbed his brains out. Of course, that would be fine had something weird not occurred around midnight. Every time the building changed, it seemed to spread across the floors and grasp every person inside.

For Russell, it started when he decided to tell off one of the other guys in game via Ventrilo. What he meant to say was, "OMG DUDE U SUX" but instead he said "Argh, ya scurvy dog!" Which of course was enough for him to freak out and yank off his headphones. "Shiver me timbers!" he yelled and ran off outside into the hall. He was almost barreled down by something black and green which made him stop and exclaim "Well blow me down!" in surprise.

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Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM

wickedwicker
2010-03-13 06:38 am UTC (link)

Something was in her way. She saw it, really. But she was running so fast that it might as well have been a figment of her imagination. Her body reacted before her brain did, twisting her shoulders and stumbling awkwardly past the roadblock. She would have been perfectly happy to keep running towards the stairs, but that damned lump yelled at her.

That was unacceptable.

Whirling, her hair whipping through the air like a mass of black cords, she paused to stare at the distraction, her hands held stiffly away from her sides. Her green fingers were twisted in the shape of claws, her nails prominently featured as she took a slight step forward. Though the brim of her ball cap shielded a bit of her face, her green - with mottled white makeup - jaw was visible, as were her blue-green lips.

Mouth contorted into a snarl, she glared at the boy. "Watch yourself, or I'll run through you next time!" she shouted, her blood boiling beneath her skin.

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	Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM themegazord 2010-03-13 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Russell jumped back, tripping on his own two feet and falling on his butt. His eyes widened further as he really took in how she looked. Ho-lee shitcakes. "Blimey...lassie. What happened to ye?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM wickedwicker 2010-03-13 07:29 am UTC (link)
	As the idiot floundered about, Joanie advanced towards him. He was looking at her like she was crazy. She wasn't crazy. He was crazy. Everybody else was wrong. "Nothing happened to me," she hissed, pausing at his feet and looking down at him. "But something's gonna happen to you if you don't get your ass up and tell me where I can find a doctor." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM themegazord 2010-03-13 08:55 am UTC (link)
	"Yar," he replied, standing up and brushing lint off his knees. He pondered for a moment, recalling someone calling themselves a doctor one floor above them. "Aye, I know of a doctor. He be on the floor above us. Perhaps he can fix both our problems, savvy?" Without waiting for a response, he wandered toward the stairwell, preparing to go up a floor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM

wickedwicker
2010-03-13 12:10 pm UTC (link)

She stepped back quickly as he stood, as if afraid that she was contagious. Crossing her arms defensively across her chest, she watched him a moment, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay," she said finally as he began to walk away. Twisting to follow him, she sped up, darting around him to walk in front. "Maybe he can extract you from the 18th century," she snapped miserably as she ripped the door to the stairwell open and rushed through.

[[ooC; I'm skipping down to reply to StrangerCase's post, since these guys will be looking for him.]]

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	Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM themegazord 2010-03-15 01:54 am UTC (link)
	[[ooc: that's cool!]] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM wickedwicker 2010-03-15 01:56 am UTC (link)
	[[ooC; Come join, we're down a little ways on the page. We both assumed Russell was there. XD]] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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