#cittageddon2k16

[candykraken]

symbols: gathered

so Callie’s managed to get all 9 other symbols together to help banish Bill!

Question mark - Judd @juddkat​ Ice - Marie @chargerfest​ The Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel - Canti @711robot​ Pine tree - Sanzo @quiet-or-die​ Star- Rika @venomoushelianthus Six-fingered Hand - Jack @helibots​ Llama - Callie Shooting Star - Steven @firstgemboy​ Heart - Peter @alicesoneandonly Spectacles - Peridot @whirlygem

I’m trying to get ahold of either Bill or Stanford’s mods but in the meantime, Callie’s gathered everybody into her apartment, which is A-5. There’s a large couch fort/door barrier pushed off to the side of the apartment and the ritual circle drawn on the floor. If anybody wants to introduce themselves to each other since she’s tried to gather them into the same space now, feel free!!

[pitchercat-blog]

Let’s Go Hunting!

@candykraken (closed)

She hadn’t even asked before picking the Stray Cat up, unbelievable. It grunted and squirmed free, resenting how soft it had gone to even let this happen. It must’ve been getting used to being handled, being in the flowerpot. 

It supposed it would have to let the disrespect go for now, though, since the plant had not been getting nearly adequate attention these past couple days. Maybe the apocalypse had something to do with it, but who could really say.

Stray knew those flying eyes were pretty much everywhere, but it would be better for them to find a place where it could be sure they’d come and go to make this a real hunt. Did they have a feeding grounds? Or a roosting place... hm. It went pattering down the street, in the direction the city’s center. No better place to look for eyebats than at the Fearamid, right? Stray saw no flaws in this plan. Anyway if Callie knew any better spots between here and there, then she could point them out on the way.

She was coming, right? Stray looked back at the Inkling presumptuously.

[ruinsgreat-blog]

@shuzenzappa

Yeager had seen quite a few oddities in his days at the city, especially the most recent ones. Thankfully this series of events wasn’t nearly as deadly to him as some others had been.

Currently he had been surrounded by a bunch of paper-bats that had decided to harass him. Normally this might be troubling or even dangerous, if they were actual bats but as it were they were just plain paper. constantly bumping into him and falling down. Most other people seemed to be in hiding today- or running or being haunted or something else.

Still they were obscuring your vision a little too much perhaps it was time to ask for some help. There was a red-haired lad nearby, the last red-haired youngster you met had some control over fire. It was a bit of a long-shot but the least you could do is ask.

“Hellooo~ there, young man!” Yeager called out to him as he approached. It was pretty much impossible to see any part of Yeager above the waist, with the paper flying around. “Do you think you could spare a moment to help an elderly folk like myself out?”

[vsthehive-blog]

“ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀʏ?”

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.”

[711robot-blog]

Continuation from...

candykraken:

“Ah-!” There’s not much time to react before she’s squeezed against his metal chassis. She grabs the hand that’s patting her head and holds it. “I’m glad to see you too! But I really need to get inside and… and just sit down or something, I’m really tired.” She’d slogged her way through a solid slab of that green slime that was raining in…. one of the sectors, they seemed to be switching places on her and getting across the city was more difficult than it had ever been. She kept getting turned around between the monsters and the weird weather.

Callie was right, things outside weren't looking so great. From skulls to wax people nothing seemed to be pleasant in the city anymore. Canti gestured his hand towards what seemed to be an abandoned Storage Building. Maybe there they could find something that could help make things a little less bothersome.

Gently tugging Callie towards the direction of the storage facility Canti places himself in front of her, so that should they run into anything of hostile nature he’d be able to protect his friend.

[candykraken]

“...aw, nuts. Star and Shooting Star aren’t the same thing. Okay. So we aren’t ready quite yet...”

[ruinsgreat-blog]

@inhyecng

The ruins had become a quiet place for Yeager, a calm place. He was the same way back in his old world, he could simply wander around and explore the stories of the past. That is of course, what he would normally be doing here. It seemed that fate had no easy day planned for him.

Normally you think one would who loves history would be overjoyed at the possibility of talking to ancient people. Normally, they might because normally, if they did rise from the dead they wouldn’t be acting the way they are now.

Drunk. They were drinking, he wasn’t sure what and he wasn’t sure why or how he just knew that as long as they were like this he wasn’t getting anything done.

“So like I wash tellin Jimmy here, you...” The ghost paused to hiccup a few times before continuing his speech. “You!! Gotstah invhest now! the marhket for rheal asstate is a pri...primu... prime!”

“You’re full of crap Bob, your plastered look at yourself, can’t even properly dangle your chains for the good spooks!”

Yeager quietly buried his head in his hands, was this his punishment, was there no one who could save him right now? Anyone?

[vennatrix]

{ @terthiodecimo }

It was good to get out and stretch her legs. Good to run and jump and dodge the undead or fire a couple of nonfatal but deterrent bbs to keep herself in practice, but every sector she sought refuge in was just as filled with terrors as the last. Still Lady kept moving with the hope that she would eventually find some nook to hide and recuperate.

She stepped onto Sector 5, and the chaos of the others seemed to not be affecting this place as much, if at all. Lady cautiously walked through, gun at the ready when she heard the first of eerily familiar whispers. Mary...  The barely audible voice came from somewhere over her right shoulder, close to her ear enough that she jumped, spun around and held up her gun. A figure filled her vision and her immediate instinct was to pull the trigger. She froze however, when she realized who it was.

"Roxas?" Although he was facing her, he didn't seem to acknowledge her or her almost attack. She holstered her gun and rushed to his side, placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. "Are you ok? Roxas?"

[inhabae-blog]

@favillautcinis

[♚] “ Heyyyy~~ “ the teen approaches the other leaning forward, hands behind back. Her voice is only slightly exaggerating the tone. 

“ The thing is that something kinda weird is happening and you’re looking reaaaaaally familiar... Do I know you from somewhere?  “

[candykraken]

[to: everybody]

[text] WHATS UP I GOT LLAMA, QUESTION MARK, ICE, FISHY, HAND

[text] IF YOU HAVE ANY SYMBOL BESIDES THAT MEET ME AT APARTMENT A-5

[text] WE CAN DO THIS

[venomoushelianthus-ca]

No matter how Rika seemed to scratch and scrub, the star on the back of her hand would not fade. It irritated her, to say the least -- she hadn’t done anything to earn a mark, and she absolutely didn’t get it tattooed on purpose. It simply appeared, with no explanation. Seeking one out, she left District Zeta and ventured out into the... inherit weirdness the city had become.

(Not that she had known it very long beforehand. For all Rika knew, this was just commonplace. Still, she had a nagging feeling that this wasn’t something the citizens were used to.)

Someone out there had to know what the star meant, and Rika intended to find out.

She had managed (albeit poorly and not without significant nausea) to make it through the bubbles in Sector 006, but when she had arrived in Sector 005 --

No. There was no city, only the mental hospital. There was no Mint Eye, or V, or RFA. Only cold linoleum floors and crisp white walls. But there was the exit, right there --

She ran.

“Let me go! You can’t keep me here!” If the doctors were chasing her, she didn’t look. She could hear footsteps -- flashes of a city in dismay fill her vision but the door is so close -- but does not look back. “I’m not sick!” The hallway stretched further and further away, and she thought she might have heard someone talking.

“This is torture! Leave me alone!”

[doctorgneiss]

Dist had a problem.

“Jade... why is there a penguin on the television set?”

“Why is it so big?”

[candykraken]

“Has anybody tried eating the eyebats yet? Just wondering.”

[goldencups-a]

     Hey guys! It’s NaNoWriMo month, and you know what that means! I start and never finish it. So, instead of stressing myself out between replies, a story, and school, I’m pushing them together. 

     All posts during the month of November will be tagged with #nanovember2k16. At the end of each week, I will tally up my word count, and I hope to get 50,000 words in over the entire month.

     That being said, if you want to interact with me, the time is now! Consider this a (slightly) permanent starter call for the month of November! This means I can hop in your inbox for plots or randomly tag you in starters. Most of them are going to be Weirdmageddon related! This is uncapped for now, but I may get selective with who goes first. Thank you guys! Wish me luck!