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Aug. 7th, 2020 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beenhad[ This is an All Hands On Deck situation. All doubles, doppelgangers, and clones are paged to attend. Balcony Reno, Door Rude, whoever Sidewinder fucking is, let's go. Any strays picked up along the way? Welcome to the family bitch, move your ass. Doesn't even matter if you're fresh off the cliff, get to stepping. This is a situation.
Tseng is back today, with the president. Oh, what's that? Didn't know Tseng and the president went anywhere? Yeah, fucking obviously. But three of you chucklefucks were responsible here, and Tseng is going to find out which it was. B3's on complete lockdown. No one's leaving until everything has been figured out.
You'll have a lot of downtime today. Sorry, them's the breaks. Each of you are getting new files. New codenames. New devices. Independent digital signatures. Whatever the fuck Goin' Back To My Roots Reno is doing with the snakes. Order is going to be fucking restored. And then Tseng is ordering everyone Chipotle. No, you don't get a menu; he already knows what every one of you like. You're welcome you goddamned love of his life idiots.
Anyway, all that to say lolol Turk mingle post with dupes. Break out ur fckn clone journals. ]
Tseng is back today, with the president. Oh, what's that? Didn't know Tseng and the president went anywhere? Yeah, fucking obviously. But three of you chucklefucks were responsible here, and Tseng is going to find out which it was. B3's on complete lockdown. No one's leaving until everything has been figured out.
You'll have a lot of downtime today. Sorry, them's the breaks. Each of you are getting new files. New codenames. New devices. Independent digital signatures. Whatever the fuck Goin' Back To My Roots Reno is doing with the snakes. Order is going to be fucking restored. And then Tseng is ordering everyone Chipotle. No, you don't get a menu; he already knows what every one of you like. You're welcome you goddamned love of his life idiots.
Anyway, all that to say lolol Turk mingle post with dupes. Break out ur fckn clone journals. ]
OPEN/MINGLE โ SMASHING GARDENS
Jul. 28th, 2020 11:14 pmfujin[ Meanwhile, in the middle of the desert......
What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.
Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.
Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.
Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]
What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.
Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.
Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.
Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]
MISFIRED TEXTS. shinra spying edition.
Jul. 26th, 2020 08:16 pmbesithia[ disgruntled ex-shinra employees are fairly eager to bite the hand that feeds them. verstael finds he isn't having much trouble recruiting them to his cause. as the files on experimentation in nibelheim were a few years outdated outdated, he'd like the most recent discoveries. Which means he's got his new friends to do some hacking.
Which means things are about to go haywire.
You'll your text messages are MISFIRING now. Nothing is going where it should. That nude for your partner? Now it's going to a stranger. That message talking about that coworker you don't like? Hope you're willing to stand by it, guess who has it now. ]
Which means things are about to go haywire.
You'll your text messages are MISFIRING now. Nothing is going where it should. That nude for your partner? Now it's going to a stranger. That message talking about that coworker you don't like? Hope you're willing to stand by it, guess who has it now. ]
A Midsummer Night's Scream
Jul. 25th, 2020 01:02 pmbeenhad
You are walking down the street when the wind begins to pick up. Great, lashing gales buffet your hair, your clothes, blinding you. Suddenly, you are surrounded by shadows. Whether you can see the Whispers or not is of no importanceโthe only respite you have from the storm is a cramped, cozy little mask shop.
Thousands of faces line the wall. An ancient and stooped, rail-thin old man sitting at the counter bids you to take a look around. He offers you a snack from the large, brightly-colored bowl before him. No matter your misgivings, you find that one mask in particular calls to you. Your heart begins to race, faster and faster for every second you do not put it on.
You slip it on and find yourself becoming something else.
[ INSTRUCTIONS ]
1. Pick yer mask.
๐ญ Vampire
๐ญ Werewolf
๐ญ Frankenstein's monster
๐ญ Witch
๐ญ Wendigo
๐ญ Swamp monster
๐ญ Make some shit up idk
2. (Optional) Eat sum candy.
๐ญ Hunger โ You need to feed. Hunt some poor motherfucker down and eat his heart out hunni.
๐ญ Fear โ What are you? What have you become?? You need to gtfo of Dodge and will do some pretty desperate shit if someone tries to stop you.
๐ญ Destruction โ It has suddenly occurred to you that the only answer is to Nibelheim It.
๐ญ Dominance โ You are sick. And tired. Of these motherfuckin' monsters. Moving in on your motherfuckin' turf.
๐ญ Legacy โ You want something to leave behind after the angry villagers come for you. Sire a Claudia, nibble on a potential new packmate, make some new monsters.
๐ญ Aphrodisiac - bc y'all are some skank ass ho's. Get yer A/B/O shit on girlfran.
3. Put your monster in the subject line, list any preferences you have, do the monster mash. HAPPY FUCKIN' HALLOWEEN.
juevos rancheros
Jul. 7th, 2020 06:15 pmbackwaterZack still remembers all the good places. Fresh eggs from Weddell's. One big, fluffy loaf of Junon-style bread from Furioso's, the kind with the thick, cloudy (heh) crusts. The bacon, now you wanna get that from the Costan bodega on the corner of W 57th and Station Drive, along with, if you're lucky, a pair of cowboy boots hand-painted with tableaus depicting running bulls and the bright blue Costan sky. Zack doesn't have enough scrap left from the paltry cleanup jobs he's been running to kinda sorta pay his way as of late, but he gives them a good eyeing, promises them, "Someday," and tosses the paper wrap into the backseat of the Beaufort with all the rest of his bounty.
He's up early early early, mostly because he always is. It's easy, when you cat nap most of the day. And what better way to spend a morning alone than crafting Absolute Perfection in a pan for the ones you love, love so much that no matter what they do, no matter how they fight and fuss, nothing in this world could ever compare to what a complete and utter joy it is to get to be around them. Now if only they'd get that into their thick skulls and just be happy for once. Not that it matters. Zack's got this, he's handling it. He's gonna wake them both up for breakfast and not even recognize them when they're through, they're gonna be so stoked through the goddamn roof.
He's wielding sea salt and fresh-crushed pepper like a fucking wizard. Bam! Fresh coat of butter. The pan is spitting like a spooked alley cat. The kitchen? Smells divine. Too bad he doesn't know Sephiroth's tastes the same way he knows what country boys like, or he'd be slathering everything in hot sauce. That's fine; once everything's plated, he slips the bottle of Red Lord 52 into the back pocket of his shorts and tiptoes his way into the bedroom.
"Breakfast in bed," he announces, ruffling Cloud's hair as he slips into the crowded bed. There's always just space enough between these sleeping cuties for him to fit right into. Imagine that! "G'mornin', babe." And Sephiroth... Naw he's gonna ruffle his hair too. "Wake up, darlin'. Hope you like bacon."
He's up early early early, mostly because he always is. It's easy, when you cat nap most of the day. And what better way to spend a morning alone than crafting Absolute Perfection in a pan for the ones you love, love so much that no matter what they do, no matter how they fight and fuss, nothing in this world could ever compare to what a complete and utter joy it is to get to be around them. Now if only they'd get that into their thick skulls and just be happy for once. Not that it matters. Zack's got this, he's handling it. He's gonna wake them both up for breakfast and not even recognize them when they're through, they're gonna be so stoked through the goddamn roof.
He's wielding sea salt and fresh-crushed pepper like a fucking wizard. Bam! Fresh coat of butter. The pan is spitting like a spooked alley cat. The kitchen? Smells divine. Too bad he doesn't know Sephiroth's tastes the same way he knows what country boys like, or he'd be slathering everything in hot sauce. That's fine; once everything's plated, he slips the bottle of Red Lord 52 into the back pocket of his shorts and tiptoes his way into the bedroom.
"Breakfast in bed," he announces, ruffling Cloud's hair as he slips into the crowded bed. There's always just space enough between these sleeping cuties for him to fit right into. Imagine that! "G'mornin', babe." And Sephiroth... Naw he's gonna ruffle his hair too. "Wake up, darlin'. Hope you like bacon."
i love books
Jun. 30th, 2020 01:15 ambesithiawho: verstael besithia and YOU
where: nibelheim
what: the whispers are making a course correction
warnings: clone meat and mad scientists
( and this basement is a true treasure trove. )
where: nibelheim
what: the whispers are making a course correction
warnings: clone meat and mad scientists
( and this basement is a true treasure trove. )