this is a [test] of the emergency broadcast system

[titansno]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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Cerise 'Cherry' Bellefleur - Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Precure

[willchange]

A

[Are you wandering the halls of Locke City High School? Then you may just bump into Cherry, carrying a truly ridiculous amount of book, balanced very dangerously on top of each other. Some of them are for school, but a few of them are her own, mostly books on plants.]

Wah!

[Oh, and when I say bump into? Yeah. I mean that literally. The girl can't really see in front of her very well, so she'll bump right into you and fall over. With the books flying everywhere.

There is a lesson in here somewhere, probably.]

B

[After school, Cherry is the number one employee at the local flower store which is currently not named. In that she's the only employee there at the moment, actually. The usual cashier has taken a sick day, so Cherry is at the counter working, rather than sorting in the back and doing odd jobs.

She's very quiet, staring at the floor. When someone comes in, she'll speak up instantly though. Albeit... a little quiet than she probably should.]

Um... Welcome, do you need any help maybe?

B;

[honestopinion]

[Jamie? Yeah, he's here with his mom because some great aunt or uncle--distance family member died. He doesn't really remember or care about the details.] No.. my mom will look for hours though, prepare yourself.

[He's sitting on the floor at the counter, his young voice coming from the below. Can she even see him? Jamie is now playing something new, yeah another title fresh from Japan on his 3DS. TinyMon in his backpack in case of emergency.]

A

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Coming around the corner had been none other than Lily, who ... well, the last thing she noted was a pile of books coming her way. She wasn't even able to discern the fact these books might belong to a person. It was just books.

Colliding straight into her, no amount of generally good athleticism or reflexes were able to stop her from getting sprawled out right on the floor.]

Tom Orson Mercy | TOM | Toonami

[welles]

A

[Those in the Numbers or otherwise in the know might be tuning in. Radio Free Locke, a recent pirate radio show broadcasting on a number of inactive frequencies with a significant internet and stream presence. Railing against Thunder Corp and the police with exclusive rumors and news suppressed elsewhere, hosting uncensored call-ins, playing unedited hip hop and electronica and reviewing the bleeding edge in tech and entertainment, it's picked up a surprising amount of steam. The host is only known as "DJ Welles".]

Hello once again, Locke City faithful. It's DJ Welles, coming to you from 10,000 feet above Locke Harbor. Tonight we've got a special interview, and an exclusive on Thunder's latest deals that they don't want you knowing about. The time is 10:01 PM down there, and broadcasting live from the Absolution is Radio Free Locke.

[a couple of tracks play, before...]

All right. Enough of the beats for now. Let's take some calls. Number for the night is...

[he rattles it off. it's no set contact, it's a new prepaid disposable phone with each broadcast.]

There. Call in, ask us your questions, deliver anything you might have for the people at home. There we go! Hey, you're on the air. What've you got?

B

[How's it going, network? Some good old Steve Blum-voiced video comes through. Tom looks...unnerved, but he powers on.]

How's it hanging, Numbers? I, uh.

Wouldn't guess any of you lost a cloaked starship the size of a football field? 'Cause if you didn't...

[he scratches behind his head, looking up out his apartment window briefly. he's already gone inside the ship. it's just above his building, for the time being.]

Happy birthday to me.

Six decks. I think. It has power. Computers beyond anything I've ever seen. Shitton of communications equipment. No crew.

I remember this ship. I've been talking about it since way back on the show as a joke, after my first echo.

[he places his hand under his chin, thinking.]

I might start broadcasting from it for real.

C

[Oh, RadioShack. You delightful, delightful place. Anyone in the store this afternoon might see this guy wandering around with a cart, picking up component after component and tossing them into his cart. He pauses at one, a pack of typical radio antennae.]

Hmm....

[reapsthewind]

You have

a space ship




oh my god

Kazuki 'Kaz' Yukimi - Kazuhiko Yukimi | Nabari no Ou

[brats]

A
[ It's raining... Kazuki's not super big on rain, but he's got an umbrella, so he's not soaked, but-- Is that meowing? Yes, it seems Kazuki has found a kitten in the rain. Tiny and soaked, the kitty wails loudly. Is it hungry? Cold? Pissed off? Crap, what's he supposed to do? He's 15! He can't just take home some pet... ]

H-hey! Anybody lose a cat? Anyone...? Shit...

[ He can't just leave it there... but he's getting wet too... Oh, what should he do? ]

B
[ Fuck it I'm running with wild card because I cannot. I mean, this is subject to change but. Kazuki's mom is the famed writer of the popular Young Adult series, the Thirst Games, and she dragged him to one of her book signings. This is a nightmare. The worst. He will not survive all these... fans. Frothing girls. Even some guys. Why are there adults here too. This is a teenager book. Why. God, this is so embarrassing. ]

Just kill me now...

SLAMS INTO

[pattern]

[take the cat, yukimi
take it

sora, the little bookworm, might slam into him if he keeps standing there gaping.]

Maxwell Strauss/Prince Siegfried | Princess Tutu

[danseurnoble]

[A]

[The art fair is surprisingly active, if small. As he looks over the pieces, Max can't help but think that he understands perfectly why most of these artists are local, and will remain that way for quite some time. The thought has an almost sympathetic tang to it; after all, he came here as a fellow artist and he understands how difficult it can be, but that piece of jewelry is gaudy and this sculpture wouldn't suit anyone's living room. Sigh.

...Oh, but that's an interesting painting. He picks it up and holds it at arms' length thoughtfully.]

Hmm, is it a swan or a dove? It's not bad, either way. It might look nice in a dorm room...

[Later, he's sitting in front of a low stage, watching a local group's perform some kind of interpretative dance in colorful one-piece costumes. His interpretation so far is that someone has lost track of what the choreographer was doing. When it ends, he applauds politely, but a bemused comment escapes him.]

Now, that leaves something to be desired, doesn't it? I wonder what.

[B, if passive-aggressive critiques aren't your thing (which let's be honest, who's thing is it?)]

[There's really no better way to end a long, sweaty ballet practice at Elledell College than having it start pouring rain at the bus stop. Without an umbrella. Max lifts his dance bag over his head halfheartedly, because the rain is disappointingly clammy and sinks right through his t-shirt.

Thankfully, the bus comes shortly after and he can dash on. It's crowded, but he secures the last empty row and throws his bag down next to himself. Next person to get on, he's not going to think to move it until you ask. If you don't ask right off, and he notices you looking, he'll raise an eyebrow.]

Do you want something?

A - But I like passive-aggression

[fusionjack]

[There's someone else nearby that's not very impressed with the dance troupe, either.]

Rhythm? Co-ordination? Context?

[One might note that his hands are still in his pockets, having not engaged in any applause at all. Applause goes to those who have properly earned it, and these folk have a way to go yet, as far as he's concerned.]

Re: Maxwell Strauss/Prince Siegfried | Princess Tutu

[steelfeathers]

[Rick is also doing some Christmas shopping at the fair. Please stop him before he lets his sense of humour overcome his good taste.]

Looks more like a duck to me.

[He picks up a truly hideous chicken-themed necklace, possibly the one Max had been looking at, and inspects it.]

My mother might like something like this.

Ivy Curry/Ivy Hisselpenny-Tunstell | The Parasol Protectorate [SADLY CLOSED TO ARTHUR/AQUAMAN]

[pokebonnet]

It's early afternoon in East Texas and Mrs Ivy Curry has a pitcher of ice tea, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and her eyes directly on the television, where her favorite supernatural soap opera, Nights of our Deaths, is playing. Just as Rodriego is about to give Amoretta the kiss of eternal life, text starts scrolling along the bottom of the screen. Something about an earthquake in... Locke City? But that was where Arthur lived!

Soap completely forgotten, Ivy reaches for the cordless phone and dials her grandson's number.

[italktofish]

Arthur was in the process of checking out the bus to make sure he'd be able to go get kids that needed to get home somehow when his cell phone rang. Was it work? Something had happened at the school? He was so distracted checking the bus out and worrying over the fish that were now crammed into one unbroken tank that he didn't think to look at the phone and check the caller ID before he answered. "Hello?"

Remilia Scarlet (Roselle Delacroix) | Touhou Project

[septette]

A

[ Oh, the joys of public transportation. Roselle regrets ever getting a bus pass, but sometimes it's necessary when her father can't ferry her around. Never the less, she looks to be in absolute misery riding the bus. Everything looks to filthy to her. She's trying to keep to herself in her lacy skirts and parasol resting in her lap, but

blech. ]

B

[ For some reason you have the need to visit the Delacroix house. View the splendor. Middle-class splendor. At least it's clean. And fairly nicely-decorated. Although Roselle seems angry that she has to be the one to answer the door today. Where are the maids when you need them. ]

Yes, yes, come in, I suppose.

A

[prismaticdestruction]

[And sitting next to her is her baby sister, who seems like she's starting to regret fighting to come along. She's in a bit more casual things, loose pants and a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. At least she isn't clinging for once.]

Roselle....When are we getting there?

Flandre Scarlet (Danièle Delacroix) | Touhou Project

[prismaticdestruction]

A

[How a 8 year old got out and about on her own is a mystery but she's sitting on the bus, looking out the window. She is sitting far away from everyone else although she does glance about from time to time nervously.]

B

Does anyone on this play games? I was curious if anyone played OakTale as I just started playing it. I think I'm going to make a Theif at some point but for right now I'm doing that fighter.

It's really neat and all but a bit boring when you are all alone.

B [Text]

[paradiseshrinemaiden]

I've played Oaktale before. I don't play MMOs too often though.

((Sorry for taking forever to reply. XD;))

Re: Flandre Scarlet (Danièle Delacroix) | Touhou Project

[steelfeathers]

A.
[Well that's a bit worrying. Rick will sit down a couple seats away from the kid so he doesn't scare her.]

Hey kid, did you lose track of your parents? I have a phone if you need to call them to come get you.

Randy Wienerman (Randy Cunningham) | Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

[ninjaverb]

A: THE MALL

Rock Steelshred was doing a pubic appearance at the mall.

Superhero or not, no honkin' way Randy was missing out on this!

Somewhere in the back of Randy's mind, he knew that whoever he used to be would never have skipped out on superhero-ing duty to go to the mall. Even as Randy powered past stores toward the stage set up at the food court, he could feel this strange... weight in his stomach, like Taco Surprise Thursday at school except without the accompanying diarrhea. With every step he could feel that weird feeling creeping up his spine.

Was this... guilt?

...

WELP, it wasn't anything 40-ounce Giant Gulp^TM couldn't drown out! His other, more responsible past self clearly didn't have ROCK STEELSHRED in his world, else he probably would have bailed to see him, too.

The others would be fine on the mission without him. They were the good guys, after all. It's not like anyone would die if they were short one player, right?

B: SCHOOL (pre-echo)

Randy and Danny always sat at this picnic table before class started. It was tradition, emphasis on was. Lately, it seemed, Danny had been running way too late to actually hang out before class. Randy was all about sleeping in, sure, but would it kill Fenton to chug an energy drink or something and get his keister in gear? Before school and lunchtime were practically the only times the two of them could hang out anymore. These days, his best friend was way too busy for him.

The worst part was, Danny wouldn't even tell him why.

Still, Randy clung to the tradition diligently, wondering if maybe today was the day Danny would finally snap out of whatever weird phase he was going through and start acting normal again. Until then, Randy was content to hang out at this same old park bench, chugging his same old sugary caffeinated beverage, watching the rest of the student body wander by and get to hang out with their friends.

B

[not_good_not_wicked]

Hey look Randy, it's one of those new friends of Danny's. That new crowd of vaguely suspicious characters he always seems to be running off with.

"Hey, you're Randy, right? Danny said to pass on that he'd be late but would probably be around for lunch. Dunno why he can't just text you like a normal person."

B

[gogoghostpowers]

And for the first time in what must have been weeks, Danny finally made it to school early enough to uphold the tradition. Network stuff had been keeping him up late, either to get together with other network people to do some exploring, or to catch up on all his homework that he kept falling behind in due to everything going on.

Paradoxically, though, the earthquake he'd caused a few days earlier had been keeping him up so much, he just gave up on getting a good night's rest altogether. Which was how he found himself packing his bag for school at 6 am so he could finally show up early enough to meet with Randy again.

"Hey, Randy." He lifts a hand weakly in greeting as he drops his bag to the ground and slumps into the bench next to his friend.

Isaka / Peacock Undead | Kamen Rider Blade

[fusionjack]

Arts and Crafts Fair

There's a well-dressed man wearing designer sunglasses making his way slowly through the craft fair's aisles with a distinctly unenthused expression upon his face. This was hardly Jack's first choice for a way to spend what little free time he had, but he had sworn to himself that he'd step outside of his comfort zone and try more new things. And this was sure as hell something new. Even though a lot of the vendors seemed distinctly old. And smelled of patchouli. And it didn't help that it was almost Christmas, and half the stuff available was twee festive nonsense. Mittens and scarves as far as the eye could see, wreathes made out of increasingly improbable materials, and far too many folk thinking they were clever to seal jellybeans and chocolate covered raisins in a plastic baggie and label it 'Reindeer Poop'. This was both stupid and a waste of time, for he hadn't seen a damn thing that he'd care to purchase for someone as a Christmas present.

Until he came to a metalworker's stand, where there's an assortment of work on display. Particularly interesting are the handcrafted belt buckles. He's not entirely sure why they're suddenly so interesting, the craftsmanship is good but not great... but they've gotten him to stop and linger. That's got to be worth something. That's got to be significant. And he's finding himself suddenly reminded of a cousin of his that he hasn't spoken to in a while. Maybe he'd appreciate one of those as a gift? He had been meaning to stop by Aikawa's and say hello, hadn't he?

"...so." He raised his voice and looked to the vendor. "How much are they?"

Public Transportation

These retirement parties are going to be the death of him. Too many of his firm's senior executives have been departing after long and profitable careers, and that of course means taking them out after work to drink, and celebrate, and drink some more... and now it's past midnight, he's drunk as a skunk, and sure as hell not driving home in this state. Honestly, he'd have preferred to skip the whole damned thing, if he could have done it without losing face at work. And now he's getting the train home, and disliking every moment of it.

It's not like he didn't fit in with the rest of the rabble, at this point. His tie was loosened, his sport coat had a concerning stain near the shoulder, and he reeked of alcohol. Sitting back in his seat was uncomfortable, and so he was slumped forward slightly, forearms at rest on his legs. Just two more stops and he'd be within walking distance of home. Surely nothing could go wrong between here and there.

Public Transportation

[chalicejoker]

Hajime would have preferred to be driving his motorcycle back home, but he hadn't wanted to bring it with him. Not when there was a chance it could be traced back to him as they searched for more clues as to what those giant snakes were down in the tunnels.

He hadn't found any snakes, but what he had found on his way back home were a few generic street thugs looking for an easy mark. They weren't Blood Keys, just ordinary idiots out looking for a quick buck...and while Hajime hadn't been able to transform, he'd been able to fight them off fairly well.

He still looked like a mess; one of his eyes was swollen shut--not like he could transform during that fight--and it looked like he had a long green line drawn across the side of his face. His clothing was torn, and judging by the way he was glaring at people with his good eye, he didn't want to be bothered. At least he knew the injury would be gone in the morning. He grabbed the first empty seat he could find, accidentally bumping the drunk guy--really, he could smell the alcohol from the front of the train--as he took a seat. "Sorry."

Wait. He knew that drunk guy. Maybe he should get out of there before the drunk guy recognized him and realized just how beat up he was at the moment.

harper sutherland (kanade minamino) | suite precure♪

[duette]

A - RAIN, ACTION



[ It's like the sky is falling when Harper Sutherland steps foot outside of Starling-Chandler. All the streets and sidewalks are virtually empty, since late afternoon means most of the students have already gone home for the day. So she opens up her umbrella, sticks one earbud into her ear (a mix her brother had made, though she'd never admit it) and descends the steps into the downpour.

Harper makes down a block, when a sudden wet, squishy thump resounds from the top of her umbrella. Thinking it's the unruly kids who live in one of the highrise apartments trying to prank her, she whips a very sharp glance upwards. ]

Hey, you up there! Where's your mother?! You shouldn't be throwing things, don't you know how dang —

[ All the windows are closed. Expression smoothing over first in wonder, it then fades to worry, and not least of all... ]

— dangerous that is...? Huh?

[ Righting her umbrella, whatever had fallen on it and stuck slops down the side and lands on the pavement with a squishy flop. Then the wet little creature wobbles around and pins a wide, vacant stare at her.

Harper rears back, throws her umbrella, and shrieks like a banshee. ]

B - NETWORK, TYPED



I'm about to ask something very silly! Two things that are very silly, actually. I'll give you until the count of 3 to decide just how much silliness you want to witness today it before I ask, so I won't have to deal with any silly comments on my silly subjects. I've about had it, as it is! Here I go.

3...

2...

1...

There! Now.

Anyone who has experience with *adorable* talking cats, please check in with me. Anyone who has experience with the *paws* of *adorable* talking cats, please also check in with me. If you could. ...Thank you.

[decelerate]

talking cats.

Henrietta ??? (Homura Akemi) | Puella Magi Madoka Magica | Re-Test

[stop_hamerutime]

((Test #2, as I kind of ignored her for like two months and want more practice anyway))

Public Transportation

Excuse me.

[There is a very small-seeming teenage girl being steadily pressed toward the back of the standing-room-only bus, squashed between rude commuters and her own backpack. She's also having trouble making herself heard over the noise of the bus.]

Um, excuse me?

[She also may be having trouble seeing what stop the bus is at and/or breathing.]

Er, help? Anyone?

The Mall

Henrietta sighed. She hated dealing with crowds at the mall during the holidays every year, and this year she was feeling even more awkward and out of place than usual. She had to admit to herself that that was saying something, and did so while toying with her Mystery Ring of Don't-Even-Know-What-This-Is-For, which was apparently an early Christmas present from the Universe, or at least the weird parts of it that she'd recently discovered.

She sat on a bench (at least there were places to sit down here) and considered her options. There were clothing stores she didn't like, bookstores she did like but were full of rude holiday shoppers, or sitting here and pondering her own weird daydreams about superheroism and weird architecture. She sighed and tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling and lost in thought. Time seemed to stop for a while.

Then it actually did stop, as far as she could tell. After a few seconds of shocked staring at suddenly motionless people, Henrietta practically jumped off the bench and yelled in surprise. That was, of course, when she realized she'd fallen into another weird daydream and now everyone in the immediate vicinity was starting at her like she had some kind of disease. Henrietta glued her eyes to the floor and started trying to shuffle through the crowd unobtrusively, before someone decided she was crazy or on drugs.

((I'll respond to either in any format, I just felt like some variety))

[peacefulwinter]

[Winter was really starting to regret her decision to take the bus rather than walk. Sure, it was cold out, but really, this was unreasonable.

The faint voice from inside the mass of people, meanwhile, concerns her enough that she pushes herself through the crowd roughly until she finds the source. Stumbling as she gets there, she reaches out for the other girl's hand.]

Are you all right? It's... really crowded today.

[The plushie she's holding in her other arm against her chest is highly conspicuous. Especially considering it seems like it's watching her...]