Tokyo Log

Apr. 12th, 2015 09:27 pm
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Who: EVERYONE IN TOKYO
What: Destruction, politics and purikura probably seriously everyone should get some of themselves and their friends.
Where: Tokyo
When: 4/10 & 4/11


Tokyo: Pink lights over Tokyo. A giant kappa awakens under the city, rises to the surface, and goes on an (accidental) rampage, desperately searching for water: It waddles around in bigger and smaller circles and asks with a thundering voice for directions to the next big body of water. Starting in Shinjuku, the kappa then moves southwest towards the harbour. The search leaves all of inner Tokyo in ruins from being stepped on, only the Tokyo Tower mysteriously remaining upright, if without power (you'll have to take the stairs, sorry). The kappa moves fairly quickly; everything is over in less than an hour, as it dives into the ocean and curls up on the bottom of the Tokyo Bay. The Japanese parliament has an emergency meeting and decides to try and have the military bomb the monster to death as soon as possible. If you want your numbered to show up at this debate or stop the bombing of Tokyo Bay physically, please comment to the appropriate thread.


((ooc: Sorry, there seems to have been miscommunication regarding if there would be a mod posted thing for this or not - I hadn't planned on it, but here it is belatedly. Sorry again!))
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Who: Emilia and whoever else happens to be in the area.
What: Suddenly, ghost wolpertingers!
When: March 27, 2015
Where: Somewhere in Locke City.
Warnings: Fighting, violence toward ghost wolpers

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[ Arnold looks thoughtful, and Benedict his dopple can be seen huddled in an emo corner behind him ]

Hey... network. Your echoes, or pulses, or whatever... do they... normally make sense? Because all of mine seem... I dunno. Very disjointed. This most recent one is like... just a poem! Or something. A very, very depressing one.

[ And then there's a glow on the screen and he looks down, stares, and screeches, flailing, and a glowing rock goes sailing across the room as he tips backwards off his chair to land on the floor. Benedict jumps to his feet with a startled yelp spinning and brandishing a letter opener in his hand before blinking in confusion ]

Arnold?

'M fine.
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[It was just past noon in Germany when a call went out, the video revealing a young woman with black hair and uniform shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She looked to be in a break room of sorts. When she spoke she had a moderate French accent with a touch of German. It seemed English wasn't that strong.]

"Hello everyone... Um... My name is Celine Blanchefleur. I was advised to make this broadcast in English but I can speak French and German as well. I've been numbered for a short while now and I really don't know... anything. At all. Well much."

[She was extremely nervous, though not really distressed. Perhaps she just wasn't used to asking for help, or maybe it was simply the nature of the help she was requesting.] "I thought I might see if anyone can tell me anything. Or be willing to answer some of my questions. Honestly though I do not know what questions I'm supposed to ask. Or where to even start. This is all very new to me."
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It was supposed to be her day off. Celine had been woken that morning by a call from her boss, asking her to come in to cover for two waiters who had called in sick. This always seemed to happen on her days off. She finally agreed after some coaxing, dragging herself out of bed and through the drudgery of preparing for the day. As much as she didn't want to, the extra money would be welcomed.

She arrived just as the doors opened, already in dressed in her uniform, checking her appearance one last time in a small mirror and plastering a fake smile on her face as she entered.

She would be handling two sections and the unusual busyness kept her well occupied the entire day. It was two hours before closing and she was already exhausted, relinquishing her post at the front to another co-worker so she could get off of her feet for a few minutes. She sat down in a chair in the back, fidgeting and twirling her pen between her fingers as she listened for the bell above the door. Fortunately things had died down for the most part. There were just a few checks to give out to the few remaining customers. Then she could go home-

Unfortunately, the bell did ring. She thought it might have been a customer leaving but the sound of faint voices reaching her ears a moment later. Celine didn't get up for several more moments, tucking her pen back in her pocket. Hopefully this would be the last customer for the evening.