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[for postarity's sake- I hope this is ok AJ] [Aug. 11th, 2009|10:13 am]
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Backdated: a chat log that's set after John kidnaps Draco

WHO: Draco, John Conner, Tycho
WHERE: on the surface, later at a bar
WHAT: Tycho rescuing Draco

He didn't recognize the man with the gun (a new arrival?) but he did recognize the blond kid, stumbling sullenly forwards, a gun pressed to his back. He didn't have a weapon himself, and besides, in a situation like this, if he went in guns blazing, the kid would most likely end up dead. So time to do some old school hostage negotiation.

The man was a new arrival, and just as angry and confused as they all had been when they first got here. He wanted to leave, and so Tycho offered to take him to the hanger on the surface in exchange for Draco's safe release. Once there, Tycho admired the skill with which the man quickly and efficiently commandeered a primitive combustion engine helicopter- they could have used someone with his skills in the rebellion, Tycho mused.

The man didn't trust that it might not be a trap though, and demanded that Tycho go with him. Personally, Tycho wasn't sure at all that the thing wasn't dangerous- I mean, they burned hydrocarbons as fuel! There were so many ways that could go wrong, Tycho couldn't count them all. But he hadn't come this far to not rescue Draco now, so he reluctantly agreed.

He felt his concern was completely justified, when they reached the perimeter of the base, and they were dumped back on the other side, the helicopter continuing on without them. Pilotless, it promptly crashed and exploded into flames.

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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2009|04:34 pm]
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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Above ground
WHAT: Hiding out while the base turns into ~*magic school*~
NOTE: Use this as a general "shenanigans above ground" post if you don't want to make your own. Tag in with whatever your character is doing. (Someone's raiding the Falcon for rations, right?)

The base inhabitants were stuck aboveground for the evening. This was by choice for most people -- after all, they still might get blown up -- and to deter the rest, Peter had webbed shut the entrance to the base.

Hopefully Anakin wouldn't realise lightsaber beats webbing and go hunt for more potential grandchildren. :\

Peter had also volunteered to light a fire. What? This was like camping! There had to be a fire!

... how do you make fire, again?

He was rubbing together two sticks without much success. Why wasn't it working? That's what they did on TV, right? Damn, he knew he should've listened to Uncle Ben and joined the boy scouts instead of Science Club.

"Where's the Human Torch when you need him...?"
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[Danger Will Robenson! Danger!] [Aug. 7th, 2009|10:25 pm]
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Red lights dropped down from the ceiling and started to flash, painting the world an ominous crimson. The speakers crackled, and an indifferent sounding voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire base.

"Warning. Warning. Dangerous energy levels detected in the Fiction Gate containment zone. All base personnel please proceed in an orderly fashion to the nearest exit to evacuate the premises. Warning. Warning. Dangerous energy levels detected in-"

The message repeated over and over in a loud drone. You would have to be in a coma not to hear it- voice was loud enough to wake the dead.

In a random corridor, Draco dropped the book he was holding and clapped his hands over his ears. He glared balefully at the flashing red lights- they never had anything so obnoxious in the wizarding world.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he asked the corridor at large.
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(no subject) [Jul. 27th, 2009|06:27 pm]
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who; emma frost & anakin skywalker
where; emma's apartment, the office~
what; therapy...and discussion of the "o.g."

Emma held the piece of paper she had found in her foyer by the corner. The least bloody corner. Seriously, that was gross. Her nose wrinkled at several things. A) The blood. B) Was she really administrator again? 'Cause that's not cool. C) Uhhh Francs? Really? France is on Euros now. D) "Madame Frost"? Insulting! She's not married. OR OLD. and E) O.G.? Who the hell?

Of course, when Emma read the postscript, she realized just who it was. Madamoiselle Daae...Phantom of the Opera. O.G. Opera Ghost. Emma groaned and puts her hand to her head, leaving a bloody fingerprint. "Eugh."

There was a knock at the door. Sort of. More like a bodily slapfest at the door. Emma, scrubbing at the fingerprint on her forehead, glared at the door. "Anakin, stop that."

[ooc: went out for emergency mood-boosting drinks; will be back for tags later ]
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[LOOK HE'S NEW] [Jul. 21st, 2009|08:28 pm]
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For once, Erik was thrown off. He had slid back one of his numerous trap doors and no arrived where he had expected. Perhaps he was no longer mad, but had fallen into the category of stark-raving insane.

Nonetheless, he did what any good ghost would do-- he made his way into the sub ceiling, cracked one of the ceiling tiles slightly, and waited for someone to fuck with.
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(no subject) [Jun. 30th, 2009|09:14 pm]
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Who: GOB Bluth, open
Where: The adult/restricted section of the library
What: Pop-pop in the attic

GOB was furious. There were absolutely NO hookers, strippers or whores that he could find, and he was getting bored. So now he was in the library, looking for Playboy or something to keep his hands busy. The library was the last place he wanted to be--it smelled of geeks. Geeks and books. But he didn't know anywhere to go. The girls here all played hard to get, and they played with pepper spray and hairpulling and kicks to the shin.
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Awaken//Breathe [Jun. 30th, 2009|03:51 pm]
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WHO: Sharon, Helo, Hera?
WHAT: Sharon's downloading
WHERE: Hallway, possibly back to their quarters

Downloading on the base was different than on a Resurrection Ship. Not any less painful or less stressful, not better in any way, really. Just...different. For one, she didn't wake up naked covered in a slick, white liquid, surrounded by her brothers and sisters. The race she had betrayed. No, Sharon instead found herself on the floor of a random hallway, clothed in her regulation pants and tanks. Sweat glued her hair to her face, and screams erupted from her mouth, a mouth that didn't feel like her own.

She just lay there, her body shaking as she screamed, for who knows how long. Seconds. Minutes. Maybe hours. And then finally, it was as if her mind and her body collided. They were one again. She sat up, startled, ending the screams now that she had control over her own mouth again. She gasped for air, taking in her surroundings.


Lee shot her.

I'm not the Sharon you knew. I didn't have an affair with the Chief, I didn't leave Helo behind on Caprica... And I'm not the Sharon who shot your father...

"What?! What did you just say?"

"No...you don't want to do this... I didn't hurt your father...I never would..."

The gunshots echoed through her mind like it was a hollow cave.

Hera. Helo. Oh, God.

They were next.

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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2009|11:13 pm]
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Ankin wat did you do toour nwest fern plant??? it looks liek its been Mangled within an inch of it's lief this had better reach yu please bring more of this ting they call COOKING SHERRY bcause i seem to have run out I rally dont kniow where its all gone i am TRYING to make a fyucking special meal here
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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2009|09:21 pm]
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Is this good or bad?

I... I wouldn't mind that. But it's impossible. It's completely impossible.

Kriffing base. Kriffing book.

I need a drink.
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2009|03:54 pm]
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Who: Open
Where: Storage room then the Computer Lab. After that all over the base.
What: John Connor has arrived. Please join in for fun, games, and explosions. Anyone shiny and robotic especially "appreciated".

John woke up on the floor. His head was killing him, and he had the distinct metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Moving slowly he propped himself up till he was sitting. Following his training he checked himself out for injuries. No blood, not even any bruises or tender spots. That was good. Next he checked his gear. Still all there even his weapons. Now for the radio. Cycling through the channels he listened for any activity Resistance or otherwise. Nothing, and he couldn't risk broadcasting until he knew his situation.

Finally he looked over his surroundings. It looked like some kind of storage room almost like the ones they'd have back at base, but cleaner. Frowning he got up, and swept the room to make sure there wasn't any machines hiding. Moving to the door he opened it a crack and looked out. Where ever he was it was underground that much was clear. Closing the door he tried to collect his thoughts. Last he remembered he was geared up, and heading out for a mission. He hadn't left the base, so where was he? It couldn't be a Resistance post. Too clean, too well maintained. Had SKYNET captured him somehow? Then why was he still alive? It didn't make any fucking sense.

The place certainly did look military though, which meant there had to be a network somewhere. Resolved he exited the storage room and made his way through the hallways his weapon at the ready. Seems luck was still with him as the third door he tried looked like some kind of computer center. Pulling up to one he frowned again. This shit was made for humans. Pre-Judgment day. Interfacing with his own portable computer he started to hack into the system. Area 42? What the hell? Schematics that's what he needed. There they were. The place looked like it was cross between a base and a prison. Okay he had the route to the exit, and there was supposed to be a hanger on the surface. He'd head there, and hope there was something he could steal. At least he had a plan now. Just had to hope this wasn't some big game from SKYNET. Double checking his weapons he headed out.

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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2009|09:42 pm]
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Who: Peter Parker, his science class, volunteer chaperones, and anyone else.
Where: Starting underground (classroom), moving up to a JUNGLE aboveground.
When: Monday morning.
Notes: More explanation in OOC comm!

"Okay, boys and girls!"

Peter was not, by nature, a morning person, but he had dosed up on caffeine to be extra annoying today. He grinned brightly at the gathered kids and adult chaperones in front of him.

"The other day in class, we talked about the food chain. I know, I know, when will I ever have to know this in real life, well, let me tell you, you'll be thanking me next time you have an epic battle against Kraven the Hunter or crash in the Savage Land. But we'll also get to put some of that boring theory into practice today! Anakin here--"

He waved towards Anakin Jr, who stood to the other side of the desk looking mildly awkward at suddenly being the centre of attention.

"--has found an area above ground that closely resembles the jungles of-- what was it?"

"Yavin 4."

"Right, Death Star planet, gotcha. The jungles of Yavin 4. Which means we get to go on a field trip! We'll explore part of the jungle, observe some animals, and hopefully see some real life examples of this super exciting part of science.

"But remember, the jungle can be a dangerous place, so make sure you know where your group leader is at all times, and never go off exploring on your own. Any questions before we head out?"
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2009|12:02 am]
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[voice post]

Hey guys, this is Kelly Kapoor and I'm so bored, so I decided I need some stimulation--

If you know what I mean!

--that was Andrew, my [sigh] partner in crime.

We're like Jesse and James from Pokemon, only more competent, and I'm not evil. Anymore.

Shut UP, Andrew! God! OK, so, like, we're going to host this Miss America/homecoming/whatever thing. Post your nominations here, you can nominate yourself, and then in a week we'll have the talent portion, the question portion, and the swimsuit contest in the theater.

There will be one for the boys and one for the girls. If you'd like to judge, you can ask here.

(ooc: I've never actually seen Miss America or the like, so pardon the inaccuracies about the sections or whatever)
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(no subject) [Jun. 20th, 2009|05:16 pm]
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Who: Hawkeye and Siri
Where: The Theatre

Hawkeye hummed to himself as he walked to where he was supposed to meet Siri. Checking his pocket one more time confirmed that the tickets were still there. He couldn't even remember what the movie was called. When he bought them he just asked for something with a lot of explosions. Really he was just grateful he hadn't blown up on the spot due to one of the base's quirks. With any luck it would be alright, and Siri would have a good time. Arriving at his destination he quickly found a bench, and strecthed out on it to wait.
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(no subject) [Jun. 17th, 2009|09:19 am]
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This place is dildoes.
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(no subject) [Jun. 13th, 2009|11:52 am]
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Who: Anakin, Han, Wedge, Emma, Jean
Where: Dumped outside the underground entrance

"Han...?" Anakin asked, dazedly. "I think this friendship will last...forever. I thought that about Obi-Wan, but then I killed him. One of my teeth just fell out. I kind of love you like we were brothers."

Anakin has not had water for several days.
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(no subject) [Jun. 4th, 2009|10:19 pm]
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So. Uh.

What's up with you guys?
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(no subject) [Jun. 3rd, 2009|08:17 pm]
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[Private to Siri]

Hey, haven't heard from you for a while. I was wondering if you wanted to go catch a movie together some time? My treat.
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(no subject) [Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:33 pm]
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this is annakin skywalker, i want to Report that i feell into a hole and Solo hit me a few times

now i need help

him too

were friends
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[yes he's still aliiiiiive, haha XD] [May. 27th, 2009|09:11 pm]
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It's too quiet 'round here these days.

Owen, you still around? Haven't heard from you ... in a while. 
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|09:53 pm]
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who; emma frost, amelia solo, allana djo (OPEN)
what; allana's visiting post in the clinic. (aka: PAGING A DOCTOR PLZ)
where; a triage room in the clinic.

Amelia had brought Allana to Emma and Emma had taken the girls to the clinic, leaving Tripsy and Hannabeth in the telepath's room. Allana was seen by a nurse, her wrist set and a cast applied (in bright pink). Amelia and Emma had both signed it as they waited for an actual doctor.

After all, the nurse had taken one look at what Allana had been throwing up, and the green-ness of the little girl's complexion and ran off to find one of the doctors on call.

"Kill me," Allana mutters to Emma, the little girl's curls plastered to her forehead in sweat. "Please."

Emma clears her throat politely and steps out into the hall to look for the doctor again.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|08:40 pm]
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who; allana djo, anakin skywalker, han solo, amelia solo
where; a hole on the topside.

This place was booooring. Also, Allana's wrist really hurt, and Hannabeth was freaking loud. Allana rolls her eyes and pokes the chihuahua on the flank. "Stop barking."


Allana head-dirts. :(
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:21 pm]
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I didn't do it.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:20 pm]
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What the fuck is this?

I don't even want to know. My outfit would never look good on some...what is that? Is that a fox-person? WHAT THE HELL. I mean, she's not even a mutant. I can tell because I JUST KNOW SHE'S NOT A MUTANT.

I just want you all to know that if I go on a homicidal rage, it's no one's fault but your own.

Oh, no. This one has calmed me down from the rage. I'm good.

Anakin, you've missed several weeks of therapy. Please fix that. I'm lonely.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:15 pm]
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So first off, Grandpa and Daddy? Don't get mad.

But Allana's stuck in a hole. I don't know why there was a hole in the ground, but we were playing up on the surface and she's now stuck in it. :|
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:13 pm]
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I'm bored.

BORED BORED BORED. I won't tell you where I am, 'cause Adama might still try to kill me, but rest assured: it's boring. I want to do something. Let's explore or do drugs or have sex or something please? PLEASE.

Someone talk to me?

Please? :(
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:03 am]
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Who: Ferus, Anakin
Where: Skywalker apartment
What: Throwdown time (sparring)

The sick feeling in his stomach seemed to grow the closer Ferus got to Anakin's place and no amount of centering was helping. Why, exactly, had he insisted not only on sparring with his nemesis but at his nemesis' living quarters? Where said nemesis' wife also lived? The wife who used to be his best friend but who wouldn't so much as speak to him anymore?

Ferus sighed. Part of him secretly hoped Padmé would be there, if only to try one more time to prey on her sympathy and ask her forgiveness. But the bigger part of him was grateful to find her nowhere in sight when Anakin answered the door, appearing to be much alone in the apartment.

'Skywalker,' he acknowledged stiffly with a slight nod. He held up the hand holding his lightsaber.

'I trust you're ready for a challenge?'
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[REUNION] [May. 21st, 2009|10:53 pm]
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this will probably only be interesting if you're a tycho/ferus shipper, aka if you're me or Em ♥Collapse )
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(no subject) [May. 19th, 2009|01:16 pm]
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1. Doc McNinja made up a whole bunch of shavit about why I have fourteen cavities. The kriffing jerkwad said I needed to floss. He had the nerve to give me some free samples of gross... minty... string. I don't need to floss because I am trying ON PURPOSE to get my cavities big enough to smuggle stuff in because that's what I do. Does Doc want me to smash open some Imp's skull and floss with their capillaries? Yeah? Is that what you people want? Would that make you happy? Well it ain't gonna happen, because THERE ARE NO IMPS OR VONG HERE FOR ME TO KILL, AND THAT'S WHY I GET BORED AND EAT STUFF WITH "TOO MUCH" SUGAR.

Dental care is all a scam anyway. Let me tell you what I realized one time when I was drunk: The dentists get money for their fancy-schmany toothbrushes and ~*~*toothpaste*~*~ (What the kriff do they think SOAP is for?) from the government and end up giving half the credits to the gumdrop corporation, and that's how they stay in business. They're all in cahoots. I know I'm right because I told Leia this theory when she was still Chief of State, and she looked at me really weirdly and changed the subject to rug patterns or throw pillows or something lame, because obviously I was on to something big. And let me tell you, the New Republic spent all that hush money on lollipops for themselves. That's why the candy dish in Mothma's office was always stacked so kriffing high. I should drink more. I'd figure out more about the nature of our damn universe in a day than Luke does in a decade.

My point is, I DON'T HAVE TO FLOSS IF I DON'T WANT TO because it takes up too much time when I could be doing better things, and because I don't wanna.

2. Here's another thing: I'm an honorary member of the Jedi Order, so I try not to trash talk the Force as much as I did back in the day. But if the Force is as flawless as SOME PEOPLE here imply (and okay, trust me: I know there's a million different views. I pulled Jacen and Anakin off each other enough times to understand that it's a touchy subject), then why does it let my teeth get cavities? The Force is everywhere, which means it's inside my mouth, right? So.... what's up?

3. Politics.

4. My Name Is Earl got canceled.

5. Anakin Skywalker.

6. Some guard was making ga-ga eyes at my ship.

7. Anakin Skywalker.


9. You know what? It's not enough that my sister-in-law is dead, is it? The idiots on Earth just have to go and draw kriffed-up stuff like this, don't they? And I got kinda mad because I thought she was throwing my ship at first, but then I though, "Nah, I don't want to be mad at Mara Jade's ghost. She'll haunt me good. And not in a pleasant, 'Oh, Han, the Force is here and wants you to know that you're its favorite person' way."
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When Did This Storm Begin? [May. 15th, 2009|08:24 pm]
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WHO: Sharon, Lee, maybe Helo later?
WHAT: Lee's just recently found out Sharon's a Cylon, so who knows what his random meeting with her in the hallway will lead to.
WHERE: Hallway

Sharon smiled to herself, humming a random tune that she had heard Hera singing earlier that day. She was pleasantly surprised by how good things had been going for her and her family as of late. She wasn't going to deny how tense she had been about the Kara and Lee situation, despite Helo's reassurances. Because according to her husband, this Kara and Lee didn't know about Kobol, New Caprica...they hadn't even known that she was a Cylon. She remembered what it was like to be aboard Galactica shortly after the other Sharon had been revealed as a Cylon, after she had shot the Admiral. She remembered how long it had taken to gain their trust, how many of her colleagues still didn't trust her. To start all over with them, to not have the experiences of places like Caprica and Kobol to show them who she really was... it was like reliving a nightmare.

And yet, here she was smiling and humming, off to the ice cream parlor to get a cone and a shake for her husband and their daughter. Maybe she felt better because Helo and Kara had finally sat down and talked. She knew things weren't perfect between them, and she knew that she was a great source of tension between them. But they'd had an entire conversation without either of them throwing a punch; she considered that a victory.

Or maybe she felt better because tonight Helo had the night off, a rare occurrence. Seeing Hera smile, beyond happy that she had an entire evening with her father, made Sharon beyond happy, too. And she could see how ecstatic it made Helo feel, how much he enjoyed having a night with his family, a night without dealing with any of the problems that were outside their little room. Her smile widened into a grin. Yup. Tonight, they were just like any other family. Tonight, everything was perfect.

Until Sharon rounded a corner and walked straight into Lee Adama.

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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2009|09:35 pm]
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[Audio // Open Broadcast to the Base] [May. 10th, 2009|05:01 pm]
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So, interestin' digs ya got here! S'not as nice as Mistah J's place, but still...it has a certain charm to it. What's all this ballyhoo about me bein' fictional?

[[OOC: Harley is back, with no recollection of previous events.]]
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(no subject) [May. 8th, 2009|07:15 pm]
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Attention Please

As director of A.R.M.O.R. I have decided that it is necessary for our continued protection to make full use of the resources we have captured. To that end I am forming the A.R.M.O.R. Air Wing to provide for the defense of our airspace. We have no idea what the Authorities might come back at us with. They have let us breathe for now, but we don't know how long that is going to last. Any, and all pilots are free to join. I don't know if we can get you airborne in your preferred birds, but we'll do our best. I also need mechanics, and anyone able to help maintain the aircraft.
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(no subject) [May. 7th, 2009|04:50 am]
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So what do we do that we're, you know, free?
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(no subject) [May. 5th, 2009|07:11 am]
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Y'know what's funny? It's been quite some time since a certain somebody lectured me about divine love or tried to find mystic patterns in the toilet water. Not that I'm complaining, but has anyone seen Leoben?
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PILOT CHALLENGE: Only Experienced Pilots Need Bother [May. 3rd, 2009|05:50 pm]
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Who: Lee Adama apollofreaked and
Challenged Pilots
Tycho Celchu sonofalderaan with great respect
Wedge Antillies yubyubcommander you are where?
Anakin Skywalker (teen) like_animals you too kid
any other hot shot pilots
What: Pilot Challenge, only the superlative need apply
When: I've been waiting since March!
Where: The skies above Area 42

I seem to remember being challenged, funny how nothing came of itCollapse )
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NOT FILTERED. LEIA DOESN'T CARE. [May. 2nd, 2009|07:36 pm]
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Um. Ummm. :\

Excuse me. Emma Frost? Hi. It's me, Leia. I hope I'm not bothering you.

I just went over to see my mom, and Anakin's rolling around on the ground and crying and talking about being a slave again. And how Watto would make a better father to me than him. Oh... now he's eating an entire side of raw bacon. And some raw shrimp. And some Hello Kitty fruit snacks. They look kinda expired. I think he's going to get sick again.

Just thought you should know~
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(no subject) [May. 2nd, 2009|07:08 pm]
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Who: Chicken Lady (VERY OPEN)
Where: The cafeteria

Somewhere in Area 42, a guard was crying. The Chicken Lady had attempted to peck his clothes off only a few minutes after coming through the Fiction Gate. He was a sexy beast. A couple of other guards had pulled her off of him.


She smelled fresh garbage as she made her way into the cafeteria.

"Hi!" CL clucked at the other dining patrons.

Her head tilted back and she made her way toward the garbage can.

"Eggshells!" She took full fistfuls of brown, moist, rotting eggshell and scarfed them down. There were some ants crawling around in them. They escaped and began crawling around on her scaly chicken lips.

She took a seat at one of the tables and cleaned her feathers.
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(no subject) [May. 1st, 2009|09:21 pm]
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This place isn't as awesome as my place, but don't worry, it coo'. Some soliders told me I could use this computer to talk to you guys whoever you were, so I figured might as well.

Name intro time! My name's America.
Home of the Free. Land of the Brave. Tell your friends.

Your turn!

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(no subject) [Apr. 29th, 2009|04:07 pm]
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I've finally figured this thing out. Someone was kind enough to show me how this com. com. Thing works. Darlings, they tell me I'm not real. This just can't be true. I'm here aren't I? And everyone's so rude around here (except that sweetie who showed me how this works -- he wouldn't take any reward, though; and me in my best lipstick).

I know you're out there, darlings. I'm so bored. Where are you?

[as dictated since Flea has no idea how to type]
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[finding my heart] [Apr. 25th, 2009|11:38 pm]
Area 42 // A Pan-fandom RPG

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WHO: Tycho, Siri, eventually Ferus
WHERE: ~~corridors~~
WHEN: after this
WHAT: looking for Ferus

Tycho ran, and ran, and ran. His heart was pumping, and his mind raced. He couldn't stop thinking about ... ohgod. Ferus. Ferus without him. With him, but without him. The last thing Tycho remembered, they had been fighting over the appearance of teen Anakin, which Ferus had reacted very badly to, and Tycho'd maybe gotten him to calm down a little over it when he'd gone off to try out his Christmas presents with Trever, and then-

What happened, Tycho? The bomb went off, and ... then what happened? What made you lose all your memories? Tycho shook his head. It wasn't important. What was important was that Ferus had been having a hard time, had needed him and

Tycho couldn't remember it. Couldn't remember any of it. He could almost scream in frustration, but that wouldn't help anything now. What would help was finding Ferus. He had to find Ferus. Had to see for himself how Ferus was doing.

Sprinting blinding down the halls, eyes scanning as fast as they were able to move probably wasn't the best way to go about doing so, but Tycho was too panicked right now to be able to do anything else.
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