33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Afternoon

Sep. 22nd, 2017 02:00 pm
spin_kick_snap: (Broken)
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Kathy sat on her bed, rolling a binyeo in her hands over and over again. On her bedside table was a bowl of seaweed soup and a small rice cake, both of which she'd made herself this morning and neither of which she could bring herself to eat.

It was Sarah's birthday today )

[I liiiive! Open to roommates or visitors, though warning for sad!Kathy today. I can't make any promises for availability--I has surgery yesterday, so I'm liable to fall asleep without warning! Sorry for being least-in-sight recently. Life has been [explosions.gif]]

OOC: Belated availability notice!

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:42 am
whenshewasnice: ([neu] Hello there.)
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I haven't fallen off the edge of the world! My life's just been consumed by a movie shoot, and I lack the brain for anything else. We wrap on Friday, so I should be back to my normal levels of availability next week.

In the meantime, Karolina is a Rainbow Brite doll, Jughead is an actual jug, and the rest of my on-island kids are just quietly wrapped up in other business.

Room 204; Monday Afternoon [09/18].

Sep. 18th, 2017 01:19 pm
somethingwithturquoise: (hulk the musical!)
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It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.

Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.

Summer sighed.

Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?

[[ door and post are open! ]]

MCA Voicemail

Sep. 17th, 2017 03:06 pm
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You've called the MCA hotline, for a place to stay... press one. For someone killed... press two. For that hotline bling... you've got the wrong fucking Canadian.
rebelseekspizza: (manga: dante. vergil.)
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"Can't say I'm feeling the wonder around here."

'Wonderland' was a dump. The fence gates creaked as Dante shoved them over and left Enzo standing on the sidewalk yelling some bullshit. The mansion itself looked centuries old, barely any upkeep; the yard was overgrown and the door was boarded up.

Dante sighed, looking from the door up to the house itself and back. Something about this place felt off. He could probably kick his way in through the front door, but that'd be the most likely place for traps. So as long as he had the choice...

He leaped up, finding a portruding brick to put his foot on. Then, a windowsill. Another windowsill, then a completely useless decorative... whatever. It was dark behind the windows--

Most windows. )

[[ some graphic violence and general weirdness under the cut. Based on the acid trip that is the Devil May Cry 3 prequel manga. establishy. ]]

A Bar in Limbo City, Saturday Morning

Sep. 17th, 2017 08:30 am
rebelseekspizza: (dante: going for the sword)
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Blood on somebody's door was never a good sign.

Especially not if that door belonged to a bar.

Dante pushed open the door... )

[[ some vague violence under the cut, based on the Devil May Cry 3 manga. TBC. ]]
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb - black and white)
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Dante'd been out, driving. Keeping the speed up on his bike, pushing it as fast as he could go. The wind in his hair and the road between his wheels: perfect.

But it was over now, and he was heading home, a sixpack he'd picked up on the way dangling from his finge--


Dante brought the phone up to his ear, coming to a stop right in front of the building. "Y'lo?"

"Dante! Thank god!"


"Man, do I have a job for you!"

Dante sighed. Of all the times for him to call... he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall. "So what is it?"

"This one's gonna need some time to explain. Meet you at the bar?"

... Dante blinked. "Right now?"

"Yeah! Well, I guess it can be tomorrow morning, like 9 AM, too--"

"At the bar?"

"Yeah, yeah, at the bar."

Blink. Blink. "... kay," he said. "9 AM at the bar. Sure. Why not?"

"Fantastic! This is gonna be great!"

Before he could ask Enzo what the hell kind of drugs he was on right now, the idiot hung up.

"Fantastic," Dante muttered.

[[ open! setting up some manga plottiness, whee. ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (not exactly marital bliss)
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As Summer pulled the junker jeep into the driveway of her post-apocalyptic suburban home, she braked just a little too hard, toppling over the grocery bag filled with the spoils of her raid: some wilted lettuce, a shitty orange, some sticks, an honestly really spindly arm, and some half-eaten meat on a bone. "Ugh," she muttered, sweeping down to pick it up as she climbed out of the car, including the jawless head that fell out onto the driveway. "Goddamn it."

"Hi, there, Summer!" called Eli from the lawn next door, pausing his mowing to give her a wave. "How were the ruins today?"

I was a monster when you met me! )

Summer reached up to take the metal shoulders from her sweet raider ensemble and threw them to the ground. "Oh, cut the crap, Rick, okay? You proved your point, I get it. Let's just go home."

"Coolsies." Rick shot a portal into the ground, and Summer and Morty wasted no time in jumping in. Rick was soon to follow, but not before grabbing the small core of Isotope 322 in the generator that ran the electricity throughout the town, plunging it into an electricty-less darkness. And over the darkened streets and ramshackle homes, a shocked cry of realization emerged from Hemhorrage like an animal cry.


Back at the Smith household, Beth eagerly tossed a pair of dice from a shaken cup onto the the table, took a look at her roll, and smacked her hand down on a button at the center of the table shared with the robot version of her daughter, her son, and her father. "Downbeat!"

"I enjoy this game," said Rick as Beth turned her bright grin toward them. It was a grin that fell quickly when a small beep drew their attention down to the watches on their wrists all in unison.

"We must go into the garage," Rick announced.

I want to taste ice cream, but not just put it in my mouth and let it slide down my throat, but really eat it! )

"Ah, I'm sure it was nothing," Rick said, turning. "I'm gonna go, uh, work in the garage."

"We're not gonna finish playing Downbeat?" Beth asked.

"What," said Rick, "that dice game where you shake dice and yell out, 'Downbeat'? No, thank you."

"Mom," Summer asked, "would it be okay if I went to visit Dad?"

"Sure," she said with a small, uncertain smile.



Summer stood outside her dad's apartment, comfortable again in her own clothes, but not so much with her surroundings. She lifted her free hand, as the other one was holding a three-eyed skull with teeth and horns, knocked on the door, shifting a little as she waited for him to open it.

"Summer." The surprise was evident in Jerry's voice, but she didn't give him time to make a big deal out of it. She had her own big deal she was trying to make.

Dad? I wanted to give you this as a reminder not to look back. )

"Soooo..." Summer said cautiously once she let go, glancing briefly over her shoulder to the parking lot of Jerry's shitty apartment complex, "lots of hookers outside, huh?"

"Is that what they are?"

Oh, Jerry. And you were doing so well...

[[ and fin! transcribed from S3;E2 of Rick and Morty, "Rickmancing the Stone." open for text and calls if'n you'd like! Summer will be back and normal (relatively speaking) tomorrow! ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (what is this face i don't even)
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Summer was due for a quick weekend back home on her mom's request. Guess it was some sort of attempt to seem like a better mother in light of the divorce. Perhaps another Summer would have found it a pain in the butt, but this Summer was programmed to be glad for her mother's newly single status and would happily come home to praise her and soothe over the idea that something was wrong, that her children were in danger, that Rick was up to something. So she was singing that goddamn Ace of Base song again as she went to get her suitcase out from under her bed.

And then she hit a snag )

"What. The. Hell."

Summer sat on the floor, staring at the new discovery, unsure of whether she should investigate further or just pretend she didn't see anything at all.

[[ door and post are open! Cut for mild body horror. Also, spoilers: this is robo!Summer's final Fandom post for the foreseeable future ]]

Office Hours [all day]

Sep. 15th, 2017 03:27 pm
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Anakin came into his office to find everything in order, except for a small, innoculous looking box over in the corner with an "ARM/DISARM" switch.

He snorted, then pulled his comlink from his robes and checked to see what weird Earth holidays were celebrated on September 15. "National Linguine Day!" he said triumphantly, glaring at the box. "If you think I'm pressing 'fire', you're crazy."

Of course, he was talking to an inanimate object, so...

Anakin's door was open! Mind the box.

75 Godiva, Thursday

Sep. 14th, 2017 12:52 pm
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Eliot was perfectly happy to do his own demolition and carpentry, but he knew just enough about electric and plumbing to get himself in trouble and he knew it. So this was contractor week. Which left Eliot at something of loose ends. What the hell did he do with himself all week when he wasn't trying to rebuild a diner or a house, anyway?

He'd considered working on putting in his new garden, but it was pretty much exactly the wrong season for planting, and frankly, basic landscaping didn't interest him in the least. So today he was out front, running through forms from at least four different martial arts styles, in between answering questions like "Yes, I know the shower in the master bath is going to be the size of a small bedroom" and "Yeah, sure, you can pretend the second floor's going to be one giant server farm if that makes you feel better about the number of outlets you're putting in."

Really, it was like these people had never worked on a dream home for an obscenely rich criminal throuple before.

[ooc: open! Eliot is once again perfectly accessible from the street.]
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb: wistful)
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It'd been a couple of weeks, and Dante'd gotten settled in his new life - one foot in the dorms, one foot in this place. ... Usually foot in this place, at least at night.

He felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. That... wasn't necessarily a good thing. As always, being busy meant not having to think much. Not having to linger. Finding some noise to plug up his brain with so he didn't have to deal with that one thing, shittier even than everything that had happened with Kathy - the one thing he didn't really have words for.

But now he was quiet. His brain was quiet.

... and so he pulled up a chair, draping himself liberally across it, and took his guitar with him. Just strumming and plucking in some nameless tune that wasn't sad but also, somehow, never managed to be very happy.

A tune that, very occasionally, every once in a while, hit on something still full of rage.

... he was gonna call Nine Inch Nails cover if anyone called him on it.

[[ open! ]]

25 Unicorn Street- Monday

Sep. 11th, 2017 07:20 am
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Scott had called first, telling Kitty all about his blowup with Logan, and how things were splitting up. He'd asked her to join his team, come back to teach, and while she'd entertained thoughts, she'd said she would think about it but didn't have any real want to do it.

Today Logan called while she was walking the dogs. It was a much longer conversation, and he was opening a new school in Jean's honor, and he wanted Kitty to help him. Maybe it was the "help" word, or maybe it was just because it was Logan, but she found herself seriously considering it.

She'd hung up by the time she got home and let the dogs in, calling, "Honey, we're hoooome."

[For the booooy.]
whenshewasnice: seethesoldiers @ IJ ([spec] Hangout.)
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The villa was ridiculous. And Envy loved it. And sure, it was expensive as hell, but it was only for a couple of nights and besides, had she not earned it? She'd been working herself ragged for months on end, and she deserved a break that felt like a break. Completely cut off from the rest of her life. She was willing to pay a handsome sum for that.

And she had.

She'd been here since yesterday, just... relaxing. Taking walks along the beach, soaking in the pool, getting some reading done. Just basking in being alone, and without a schedule. Although those last two things were about to change, with Peter's arrival. Even if all the 'schedule' she was going to submit to was Peter's insistence on not being away from Brazil for over 48 hours.

While she waited for him to show his face, she was sitting out on the deck with a book in her lap, gazing out towards the beach. No denying it: this was a comfort.

[ooc: NFB. For that guy, and SP.]
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