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[personal profile] routemistress
[sent via Dracula's communication rings, and otherwise inaudible]

These things working? I think I've 'ad a message from the Barge. An SOS.

[open spam]

She can't change shape any more, but Iris walks the boundaries of the Clipper like a wolf, and when non-barge people try to talk to her, she mostly just growls, deep and rough and menacing. Fuck this ship.

Soundtrack
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After his talk with the Nurse, Malcolm goes to the smoldering remains of the tree house, his expression crumpling slightly when he sees it. The sheer level of destruction, of rage, of damage to a living thing... it's a place of healing, not of war. Not a prison.

The Nurse said to protect what's left of the tree and to continue to try to talk the patients down. He'll do what he can.
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[personal profile] tinstar
Who: Raylan, a small Revolution and you!
What: Vive la révolution - This is a free for all Log! Make your own top levels or tag into the chaos! (or both, whatever makes you happy)
When: Night of the 17th
CW: Violence but no strong language :3

Preamble

Something had changed. Raylan couldn't put his finger on why it felt like his stomach was eating itself, or why he couldn't stop having nightmares about James dying, but it felt like something Bad had Happened, and it made Raylan anxious and antsy in a way that, maybe, wasn't the most graceful for a man his age.

He'd do a whole lot better if he wasn't here.

But it was enough to spur Raylan into moving his plans into their next phase - plan execution.

--

It started later that same night, well after the Evening Song gathering which Raylan had used to catch a few people's eyes and managed to pass a single message. "Tonight." Jacobi, Garion. Oswald and Yunlan and Elle. Cloud and Steve. Maybe even Elias.. They had to wait, until most of the Clipper folk were in bed. Raylan was sure there were going to be a few night-owls, a few lingerers and that was exactly what Raylan wanted.

Folk they could lure into the mess. The goal? Get up the Treehouse, with or without an Assistant hostage and then - Barricading or disabling the Elevator up.

The Start

First thing Raylan made sure everyone knew as they showed up and moved through was that they were going for distraction and Chaos. Want to block a hallway? Go for it. Want to duck tape an assistant to the wall? Great. There were two fires planned and started in short order, one in the kitchens with kitchen rags and towels, one in the common room entrance with books. Yes, he knows- He objects on principle too, but means to an end and all. As soon as it all started, there wasn't going to be any stopping it or the rush of bodies that may come to try and stop them.

The crawl of fire and smoke didn't take long and Raylan just smiled at it all. Of course they might have fire detectors, but as heavily sanitized and flawed as this place was, Raylan was hoping they felt no need for it. That would change, wouldn't it. Despite all the violence on property they were doing, Raylan felt as calm and sure as ever.

Any Assistants that might manage to make their way into the common room was in for a hard time on their own - Raylan was actively hunting for someone to knock out with the table leg he'd snapped off and he'd made the fact that they needed one of the wristbands top priority. It was the key to the next step and he'd steal and lift as many of them as he could. Anything to stop them from taking out anyone who was causing the trouble.


The Hustle

There were a lotta moving pieces. Raylan knew that elsewhere, Steve and Cloud were also creating an equal amount of chaos - Give 'em hell. But he had his key upstairs and that's what he needed. After dragging Malcolm's body into the elevator with him, he held the door for a half second. He would have called for anyone to join him that wanted to, but frankly, he didn't want to have to deal with any more assistants that might try to take him up on the offer.

No, better take this himself, take the rap for it himself too, if he could. He knew this would come with consequences - he felt they were worth it, if they got any traction or got a meeting with the Authority.

Once the elevator is up, Raylan pulls Malcolm into the intersection of door and floor, using the man's body as a hold button as he starts dragging furniture into the elevator door. Soon enough, Malcolm was traded out for another two chairs and a coffee table - not the strongest of barricades, but plenty to throw a wrench in anyone calling it back down.

Now he could focus on calling up the Nurse with Malcolm's wristband.
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[Text]

I confess that, as restful and lovely as this place is, I find myself melancholy at times. I miss people I once knew. I miss experiences I once had. I'm not alone in this, am I?


[Spam]

Having put out feelers, Blanky waits for people to come to him. He'll spend some time around the tree, as well as in other common areas, putting out what he hopes is an inviting aura. He's grown increasingly restless on the Clipper. He wants to change things. He hopes he has help.
lonelinessloop: (cute idol)
[personal profile] lonelinessloop
WHO: EVERYONE!
WHAT: a welcome party for the new arrivals, with pizza and milkshakes and snacks and candy, dancing games and video games and a big banner that says 'WELCOME!' and music and balloons for everyone!
WHERE: main common room
WHEN: beginning of August
NOTES/WARNINGs: None so far. Party thread!


The main common room has been transformed into party central!!!

There's streamers and balloons and tons of fun and games. Haruka, Luigi, and Duck have made sure that there's a little something for everyone.

Read more... )
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Who: Da Qing and YOU
Where: All around the Clipper, especially the tree and the catwalks
When: throughout the month
Warnings: none atm, will add any if they come up

Da Qing has yo-yoed from Assistant to Patient a good few times already in the time he's been here--he's a very cute kitty, after all, but he's also cynical, snarky, mouthy, and prone to clawing up people who irritate him. Which means he never manages to stay an assistant for very long. Honestly... he's not happy here? But he's not happy at home either, and it's not such a bad life. At least he doesn't have to see Zhang Shi walking around wearing Zhao Yunlan's body like a badly fitting suit, with all the mannerisms and expressions that made Zhao Yunlan himself, and Da Qing's master and best friend, gone or badly parroted. Or go home to Lin Jing living in the apartment that he and Zhao Yunlan had shared for so long, knowing he and his mess and laziness, or Shen laoshi and his neatness and good cooking, will never be there again.

So maybe this is kind of like living in some saccharine children's show half the time, and a rabid free for all some other part of the time, but at least it's away from that. And the food's not bad, even if there's never quite enough fish. The food at home hadn't seemed like anything special without lao Li's dried fish or Shen Laoshi's exquisite cooking anyway.

None of that, of course, means he has to be nice, or well behaved... which is a big part of why he keeps bouncing back to being a Patient every time he 'graduates'. (Graduates, what a joke. He's the ten thousand year old King of Cats, and he's never graduated from anything and never needed to before this.)

He shows up at the morning singalongs just because it's an excuse to sing the song of his people at the top of his lungs and drive everyone, especially the Assistants who take it seriously, up a wall, and no one can say he isn't trying or being 'well behaved', at least at this. He's singing, isn't he?

He naps in various spots (and positions) on the great tree, as well as the catwalks and the garishly colored furniture... and in other peoples' rooms. And on other people if they sit still long enough and he either likes them or wants to irritate them (and knows they won't do something awful to him in retaliation).

He offers running commentary on other peoples' activities, no matter where they are or what they're doing, usually snarky. And loud.

And at meal times he has to (annoyingly. The WORST part of being stuck in this form is NO THUMBS, though otherwise he'd rather this than stuck on two-legs) prevail upon someone else to carry his food to a table... and then more than likely harass them for some of theirs, or simply make the rounds begging, quietly or loudly, from anyone who has something that looks interesting, or looks like they could use some harassment (either because they're an asshole or because they're not and maybe need some company). (Fork he hates that he can't even swear in his head. Or even in cat.)

And speaking of cat, he's also known to occasionally perch on the rails, or a branch of the tree, and caterwaul at the top of his lungs, running through every curse word he knows in every language he knows (which is quite a few, now that he has his memories back. He's been alive for ten thousand years of Chinese history, after all, and even if almost everything between his youth and the present is still blurry and indistinct, because Yashouren minds aren't meant to hold thousands of years of memory, he does remember bits and pieces of a lot of languages) and then yowling about how there's not a single language that the Nurse doesn't censor curse words in. And since he can't curse in any language, he rotates through an assortment of, more or less creative, insults--he's currently partial to 'stupid monkey humper' or telling people they look like the wrong end of a baboon. (And that's just almost as frequent for people he actually likes.)

[For Zhao Yunlan]

The clumsy Taylor person with the butterfly whiskers told him his stupid, thoughtless, self-sacrificing, neglectful, suicidal idiot of a Master is here somewhere, and Da Qing is going to find him. Now. And then he's going to rip his face off. And then he's going to never let him out of his sight again. Which is why he's currently running up the stairs to the catwalks above where she'd said she'd last seen him, yowling at the top of his lungs. "Zhao Yunlan! ZHAO YUNLAN! WHERE ARE YOU YOU MONKEY-FACED PIECE OF STINKY TOFU!" (Tofu is a complete waste of time and energy to fake being food, it's the worst insult he can think of right now, all right?!)
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[personal profile] worthallthis
Who: B and OTA
Where: Various, see prompts
When: First half of August
Warnings: PTSD reactions, some disassociation

The soft edges make it worse. )

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