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29 November 2009 @ 01:24 am
When I give you a new body, I full well expect you to keep it. None of this 'getting your old body back' nonsense. It's more than ungracious, it's downright rude.

[any characters that had been turned into robots get a very mild electric shock (nothing compared to the ones that signalled power losses or changes) and find themselves back to their squishy, organic selves.]

Now, say thank you.
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28 November 2009 @ 05:05 pm
I've been thinking about the rash of people becoming robots.

From what I've read and seen, it seems that their experiences as robots contradict my own. For example, it seems they are unable to sleep, and sleep, for me, is necassary.

My conclusion is that, since robotics appear to function differently in different universes, if we could find out which universe these robots match up to, we'd be closer to figuring out who caused the change.

What does everyone think of this? And please, feel free to volunteer any information pertaining to this.
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 09:55 pm
[This time the feed shows Wally lying on a couch in Raven's home, looking all pale and sickly. He's propped the communicator on a table nearby. There's also a small Australian water dragon dozing on his chest.]

I'm sorry, Raven. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to hog your couch for a while, I really don't feel so good.

But for everyone else there, have fun snowboarding. [He's so sad he can't join, baww.]
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 10:59 am
Well, that was... I guess they need me here more, now.

I'm back, everybody. Anybody care to share how long I've been gone? What'd I miss?
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 02:07 pm
Many things, still have to learn.

Wikipedia not enough.

Where, to find more?


((ooc: post and replies in voice.))
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 02:24 am
[The comm clicks on, but he doesn't say anything at first. When he does speak, he's quiet and clearly not talking directly into the comm. It's quite possible that he doesn't realize it's already on.]

...He's not coming back.

[He sighs. Then there's a moment of rustling as he picks up the comm before he starts the intentional part of the recording in his usual abrasive tone.]

All right, listen up. As you all know, our position in the City is tenuous, at best. Outside of the obvious dangers involved in our line of work, there is always the possibility of being ported out. Recently, I found myself briefly in the position of being the only member of the police force's leadership able to fulfill his duties, and that is absolutely unacceptable. This department obviously needs a stronger chain of command. So I've taken it upon myself to create one.

Since my presence is vital to the continued functioning of the prison, I will not be delegating my responsibilities there. I will be dividing the functions previously carried out by Optimus Prime. Maza, you'll be backing me up as Assistant Commissioner. McClane, I'm keeping you on as Chief.

Cheney, I'm promoting you to Captain. In the event that Maza, McClane, or myself gets ported out or otherwise incapacitated, it will be your responsibility to step in.

Is everyone clear on this?

Good. Prime out.

[Comm clicks off.]
 
 

[Have a robotic Taiitsu. He's black and white, quite shiny, and could not possibly be happier.]

What a fascinating place this is! I didn't think I was going to like it here...not with everything that happened after I arrived. It was pretty scary...I didn't leave my apartment at all for awhile. But this?

[Holds his recently acquired set of glossy white robo-hands up to the camera by way of a demonstration.]

This is spectacular!

I've been running some tests on my systems [Barely surpressed squee at the notion of himself having systems] for the past few days, and let me tell you, they are top-notch! With a little more time, I bet I could create some really excellent modifications. But it seems like most people think this is a temporary state? That we'll turn back eventually?

[Little sigh] Too bad.

Anyway, I've been so distracted with this whole being a robot thing that I completely forgot to post the results of my other project! Since I've been spending so much time in the MAC, when it was too dangerous to go outside, I've had time to take a good long look at that surveillance system everyone's been complaining about. And I asked myself, who in the world would want to go through so much trouble to keep an eye on us? Where is this footage being sent to, anyway? So I rigged something up to track the signal, and guess what I found out?

Well? Can you guess?

[Brief pause]

Ah, I've kept you in suspense long enough. The answer to the question of who's watching the MAC is this: no one is! The cameras are still transmitting, but there's no active receiver. So the transmissions are just sort of floating around the airwaves without ever being picked up and viewed. Unless it's cutting in on people's satellite television in the building next door or something, but that's a whole different problem.

Now I know quite a few people have had concerns about living in the MAC because of this issue, so let me assure you that these cameras are completely harmless. Nonetheless, I'll be happy to locate and remove them for anyone who asks me to.

[Smiles brightly for the camera]

Any questions?

((OOC note: This post is fully mod-approved and marks the effective end of surveillance cameras inside the MAC apartments.))

 
 
27 November 2009 @ 07:47 pm
[angry British is angry]

It's November 27. And already, I am sick of the goddamn Little Drummer Boy. It's a month until Christmas. A month. Why do I keep hearing damn Christmas carols?!

[pause]

And apparently, November 27 is too late to actually get a job anywhere. They're 'already hired' for the holiday season. And I am not dressing up like one of 'Santa's helpers'. I've got standards.

So, I'm biting the bullet. Is anybody here hiring? Or, better yet, tell me about these 'superhero teams'. I'm a complete greenhorn at things like this, but they sound interesting. And besides, I'd like to help.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 08:27 pm
[The sound of waves breaking on sand and a soft sigh.]

Thank goodness, it's the same as back home.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 05:17 pm
[the feed clicks on a little too close to Sanji's face - he briefly looks surprised and then proud of himself before propping the comm up on something so he can sit back in a chair in his MAC apartment]

So. Hell of a place you people've got here.

*casually goes about lighting a cigarette, and then checks the matchbox to see how many he has left*

My thanks to all the kind and lovely ladies who helped me out with a little information. Miss Kitty~ you'll be glad to know I did find a place that needed an extra hand in the kitchen for the big holiday yesterday. I can guarantee, no one in that part of the city went hungry. It's a damn shame, though. Too many hungry mouths for one man to feed. I would do more, but I don't even know where to start. The shelter where I helped out said they don't do this very much because of money or something. It's a damn shame that the starving can only get taken care of if it's a damn holiday.

The people were real nice, though. Found out I only had the set of clothes on my back and gave me a coat and a shirt. I didn't want their pity but they were just so damn nice about it.

Looks like I'm pretty stuck. I don't know where I am in relation to where my crew is, I don't have much money, and the lady at the bank looked at me like I was insane when I tried to convert my pocket change to dollars. Hmf. Handful of beli wouldn't have gotten me far anyway, but I had to try.

*loooong smoky exhale - he has already disabled any smoke alarms in his flat so he can smoke all he wants indoors*

So. Information time. Is there a way for wayward travelers to actually get home, or what? What do you slobs do in the meantime - beside be heroes. What is there to be heroic about, anyway? The damn streets looked just fine to me. Maybe a bit busy today, but if you really expect a pirate to get all bothered about pickpockets and line-jumpers, well... *sneer* ...you picked the wrong guy to do the heroing. Speaking of which, they call me 'Blackleg Sanji.'

*he suddenly leans into the camera and beams brightly* ...but the ladies can call me Mr. Prince~ ♥
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 12:24 pm
Ikki's gone. Ported out. Have his comm right here.

And... I went to look for Waspinator, and he wasn't there.

[There's the quiet thump of him hitting something in the background, and his voice turns shaky and faltering.]

What's the point? All my friends leave! I wanna go home for good, and then I can forget I was ever here in this stupid City in the first place!

[~dramatic silence~]

Just... everybody lemme alone from now on. If you wanna come see me, how about you do me a favor and DON'T.

[ooc; Aaaand any Autobase residents who try to come into his room will find him huddled under the blankets (and he will probably shoot lasers at them SORRY GUISE).]
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 01:32 am
So, my girlfriend is on hiatus before she let me know the skinny on where we stand, so I'm looking to kill some dead air time. So, why not join a third superteam?

So what's all this then about a team called the Titans? Complete with an orange hottie for Kirkin' and a midriff baring magic chica with bad taste in men? What's a brotha gotta do to get on the squad? With the Avengers big "stand there" plan and X-Force pitching a fit about silly 'membership votes,' I've got some free time, and Stark blocked the Skinemax down Mansion way.


Also, hey X-Men! Got any need to teach kids about high explosives? I'm available for tutoring your impressionable youngsters in the way of mutant badassery! Gotta school 'em on how NOT to rely on their cute little power tricks when some Bastion-style yutz slaps a collar on 'em!

Boyoboy, what I wouldn't give for an inhibitor collar and a week in the Bahamas with pre-Gambit Rogue...
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 10:47 pm
It is somewhat distressing to be overly concerned on the date of a holiday...

[Private to Lassiter and Pete]

I have arrived at a conclusion based on all tests run thusfar.
 
 
Current Mood: anxious
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 03:39 pm
"Can anybody hear me? This thing on?"

[The communicator feed shows a pair of tarnished converses, attached to a lanky pair of legs. The camera swings upward, and into the face of a young man. This has been prerecorded; the time stamp at the bottom says that it's 3:14 on November 26th. The young man sees that the camera is running, and he smiles wide.]

"Awesome. Hey Kelsie, c'mere and look at this!"

[The camera swings over to a young woman, probably in college, whose eyes are half open. She frowns.]

"What is that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's one of those new iPhones."

"Well put it down, Brad. Somebody probably left it here."

"Aw, come on. I'm just making a record of the most awesome Thanksgiving party known to man." [The camera pans over a living room that is covered in red cups and beer cans.] "Oh man, I can't believe we pre-gamed Thanksgiving. I bet the Pilgrims never did this shit with that Indian dude, Sasquatch."

"I think it was Squanto, moron."

"Whatever."
ooc; cut for length, and shit getting real. )
 
 
[A sigh]

I hate the holidays.


[that said... late tagging because I have to leave for a Thanksgiving thing. <3 Back and full of turkey]
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 05:33 am
NOW ANNOUNCING...
ALL THAT JAZZ (THE DAZZLING BURLESQUE SHOW/PARTY FOR DEBUT ALBUM!!)

WHERE? ALL THAT JAZZ, THE SWINGING JAZZ CLUB AS OWNED BY WARREN WORTHINGTON III
WHEN? THIS SATURDAY AT 10:30 PM!
18+
$8 admission at the door
$10 tickets in advance


I really need a hobby...
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 11:24 pm
[He is bronze-tinged and looking very non-organic at the moment]

My robot brain needs beer and I don't wanna go drinking alone. Who's up for some fun brain-death-by-alcohol? I'll even buy the first round.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 10:29 pm
Okay so.

Back when I first got to this city - which... wasn't that long ago. But that's beside the point. Back when I got to this city, I met a nice young lady named Abby who had never gone to the moon.

This is a tragedy.

Therefore, myself and one Mr. Guy Gardener have decided that in the interests of educating our wayward youth, we are taking a group of wayward youths to The Moon.
Yes, you heard me.

So, The Plan:

- We're only taking people 18 and younger. I guess we could make exceptions if you're 19 or something. Or Really Seven Hundred Years Old but that's like being 18 for whatever species you are.
- Get permission from your guardians first, if you have them. I don't want to get in trouble for taking you to the moon without whoever-is-taking-care-of-you's permission. Just be like "Hey adoptive dad, can I go to the moon?" and I'm sure they'll say yes, because it's the moon.
- That aside! Hey people over 18! Can you ~breathe in space~? Can you fly? Because we could use some chaperons who aren't me and Guy. All chaperons subject to background checking, because I'm not taking psychos to the moon.
- If you're UNDER 18 and can fly and breathe in space, that is also awesome! Because then we don't have to worry about helping you to breathe in space. If you can make other people breathe in space that's even better.
- ???
- Profit!

So, who is interested, and who actually has permission to go?

Also this field trip is totally educational on things like astronomy and rocks and you know the moon.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 08:41 pm
[ POLICE FILTER ]

Lieutenant Fuj-- Saitou here. Was brought back by the Porter a few days ago. Is everyone still accounted for or have others ported home while I was away.




[ FILTERED TO HIRUMA AND MELEE - VIEWABLE TO KIRYU ]

Still interested in kenjutsu?
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 05:16 pm
This is shaping up to be a challenging week.

Thanksgiving. Normally, I'd have friends back home to spend it with. Was planning on visiting them, before I got sent back here. Kind of a disappointment.

Whatever. The night's still young. In other news, I'm looking for people for a few jobs. Pays well. Looking for:

1. Healer or doctor of some kind. Preferentially of a supernatural background, with experience in old wounds. Bad ones.
2. Techno-wonder with experience in modern technology. Someone who's worked with artificial intelligence and security/defence systems.
3. Someone with experience in piloting airborne vehicles. Will want to hear what you've had experience with, and for how long.

And lastly,

4. Physiotherapist. Just throwing that one out there. Patrolling gets tough.

That's all.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 08:03 pm
So. It's an entire holiday dedicated to food? Son Goku would be in heaven, I'm sure!

[ And here's a pause, because wow that there was a poor choice of words. ]

Well. Hm...

What's the usual menu, then? Everybody's talking about cooking dinners for this holiday. I'd like to try, too!
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 04:41 pm
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[The video turns on to show a bed. It's wrapped in plastic wrap and aluminum foils and basically looks like this:]



[Dick speaks without moving the camera away from the bed.]

Anyone knows how I can get rid of this quickly? 'Cause I have to sleep tonight.

[The feed ends. All answers voice.]
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 09:28 pm
Before I say anything? I know the-day-before-Thanksgiving is about the worst time I could ask for this. Bear with me.

[A BEAT] Iii don't know where I put the questions for my Geography paper. It's due next week, so it shouldn't really be an issue, but I was kinda counting on getting it started before the weekend.

Can anybody help me out? It's from Ms. Aquilla's senior year class.

And yeah. Thanks in advance.


[DIFFERENT TONE TIMES]


So hey, on another note. Just in case you missed it, Brenda's taking some of her friends to that flying club, Turing.

Thought it might be cool to check it out. Does anybody wanna tag along?

[a little lower.] You know you want to.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 09:09 pm
I've realised two things since I've arrived here. Or one thing, with two points. These things being that one: Ditching responsibility isn't as fun as it is when you're 17, and b: Despite this, it's much easier to ditch responsibility when nobody is forcing it upon you, such as demanding parents or significant others.

Saying this, I think it's about time that instead of casually lying around and mocking this whole situation from the sidelines, I should probably do something. To me this means moving out of this current residence into somewhere a little cosier, and if not cosier, at least a place that makes me feel as if I'm in a home, and not a prankee on Punk'd or participant on Big Brother.

What this also means is that I should probably get a job. Something to start me on getting a new abode. Or a new anything.

Any takers?
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 12:25 pm
[Kitty is once again in Bruce's kitchen, except this time she's not baking eight thousand cookies for the Hulk, she is struggling with making tofurkey. Seriously. Janet is also in the kitchen, quietly arguing about food quality, what should be served, how Kitty needs to do this different, etc. She is doing a good job of ignoring her.]

In case you guys don't know, I am totally going on vacation for the long weekend. That means that I am going to be unreachable except in times of EXTREME emergency such as:

1) Apocalyptic crisis
2) Skrull invasion
3) Any dead team members pop up
4) New Kids on the Block get back together

Okay? ONLY CALL ME IF YOU NEED TO. This is barring Dr. B who will probably think that I fell off a mountain and Warren, who also worries like an old man.

Since I'm going to be gone, I'm making a small dinner here at Dr. B's house tonight because no doubt everyone is going to be ridiculously lonely without me around. If anyone wants to stop by for... [there is a long pause] a semi-vegan thanksgiving, feel free.

[Jan is leaning over Kitty's shoulder and Kitty hits her hand with a spoon.]

TOO MANY COOKS IN THIS KITCHEN. GET OUT.

Jeez. I bet Martha Stewart never has this problem.

Anyway, what am I thankful for? ALL my friends here. Sam's Southern accent. Dazzler cutting a record soon (hint hint hope hope?). Warren's ridiculous vanity. Cable not killing my boyfriend. Having a not crazy, very sweet boyfriend in the first place. Roberto not getting any girls pregnant. Dr. B having no serious nervous breakdowns. Having a job, not having to wear a mask about getting smacked in the face with candy, getting my driver's license...

The list goes on and on. What are YOU guys thankful for?
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 07:19 pm
[Troy's rested the comm on a bench by one of the open basketball courts, while he bounces on and off camera with a ball, performing a few flashy little tricks and spins against the tarmac before hopping back towards the camera and bending over to get his face level with it, panting softly from all that showing off]

Okay, guys, after all this crazy the last few weeks, I think there needs to be like, fun time bonding or something.

So, I figure most of us have powers and we've all got our own special talents and stuff, so why not go for some kinda talent show?! It'd be totally sweet, and we could like... well, I dunno, I haven't exactly though this through, but it could be fun!

I've shown you my skills, now you gotta show me yours. It's the rules, dudes.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 10:42 am
[Brenda is putting in earrings as she sits down in front of the camera, smiling a little, her hair is curled up a bit and she's actually got a bit of makeup on.]

Okay! So I'm stir crazy. I holed up inside cause of that gas incident last week and things have been slow otherwise. I need to get out.

I'm going to grab food and then heading to Turing tonight. Anybody wanna come with me? I'll go alone if I have to cause - dude, flying zeppelin nightclub! Not missing this! But it would be way better with friends.

[She gives a hopeful smile.]

Jaime? Abby? Any of my other fellow Initiatives?
 
 

Ever want to beat the living hell out of something? Just... I don't know, just take something or someone and wail on them until you make them just as miserable as they made you? You thought about it, but you knew better? Or at least, you're supposed to, anyway?

Well, you know what?

The powers make it tempting.

Really, really tempting.

...

...

[Deeeeeeeep sigh. He's had a bad couple of days, even being here so long he's still coming to terms with the fact he's stuck here and he can't do anything about it. And the bad days. And thinking about the situation back home. Kinda adds to that. TL;DR bitch bitch bitch.]

That's my deep, dark thought of the night. [With the right amount of sarcasm.]

I'm going to bed.

[ooc: All Cole's replies will be in the morning or... assumed to be in the morning since I can reply to stuff now.]

 
 
24 November 2009 @ 09:00 pm
Cheetor hasn't moved into the 'Base and he wasn't answering when I went to check up on him. I wanna say he's just having trouble packing his stuff and was conveniently out for groceries, but I'm not gonna fool myself. Pretty sure he's gone back home.

Like everybody else I'm friends with is doing. [BITTER??? GOODNESS, NEVER.]

I think I'm just gonna change November's name to "Worstmonthever-ember".
 
 
24 November 2009 @ 11:30 pm
[The video starts a little shaky, as if someone just accidentally hit the button on there. You can hear someone young talking, and in Japanese. Translation'll show up on the screens]

Wh-where is this place? Hero? Why would they want me to be a hero? I'm not a hero, I'm just a kid! I-- AUGH!

[The comm clatters to the ground, showing a familiar face - Sasami's. A bit notably older than she was the last time she was here, now sporting a common anime-type school uniform, and her more defining feature, the twin triangle marking, is missing, most likely due to the Porter. As she drops to her knees, she clutches her head.]

OW! Wh... what... what's going on?! What are...? [She gasps, then starts speaking in English] I'm... I'm back in the City... I'm...

[she makes a grab for the Comm and bring it up to her face, a panicked look on there.]

Th-this is the City, right? I'm in the City?! I--

My... My name's Sasami, I... I was here two years ago and... I-Is Mrs. Altman here? O-Or Bakura? Or Duck? A-Anyone? Don't tell me they left... please...

...I never told them goodbye... and...
 
 
 
 

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