04 July 2018 @ 10:51 am
Characters: John Watson, Rhys, Enoch, Beckett, Stephen Strange, Nathan Young, David Bouchard
Location: Building 327 and Building 317
Date: Day 377 and Day 378
Summary: Meeting up with Stephen and co for antibiotics and then mercy killings in the clinic.
Warnings: Possibly character death, violence

Who see with blinding sight... )
 
 
As we move into the newly discovered area, please be aware that my associates and I are nearby and have many useful items available for trade and in some cases available for free. Many things will be of interest to doctors and explorers especially. Contact privately for more information and to arrange a meet up. Thank you.
 
 
14 June 2018 @ 06:39 pm
Characters: Stephen, Nathan, and David
Location: Building 79 (also buildings 85 and 91 if threads extend to later in the day)
Date: Day 367 (morning)
Summary: A wizard gets his short term memory back, and there is much rejoicing.
Warnings: References to cognitive impairment, specifically anterograde amnesia.

Read more... )
 
 
Characters: Anyone caught up in the blood testing plan
Location: In and around Building 117
Date: Days 360 to 363?
Summary: Lots of people meeting in one place? What could go wrong?
Warnings: idk guys do what you want in your subject lines

OOC info in here )
 
 
12 May 2018 @ 03:06 pm
Characters: Stephen Strange, David Bouchard, and Nathan Young
Location: Building 131 (hospital)
Date: Evening/night 359
Summary: David is an alpha male who totally doesn't care about memory-impaired wizards and who totally didn't drag Nathan back to the hospital to babysit Stephen.
Warnings: Anterograde amnesia (may be reminiscent of dementia or other forms of mental illness)

Read more... )
 
 
[No Infinity War spoilers in body; spoilers very likely in comments. Please indicate whether you need me to stay spoiler-free when starting or joining a thread.]



[Well, this isn't right. This isn't right for a whole host of reasons. The state of Stephen's clothing, of his own body, confuses him almost as much as his surroundings. Norfinbury? But he was home; he hadn't even remembered; it's been--it's been a year and it had never even occurred to him that he'd been here--never occurred to him that there were threats beyond those facing his own home dimension--that he'd known--

They'd died. Out in the snow, he and Peter had died, and it's that thought that finally sends him scrabbling through his bag of half-remembered brickabrack and secondhand clothing for his tablet. Get a message out, find out whether Peter's alive. There'll be a price, won't there? Isn't that how he remembers it working? But he's not missing anything--he knows the names of everyone who comes to mind and he's not blabbering to the walls, so it's nothing he's had before. He can stand, he can see, he can hear....

Stephen finds himself standing over a backpack full of junk in a morgue with a tablet in his hand, no idea how he got there or why. This isn't right--is this Norfinbury? He's back in Norfinbury? But he didn't even remember ever coming here....

Sometime during Stephen's hours-long cycle of thinking and forgetting, of muttering to himself as he explores the room and his bag and his body agan and again and again, he gets as far as powering the tablet on. That's enough; it gives his Cloak an opening to tap at the screen, grabbing Stephen's hand and jabbing his fingers against the device when its fabric folds don't register on the touchscreen. The relic doesn't exactly know how to work the tablet, but its efforts are enough to call up the same settings from Stephen's last message to the network: public audio.
]

--that out! That hurts, asshole!
 
 
 
 
14 April 2018 @ 01:30 pm
[Enoch attaches a screenshot of a conversation with @ADMIN.

It's been a very hard couple of days. He's vaguely hoarse, but doing his best to keep his voice even. He's lost his best friend, after all, and doesn't know yet whether he'll be back. On top of this, however...]

I suppose it's late, and some of you may be asleep, but... The revivals have their own limited resources as well. One day, we might not be able to return at all, even if we manage to do something about the failing nanomachines. I suppose-

...It needed to be said. We need to be aware of as much as possible.

[A long, tired pause. He seems to have drifted off for a moment into his own mind, but suddenly remembers he's still recording.]

We need all the luck we can find or make, everyone. I hope...I hope this helps us somehow.
 
 
23 March 2018 @ 11:43 am
hello, snowhellions!
well, that was a fun few days of rest
how're you guys?
anyone chop off more than hair?
any red marks still floating around?
i know i'm feeling less paranoid and homicidal this morning
like my great uncle cuthbert used to say:
"it just takes a spider bite to set everything right"
or lead to sudden death

a few things while i'm here
and we're all just chatting, btw:
  • @guardian - glitter text app
    mine
    now

  • @clowncutie92 - vicodin
    mine
    you get slightly more time if you don't have prescription rights

  • @featherydouche - still feathery
    still a douche
    i saw graham cracker's message

  • @godsend - also a douche
    and neither the end of god
    nor something god sent
    arrogant prick much?

  • @beyonce - cry me a river, asshole
    picking a fight with someone who won't respond
    is pretty much the definition of "not fine"
    hire a shrink
    less expensive than draining all your bank account to go in search of Answers in the Far East

  • are the red lines gone for everyone?
    anyone feeling less for sharing their secrets?
    anybody feeling more for gobbling them up?
    nice going on that one, btw, flynnster
 
 
hello snowhellions
and fellow band members

one of your fearless lead guitarists coming to you live from the norfinbury amphitheater with a report and a philosophical question
relevant info first:
the houses around here were apparently built with high entropy alloys
those are metals who know how to stand the heat and take a beating
funny things is...
they don't hold up so well in a geothermal reactor


[House will send over two pictures. One is of a piece of rubble. Another is of a melted piece of rubble.]

so that piece caught fire
and then melted in my hand
which leads us to the question:
what the hell are those heat suits at the power plant made from?
because that's the only reason i didn't make like old smooth and skippy in pic #2
if you have thoughts
pls share
consequently
my tablet also melted
tastes like plastic and wires
the rubble tasted like metal before and after the test
significantly smoother after melting, tho

which brings us to our philosophical question:
what is your definition of an extrovert and an introvert?
feel free to use concrete examples
divide up your fellow band members
as you understand those terms
if you don't understand those terms
then look around at other people's definitions
 
 
[Because what else was there to do when you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. He needed a distraction, something, anything. And maybe this would cheer people up]

So let's play a game.

I like to call it... "Star-Lord's Official Super Cool Game of Awesomeness."

Basically you tell us three of your favorite childhood things--food, toys, shows, whatever--but one is a lie. And we gotta guess which is a lie. And if you guess wrong, you have to tell us an embarrassing memory as a kid.



(OOC: Threadjacking highly encouraged!)
 
 
22 February 2018 @ 11:06 pm
Characters: David, Dio, and Nathan. Oh God.
Location: The Police Station and maybe the Aquarium.
Date: Days 331 and 332
Summary: Three people who have no business traveling together are traveling together.
Warnings: Assholery.

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