[OPEN] Emperor

[pianistofraielin]

Who: Anyone in Vegas is welcome
When: June 24th, evening
Where: Las Vegas, outside the Aria.
What: OOC post here. Russel incites a mob outside of the Aria hotel in Vegas. Feel free to start a subthread if you just want mob shenanigans without being directly involved in Emil and Russel's conflict!

( Emil needed to die. )

10. Video. Laptop.

[flamberge]

[When Karl's face pops up, something looks distinctly different. Could it be new clothes? Nah. Could it be a new hair cut? Nope. Could it be the gigantic black eye he's now sporting and that's impossible to miss? Yup. Given the size and the intensity and the puffiness, whoever got him in the left eye got him good and recently so. Anyone in or around the police station at 5 pm yesterday would have seen a random man march up to Karl as he was leaving and just slug him as hard as possible. Karl, oddly enough, didn't do anything to him.]

Should any of you still wish to test magic and its effects on plastics or other materials, I've recently gained a new form of it which can be used for the experimentation.

[Time for a quick demonstration (once again, inside his own apartment because true scientists don't dwell on details like property damage when testing things)! Karl rolls the chair out of view so to give everyone a nice view of a rubber boot by a door frame. Nothing happens for a few seconds. Then suddenly, a bolt of lightning (complete with thunder sound effects) strikes it. Out of nowhere. Inside an apartment. Yup.

Once magical lightning show is over, Karl rolls back into view. He almost opts ending the message here, but instead, very clearly hesitates before speaking up once more.]

There's also a question I've been meaning to ask. Does anyone here remember being older than what is possible for humans? If so, do you recall how it was possible or the details of why the aging process had been abnormal? Was magic or odd technology inv--

[Asking about the details behind potential agelessness gets cut off by the sudden vibration of his phone. A quick glance down at it happens before Karl sighs and answers with a 'Ja, Mutti?'. A nice little exchange made up mainly of ja-ing and mutti-ing follows, with a final 'yes, I promise, this weekend' in German before finally closing his phone. Seconds after the conversation ends, the phone vibrates again. Thankfully, it's only a text. It still succeeds in getting another sigh.]

As one final note, I will be traveling outside Locke City to Boston on the 29th and will remain there until the 5th. Pulses may no longer fully vanish outside the city, but still be cautious in contacting me during this time.

[And just ending here. People should get the jist of the aging thing even if it got cut off, right? Right.]

First Day of Work - Open!

[oncedevil]

Who: Anthony Sparado and you!
What: It's Anthony's first day working at Espresso Yourself, and he's not sure if he's in way over his head or not.
Where: Uh, Espresso Yourself?
When: Late morning of June 24th, after initial training is done.

( Now how does this thing work again? )

Just a couple of apocalypse monsters hanging out

[chalicejoker]

Who: Hajime and Phillip
What: Summer festival!
Where: Somewhere in Japantown
When: Afternoon of June 24

( No weird cooking competitions here, no sir )

[text/video] VEGAS, BABY!

[grannyfucker]

Watch this.

[When the video focuses, it's a slot machine. Jovan's hand reaches into frame to pull the lever, and the three images go spinning until eventually, he lands on triple diamonds.

Then he moves to the next machine over to the left and pulls that lever too. It eventually lands on triple dollar signs.

Next one to the left, he pulls. It lands on triple cherries.

The video moves faster as Jovan yanks on the lever of literally every slot machine in the row. The video is moving too fast now for much to be understood, beyond the fact that he wins every single game. Triple lemons, triple bells, triple sevens, triple dongs, triple Simon Edwards's drunken face...]

I just made more money than most of you will ever see in your entire lifetimes!

o7 panic attacks | Audio

[gunhearted]

[Nice is home. She's in bed asleep, and wrapped up in bandages and Jacuzzi is... sitting in their living room, kind of just waiting for her to wake up. He doesn't need the sleep (he'll eventually pass out in the wee hours of the morning, but for now) he'd rather wait to see if she needs anything. Help or medicine or--

He can't sleep right now anyway. Out of the hospital, his mind is buzzing. He finally has a break to himself when he's not waiting for nurses or doctors to go through, where he's not putting on his best face for Nice. He's not the one hurt, after all. But the anxiety is creeping in again.]

I-I don't get it, guys. We knew it was gonna happen. We knew it could've happened and we couldn't stop it, anyway. Me and Nice--

Everything's going weird with us. Every time something happens and we get an echo, we--we keep being more and more like the guys we remember. And every time we remember something, we can't stop it from happening. We can't stop anything... I can't stop anything.

I don't get it. I don't get why we're getting these--I don't get why she had to get hurt! W-what's the point of this anyway, why are we gettin' these if they're just there to hurt people?! Nice and I aren't getting any crazy powers, we can't fight aliens, we're just--

We're just normal!

So why is it happening to us?!