PARABOLICAL, A PAN-FANDOM RPG

Who: The Scout and the Pyro
What: An Intervention and a Discussion and some Drinking
Where: Pyro's flat
When: Some ungodly hour of the night
Rating: They swear a lot.

BANG BANG BANG

"For fuck's sake, Allison, open the fucking door before your fucking neighbors call the fucking cops on a noise complaint."

Michael was not in the world's greatest mood, did you pick up on that?  I'm sure you did.  You're smart.  We're all smart.  We're all smart except apparently for bitchtits in there, who wasn't answering quick enough.

BANG BANG BANG

"Come the fuck on.  I ain't playing yell-and-no-answer with you anyfuckinmore."

Who: Cimorene and Scout
When: POSTDATED The tail end of the snake battle
Where: Hyperion Hotel, top floor
What: Another casualty
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete

( Find me here and speak to me... )

WHO: Mike Connelly and Liz Braddock.
WHAT: Trying to be friends or whatever.
WHERE: Mike's flat.
RATING: Really? You need to ask with Scout's mouth?
STATUS: COMPLETE.

( But I'm trying though it's ripping me inside. )

who; Marie-René & Michael
where; Hyperion hotel - Scout's room.
when; Last night! I was too sleepy to write up a post.
summary; M-R decides a visit to Mike is in order, especially now that Mike is apparently single again.
rating; .. Uhh.. let's start out with R, for language, and go from there. (BECAUSE, C'MON, IT'S SCOUT.)
status; In progress.

( click. )

Who: Michael and Elisabeth
What: Anything that starts with THE GUY saying "we gotta talk"...
When: Valentine's Day
Where: Mike's room at the Hyperion
Rating: SWEAR WORDS
Complete

( Sometimes life's just not FAIR. )

Who: Mike & Anton
What: Punching Shit And Talking About Feelings
When: After Marie-René revealed his existence
Where: Some gym somewhere or something

( Now I found it, found I adored it - I didn't want this! )

Who: Clark [open to Hyperion folks]
What: Running out of power
Where: Streets
When: Afternoon.. or is it night? Hard to tell.
Rating: TBD

( You know things are really bad when a superhero needs to be saved )

WHO:  Michael and Anton
WHAT: Drunk to the point of eventual emo.
WHERE: Their rooms in the Hyperion
WHEN: Late night
RATING: Scout swears.
STATUS: In progress

( don't turn your head, pretend they're all dead and gone by now )

Who: Allison, Michael, 'n Anton
What: victory drinks, or something
Where: we'll start near/at the Hyperion
When: after this and a fist-fight
How: Language (duh), unfinished

( Beatin' all my buddies with a baseball bat ♫ )

Who: Anton open to Michael and/or whomever else would be there
Where: Hyperion Hotel , outside the Scout's room
When: A few days after Anton's arrival
Summary: Anton has a book to give to Michael.
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

( I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately... )

WHO: Michael and Elisabeth.
WHAT: Giving gifts, talking, sleeping.
WHEN: After she sees Lex Luthor, after the fraggin' party.
WHERE: Scout's flat.
RATING: R (language, sexual references, etc.).
STATUS: COMPLETE.


( There's a corner of your heart just for me. )

Who: The Scout, the Pyro, the Nazi Anton, Cordy
What: He followed me home, can we keep him?
Where: The Hyperion
When: After the fraggin' party
Rating: PG13 for language, although Michael tries to watch himself around Cordy
Status: Incomplete

How they didn't get stopped by the cops headin' home with the heavy weaponry, Michael could not have told you.  But he wasn't gonna frickin' argue about it, right?

They made it back with all equipment intact, nobody slagged, everything in good shape, and the Scout found Cordy as soon as they came in, to give her a heads-up.

"It was wicked!  Pyro didn't break Sascha!  And I kinda picked up a stray..."

Who: The Scout and the Pyro and Anton who is thoroughly confused
What: VAMP FRAGGIN' PARTY! And then hangin' around talkin' to New Guy!
Where: The abandoned buildings on the south side that Cordy'd pointed out
When: High noon!  Like a Clint Eastwood movie or some shit, only with vampires!
Rating: Swearing and violence!
Status: Complete!

"Ok, so do we got all our shit together?" ( Read more... )

Who: Scout and Pyro (y'can interrupt if you want, if you're *cool*)
What: uh... smoking.
Where: Scout's room
When: Saturday night/Sunday morning
Rating: uh, there's gonna be swearing. Big time.
Status: unf.


( Knock knock! Who's there? Mary. Mary who? Mary Jane, idjit, lemme in! )

Who: The Scout and the Pyro
What: Watching a car be on fire, and then SURPRISE OH HAY A DEMON!!!!
Where: Several blocks away from the Hyperion, on a random side street
When: Jan 3, after noon but not too late
Rating: Swearing, gleeful violence
Status: COMPLETE

Michael'd been out for a run when he saw the smoke. Where there's smoke there's fire, and where there's fire - well, there isn't always the Pyro, but there would be if she could help it. So he figured he'd do her a favor, call and let her know.

Then he stood far enough away to not have to breathe the smoke in and waited. If he knew his Pyro, she'd be there like five minutes ago.

Who: Everyone involved in Angel Investigations
What: A group meeting
When: {future-dated} Tuesday, January 4th, 2005 - 5PM
Where: The lobby of the Hyperion Hotel
Rating: TBD (probably high, considering the language choices of this bunch)
Status: In Progress
Special Note: Due to the sheer size of the characters involved in this scene, chances are it won't get finished. However, to prevent it from becoming an enormous post with new replies added until the end of time, the option to comment will be cut off in two weeks (that's 1/17/08).

( We help the helpless... )

WHO: Scout and Psylocke.
WHAT: Soothing nightmares and breaking in new beds.
WHEN: After the pub crawl aka New Year's Day.
RATING: R. Seriously, don't ever expect anything less when it's these two. ^^
STATUS: Complete.

( But you make me think that maybe I won't die alone )

Who: The Scout and Open To Anybody Who Wants In And Doesn't Mind Rowdiness
What: PUB. CRAWL.
When: NEW YEAR'S EVE
Where: BARS.  Multiple ones.  Sequentially.  Until they can't make it to another one.
Rating: Drunkenness.  Scout-swearing.  Who knows?

It wasn't that he drank too much.  He was just Irish, honestly.  And it was New Year's frickin' Eve, what do you want?  And if he went out and drank with some new people, made some new friends, he wouldn't fucking think about the old friends he wasn't out drinking with tonight, the guys in Southie, the guys in the Game, nobody. 

Not that he was thinking about them anyway.  Nope.  Not him.

They'd all arranged to meet somewhere, and he kinda expected to run early.  He usually did.  Usually because he literally ran - or, well, jogged anyway, no reason to just walk when you can get a little runnin' in, y'know?  He got there, anyway, and he looked forward to everybody else getting there, because drinking alone on New Year's is kinda lame.