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[Feb. 5th, 2008|09:21 pm] |
Who: Cass, Dom, Luna, Muse, Dutchman, Rachel, and Pansy
When: Apocalypse plot.
Where: Everywhere and your mom.
Why: To show what they were up to, I suppose.
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|08:47 pm] |
Who: Superman and Lois, probably NPC's
What: After Superman defeats Apocalypse here
When: Later tonight
Warnings: None I can think of
( Not quite over yet ) |
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[Feb. 5th, 2008|02:15 am] |
Who. Team Torchwood and whoever else will help.
What. Apocalypse plot.
When. Backdated to over the weekend.
Where. London
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Ianto stood waiting for everyone to turn up. He had, on Owen's advice, managed to get some word to the other versions of the people he knew from Torchwood. Saying if they wanted to do something to help with what was going on then they were more that welcome to join up and work with them. True it would be a little odd but still there was work to be done and they'd get on with it no doubt.
As he waited he decided it would be probably best if he didn't call Reinette again, once had been fine, maybe the time was second needed when Owen was saying he was dropping Lyssa off there, but the third time... maybe too soon so a fourth wouldn't be the wisest. He wished someone would turn up soon if only then to give him a distraction from his phone. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | apocalyptic plot, carrie kelley, death, edward wong hau pepelu tivrusky iv, emma frost, frank longbottom, james potter, jamie madrox, mia kent, pietro maximoff, rose frost, stacy warner | ] |
who. A bunch of my kids. All narrative.
what. Surviving all the plots, wrapping up loose ends. If you want to find out who got hurt and how, you should read this.
where. All over the place
when. After Apoc is zapped out of here, exact time varies pup to pup
note. Sam did this first. Then I copied. Because it was a good idea.
note 2. It's long because I srsly can't shut the fuck up.
( In slow motion, the blast is beautiful. ) |
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| Apocalypse Never! |
[Feb. 4th, 2008|03:11 pm] |
Who: Apocalypse and Superman and NPC's
What: Battle and Endgame
Where: New York City, then the Atlantic Ocean
When: Monday Evening
Warnings: None really, save for superhero violence
( One Last Dance... ) |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:58 am] |
Who: Lots of People
Where: Around the World
When: Throughout the Apocalypse Scenario
What: Madness, Chaos, Angst
Warnings: Violence, Madness, Yucky stuff
( Heroes and villains, and other madnesses... ) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|08:04 pm] |
Who: Shane McCutcheon and Dani Reese
What: Hanging out. With looting going on not far away. More announcements later.
When: Saturday afternoon
Warnings: Mentions of drug use, because Shane and the wagon? Not really best buds right now.
Shane sat on the steps of her house with her sunglasses on, wearing the clothes she'd passed out in. Whenever that was. Probably Friday. At least, she hoped it had been Friday she passed out on. Dani'd probably mr pissed at her for getting more drugs, but maybe the woman wouldn't notice.
She sighed and watched as someone liberated a set of tires from the Jiffy Lube. Apparently she'd missed some kind of natural disaster. Great. She stretched her legs and lit a cigarette, then glanced around for Dani's car. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Who Dame SIR Jack Dent, Julien and House
What Hauling Sir Jack's ass out of the mess he fell under
Where What used to be the grocery store down the street from Jules/Jack homestead
When After This
It was getting harder and harder to type and keep his eyes open and just focus for Jack and he was on the verge of giving up when he heard someone calling down his aisle and he looked up to see a bright light. Which really just pissed him off as he whimpered and flinched away from it, saying a raspy "Do fuck off with the lights, dear," as he felt dizzy from the efforts. A rustling followed, not helping his headache, and then there were the sounds of men and he blinked a bit. He was waiting for men. Greg and Jules.
"Jules?" He called, coughing slightly and whiping at his forehead, feeling very sweaty, though dismayed to find his sleeve come back with blood, "Oh, that stains," He muttered, laying back and looking at the ceiling, "Jules?" He called weakly, "Greg?"
Then the shelving unit that was on his arm shifted. Without warning. Jack was a screamer during films, and you could be damn sure he screamed when in pain. Letting out the loudest one he could imagine-and sadly, the girliest one in pitch, making his head throb-Jack finished it off with a pathetic sounding sob and a "Fuck off with the moving, too" before he curled up on himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out and hope beyond hope Jules or Greg would arrive and save the day. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|05:35 pm] |
Who: Thomas Lang and Alexandra Cabot
What: Phone call
When: The morning of the apocalyptic plot
Where: He's at home, she's at work
Note: Follows this
When Alex's signal died in the middle of a message, Thomas could only assume the worst. He paced several minutes, obsessively checking his messenger for another message from Alex. He felt like a caged tiger, pacing the floor of his bedroom.
And then it occurred to him to call her. Sometime even intelligence fails, when it comes to simple things. Thomas sat on the edge of his bed to dial Alex's office number. He didn't know what he'd do if she didn't answer. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:56 pm] |
Who: Captain America, Belladonna Boudreaux, Spider-Man, Kate Pryde, The Wasp, Iron Man, Ms. Marvel, Zelos Wilder
Where: Starts out in the Hearst Building, but we’re fighting Apocalypse, so we might end up halfway across the city.
What: Showing Apocalypse that his name is just a really big cliché. (Cap hopes. >.>)
When: Pretty much nowish.
Rating: Probably more than a little foul language and superhero violence.
((OOC: Posting order will be in the order that characters replied to Cap's original post, exception being if you want to combine multiple characters into one post, i.e. Peter/Zelos and Kate/Jan/Carol. So it should look like: Cap, Bella, Peter/Zelos, Kate/Jan/Carol, Tony.))
( Fe fi fo fum... ) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:20 am] |
Who: Dick and Carrie
What: Nightwinging and Robining
When: The End of the World
It was cold and wet and there was chaos everywhere. Nightwing had that feeling behind his eyes informing him that he needed sleep. It had progressed to the point that even if he did lie down, it would probably keep him awake anything, so he soldiered on. Besides, there was always something else to do.
"There's a shelter ten blocks down. Stay in groups. If you see anyone talking to themselves, stay the hell away from them. Go." He'd been repeating this phrase in various ways for the past twenty-four hours. He and Robin had been separated during the chaos more than once, but now they were together and she was visible in the distance. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|09:03 pm] |
Who: Tony Stark/Iron Man and Thirteen
Where: Kent Memorial, 7th floor
When: Nowish
Why: Hot chick needs some savin'
Rating: Knowing us? Smut ahoy.
Tonk had told Captain America that he was on his way to the Hearst Building, but then he'd seen the distressing message from the girl at Kent, and from the way it sounded, she was about a step away from being dead. There seemed to be so many that needed saving, but he couldn't help them all. This one, however, demandd his immediate attention and it was on his way. The meeting could wait.
Jetting as fast as he could go, Tony arrived at the building and headed inside, avoiding debris and rubble as he entered the 7th floor, looking for the girl. Using the armor, he scanned for life forms on the floor, sure that she'd stand out if there was more than one. Making his way to her, he broke through some of the rubble, casting it aside as if it were nothing as he punched in. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|08:34 pm] |
Who: Karen, Caleb, NPC!Pete and a couple less important NPCs. Also a cameo by Harry, of course. His bleeding arm.
Where: Kent and then oddly enough, Kent.
When: More than 12 hours after the initial collapse. Now, more or less.
Warnings: Abuse of a pregnant person, swearing.
Behind a barricade several yards back from what had once been the parking garage, family and friends of those trapped inside waited. They cheered when a rescue was succesful, and there was complete silence when a janitor was brought to the surface, covered in a white sheet, motionless, bleeding through it. Pete was at the very front of the crowd, barricade gripped in his hands, eyes searching, hopeful for the familiar blonde to walk out. Hoping, waiting.
She'd been in there too long, the dust had probably suffocated her, something could have collapsed on her. But then that wasn't like Karen. This baby had become so much to her, she wouldn't stop fighting, she'd keep it safe. He sighed impatiently, passing his hands over his face. 13 hours, it was dark, no sign of her. There was talk of abandoning the search. And then a worker said they'd found someone. A woman.
Then he said she was pregnant.
"Karen?" He yelled past te barricade, leaning forward, waiting for a sign of life. He got it when flashlights shone on the large whole torn in the rubble to get people through and Karen took a step out, a bloody Dresden hanging on tightly to her arm. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|06:23 pm] |
Who: Harry Dresden and the rescue effort volunteers
What: Rescue
Where: Kent Memorial parking garage
When: The bleeding ass-crack of dawn.
Rating: Damaged, ugly, gross, injured people - it ain't gonna be pretty
The building fell down and it wasn't my fault...
Ten Minutes Ago:
I don't know if it's good or bad that House(2) accidentally picked up my text messaging phone thingy this morning. I'm on my way to switch them back, because I don't want to read his messages - no matter who they're from - when I hear the loudest cracking-crashing-crumbling sound since that school tried to burn down around my ears. Stupid flaming monkey poo.
Well, okay, not building, but parking structure. Either way - it once was up, but now it's down. This I see as a very bad thing.
And judging by the number of messages scrolling through this sidekick thing, I'd say there's work to be done. Getting people unstuck and not crushed and such. Always a good plan.
First order of business is to find some other folks who can get where I might not be able to. And to find a way in. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|01:12 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | anya lehnsherr, apocalyptic plot, belladonna boudreaux, emma frost, henry mccoy, jean grey, jubilation lee, logan, piotr rasputin, remy lebeau, xi'an coy manh | ] |
Who: Open to anyone on the attack Gambit team!
Where: Somewhere in a jungle on some continent.
When: Last night, slightly before midnight.
What: The initial attack. Logan found him, called everybody else, and started beating up Gambit/Death. This is where Apocalypse will enter the world.
Warnings: If I need to tell you this will be violent, you have problems.
( The day the world changed... For the weekend. ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|10:42 am] |
Who: Lorna and Pulse
What: Staying together for much mutual protection and sorting out of asshattedness on the part of the female.
When: Right now!
Where: London-ish.
Rating: PG for now, rating may jump.
Lorna hadn't expected to be digging the plastic phone out at all, much less so soon after she'd hidden it. But shit had, in fact, gone down, and she wanted to make sure Pulse was safe, since there were enough X-men to take care of themselves.
She dialed quickly, already running down to the garage. "Pick up pick up pick up." |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|12:29 am] |
Who: Xi'an and Jubes
Where: A random clinic-like place. Somewhere. Not far from where smackdown happened. This is all very confused, as I thought the smackdown was in NY, but it actually isn't XD;
When: After the Gambit/Death thing, while the world around them goes to hell.
Warnings: End-of-the-world cherry-popping girl-sex. Yea-ah. I like hyphens, can you tell?
Having sex during an apocalypse was not normally something Xi'an would do, but it had been ages since she'd had anyone, and she wasn't in the mood to fight the spark she'd felt with Jubilee during the fight against Death. For once, she was glad the twins had not been transported with her; they were safe, and she didn't have to worry about them during all of this.
She dragged Jubilee into a clinic (it was the closet thing she saw that would probably be clean). The front door was broke, so it wasn't hard to get inside. She first room she found, she dragged the other woman into and kissed her hard. |
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| YAY it's Friday |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|12:05 am] |
Who: Karen, Reina and Sofia. (Later Tritter as well.)
Where: Kent and it's parking garage, or what'll be left of it.
When: Friday morning, about a quarter after seven.
Warnings: Scary situations, some mild cursing, I bet.
"Girls, I'm so sorry, I don't know how I forgot it." Karen was of course referring to her wallet, where her credit card was waiting to pay for them to get their hair done as she had promised. "This will only take a minute, come right into the office." She didn't care if that House gave her a hard time about showing up on her day off, today was about time with the twins.
Walking in, she moved to her desk and pulled her wallet from the drawer, where Robert had likely stuck it when he saw it on the desk, that dear. She smiled back at the girls and reached for both of their hands after saying and signing for Reina. "Ok, back to the car and off we go to get pampered." She took their hands, leading them down a series of halls until they reached the elevator, they had to go down two levels before entering the parking garage, just to get to the car quicker.
"So you girls excited? What do the dresses you brought look like?" |
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