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turkpile 2 electric boogaloo
[ 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
[ 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.
[ 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
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.
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juevos rancheros
Zack 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."
Entry tags:
i love books
who: 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. )
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amnesiacesper2020-06-25 10:36 pmEntry tags:
Distressed Esper (OTA)
WHERE: Midgar
WHO: Terra Branford and you!
( Prompt A - Fight scene! )
( Prompt B - Attempting to shop )
WHO: Terra Branford and you!
( Prompt A - Fight scene! )
( Prompt B - Attempting to shop )
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IM ON A BOAT MUTHAFUCKA DONT YOU EER FORGET
[ FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS: look up some old friends. This is a weird and wild new world and even if Zack isn't certain what his place in the grand scheme of things is supposed to be (except NOT DEAD, RENO), well, friends are the perfect place to start! They're the only home he's ever needed anyway. Fuck off with your Shinra shit, he's going through old Tinder matches and on-the-lam connects, reacquainting and reuniting, and it's just such a grand old affair. What a time to be alive. (Reno.)
And then he remembers these girls. Fires off a text, and wouldn't you know it? They're hosting a yacht party and asking if he can bring some cute friends. And can he. Time to dash out a mass text to all 104 friends he has in this world:
ayyyyyy yacht party! get here quick, were goin to costa!! ๐๐ธ๐
๐ Tap here to view Zack Fair's location
The yacht picks them up in Greater Midgar and there are plenty of babes and beverages to go around for the (too-short, wtf) ride over to Costa del Sol. But once they're there, it's all rum runners and bikinis and cookouts, motherfucker. The yacht will remain docked close-by, just in case you need to puke your guts out in the loo or make good use of the lush cabin space, but c'mon. Almost all of you are pale as fuck get some Vitamin D from somewhere other than Rufus, you cocksuckers.
Anyway. Enjoy! ]
And then he remembers these girls. Fires off a text, and wouldn't you know it? They're hosting a yacht party and asking if he can bring some cute friends. And can he. Time to dash out a mass text to all 104 friends he has in this world:
ayyyyyy yacht party! get here quick, were goin to costa!! ๐๐ธ๐
๐ Tap here to view Zack Fair's location
The yacht picks them up in Greater Midgar and there are plenty of babes and beverages to go around for the (too-short, wtf) ride over to Costa del Sol. But once they're there, it's all rum runners and bikinis and cookouts, motherfucker. The yacht will remain docked close-by, just in case you need to puke your guts out in the loo or make good use of the lush cabin space, but c'mon. Almost all of you are pale as fuck get some Vitamin D from somewhere other than Rufus, you cocksuckers.
Anyway. Enjoy! ]
insusurromods2020-05-19 01:47 pmEntry tags:
- [ event ],
- [ open ],
- [ whispers ],
- aerith [ asha ],
- aerith [ riddle ],
- andrea [ yan ],
- angeal [ ariel ],
- cid [ ariel ],
- cloud [ peach ],
- cor [ asha ],
- elena [ liz ],
- regis [ ariel ],
- reno [ abby ],
- rikku [ iola ],
- rude [ peach ],
- rude [ yan ],
- rufus [ hebe ],
- sephiroth [ bird ],
- sephiroth [ cat ],
- sephiroth [ nyan ],
- sephiroth [ sten ],
- shelke [ dalrint ],
- squall [ peach ],
- tifa [ ash ],
- tifa [ asha ],
- tseng [ mil ],
- veld [ hebe ],
- weiss [ shikki ],
- zack [ asha ]
ARRIVAL.
๐ฐ๐ต๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ถ: ๐จ ๐พ๐ถ๐น๐ณ๐ซ ๐พ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฏ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ซ๐ฌ๐บ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ you moved under your own power. The shadows that dwelt in the corners of your vision vanished, the world is bright and the shackles of destiny fall from your liberated limbs.
You're free.
But before you can take that next step, before you can alter your fate, a terrible howling fills your ears. It's an ill wind full of malice, one that rips you off of your feet and back, back, back from this chance to seize your destiny. The shadows coalesce into a single entity, its hands locking around your throat. It cannot let this stand.
You think that maybe this is the end. The world goes dark as it rushes past you, this is the end.
Except you wake to the feeling of rain on your skin.
The cliffs around you bare the scars of a fierce battle. Before you, a massive city faces the sea. Behind you, greenery sprawls for miles. Midgar has never looked so beautiful, but it has also never looked so unlike itself. The Sister Ray points proudly towards the sea. A bustling city crawls out from its shadow, looking wealthier and more robust than the slums ever did. You don't have long to ponder this.
Because you aren't alone. Others are coming to, looking just as confused and uncertain as you do. Some are battleworn and bloody, as if they were pulled from a fierce battle. Others appear to be in perfect health, as if they were simply pulled from a long slumber, though no less confused and lost. The howling that filled your slowly begins to fade, and as it does, the rain begins to clear.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ is within a few hours walking distance. ๐๐๐๐ lies not much further in the opposite direction. There is no presence urging you to walk to one or the other, no voice from on high telling you what path your feet should walk. Underneath this infinite blue sky the choice to go - or to stay - is entirely yours.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐?