City Hall/Crash Site OPEN HOUSE
Who: Mello (leatherrr), Matt (smokesss), Guts (no_need_of_fate), Livio (not_a_crybaby) [?], and cameos by Dan (tyrantinasuit) and Shyna (worldrestorer). WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO JOIN IN CAN START THEIR OWN THREAD OR HOP IN ONE OR SOMETHING?
Where: Satellite crash site & City Hall
When: Nov. 4 (and 5 I guess?)
Rating: PG-13 for profanity from every quarter
Summary: Moving into the city hall for now, possible action in various locations around the crash site... Yeah, it's a free-for-all. Throw your character in if you want sum Smile-fightin' actions. 8) [EDIT] We've also got sum investigating going on for both Nov. 4 and 5, so if your character is coming into city hall on either day, c'mon in. ♥
the log:
Third day. Had it been a novel occurrence, Mello would've seriously started wondering if he could overdose on chocolate; not only had the power block's lifting come just in time, but it seemed it had conspired with Halloween and inventory windfalls to put him in almost exactly the right position to take this head-on.
It wasn't an ideal situation by any means, but when you looked at it that way, one could almost see cause for some goddamn optimism. Fancy that.
And all things considered, he could have been the worse for the wear than uncounted surface injuries and a bum leg by the time some smartass in a suit decided to storm the town hall where he insisted the Smiles were coming from with a knee-high girl-cum-thing covering his heels. But new developments were new developments, and Mello had accordingly hared after them with a nod to Chris and the stragglers who'd noticed what was going on and started in the same direction. (And if Matt ever hauled himself over, he'd just have to play it by ear. His damn fault for being slow as a snail and a half.)
The hall didn't precisely have a roof anymore, so the echoes played off the shrieks of the horde outside; special kind of hell, this one, but he wasn't complaining. The enclosed space meant more to put at his back and a renewed sense of purpose rather than just steady extermination--it would be ideal if he could keep tabs on suit and girl-thing, but in the meantime Mello was more than happy to take out the knots of Heaven Smiles nestling in the shadows of the rubble.
Getting his feet under him and running on lack of information was what he did best, after all.
Where: Satellite crash site & City Hall
When: Nov. 4 (and 5 I guess?)
Rating: PG-13 for profanity from every quarter
Summary: Moving into the city hall for now, possible action in various locations around the crash site... Yeah, it's a free-for-all. Throw your character in if you want sum Smile-fightin' actions. 8) [EDIT] We've also got sum investigating going on for both Nov. 4 and 5, so if your character is coming into city hall on either day, c'mon in. ♥
the log:
Third day. Had it been a novel occurrence, Mello would've seriously started wondering if he could overdose on chocolate; not only had the power block's lifting come just in time, but it seemed it had conspired with Halloween and inventory windfalls to put him in almost exactly the right position to take this head-on.
It wasn't an ideal situation by any means, but when you looked at it that way, one could almost see cause for some goddamn optimism. Fancy that.
And all things considered, he could have been the worse for the wear than uncounted surface injuries and a bum leg by the time some smartass in a suit decided to storm the town hall where he insisted the Smiles were coming from with a knee-high girl-cum-thing covering his heels. But new developments were new developments, and Mello had accordingly hared after them with a nod to Chris and the stragglers who'd noticed what was going on and started in the same direction. (And if Matt ever hauled himself over, he'd just have to play it by ear. His damn fault for being slow as a snail and a half.)
The hall didn't precisely have a roof anymore, so the echoes played off the shrieks of the horde outside; special kind of hell, this one, but he wasn't complaining. The enclosed space meant more to put at his back and a renewed sense of purpose rather than just steady extermination--it would be ideal if he could keep tabs on suit and girl-thing, but in the meantime Mello was more than happy to take out the knots of Heaven Smiles nestling in the shadows of the rubble.
Getting his feet under him and running on lack of information was what he did best, after all.