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Now we know what peaceful assembly gets us.
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( thoughtformed ) WELCOME to the New Moore social network
15 June 2012 @ 11:02 pm
[There is music blaring across the network tonight.]
[Deadpool is dancing à la Amy's Mop dance from Honey I shrunk the kids meets Tom Cruise's Risky business. His scarred skin bare for the world to see, a long, narrow, modified shotgun his 'air guitar' and he's singing along in his distinctively annoying voice as he dances around the hotel room. The few times he pauses to sing at the camera indicate this is not at all an accident.]
[Deadpool is dancing à la Amy's Mop dance from Honey I shrunk the kids meets Tom Cruise's Risky business. His scarred skin bare for the world to see, a long, narrow, modified shotgun his 'air guitar' and he's singing along in his distinctively annoying voice as he dances around the hotel room. The few times he pauses to sing at the camera indicate this is not at all an accident.]
11 June 2012 @ 10:45 pm
What: An action log for Magneto's meeting of the super-powered.
Who: Anyone who wants to come! He's hardly checking superpowers at the door!
When: 7 PM, June 11th.
Where: The gazebo at Seaside Park.
Erik stood at the edge of the gazebo, looking out over the sea as the sun set and silently preparing himself. He was not... public-spirited by nature, and while he felt no fear at the thought of addressing a crowd, nevertheless there was a tension, a nervous excitement. He could change the balance of power here. A test run for back home.
Unseen, in the rafters above him, he had set half a dozen large iron ball bearings in a steady orbit. Their regularity was calming to him, as was the security they could provide him at a moment''s notice. Reaching out with his senses, he could detect the electrical fixtures in the gazebo, the streetlights that edged the park, the cars on the street, and several dozen other small pieces of metal moving -- belt buckles, coins, cell phone components... sometimes, the familiar shape of a gun.
He continued watching the sea until the first of these collections of metal objects moved toward him, and then -- before it came close enough to make a sound -- turned to see who his first guest was.
Who: Anyone who wants to come! He's hardly checking superpowers at the door!
When: 7 PM, June 11th.
Where: The gazebo at Seaside Park.
Erik stood at the edge of the gazebo, looking out over the sea as the sun set and silently preparing himself. He was not... public-spirited by nature, and while he felt no fear at the thought of addressing a crowd, nevertheless there was a tension, a nervous excitement. He could change the balance of power here. A test run for back home.
Unseen, in the rafters above him, he had set half a dozen large iron ball bearings in a steady orbit. Their regularity was calming to him, as was the security they could provide him at a moment''s notice. Reaching out with his senses, he could detect the electrical fixtures in the gazebo, the streetlights that edged the park, the cars on the street, and several dozen other small pieces of metal moving -- belt buckles, coins, cell phone components... sometimes, the familiar shape of a gun.
He continued watching the sea until the first of these collections of metal objects moved toward him, and then -- before it came close enough to make a sound -- turned to see who his first guest was.
11 June 2012 @ 03:49 pm
Seriously. All these beautiful chicks and you couldn't have brought me to life at an earlier point in my timeline? You know the one I mean.
Oh well. At least this place isn't boring. When's the party starting, guys? I've got lots of party favors
Oh well. At least this place isn't boring. When's the party starting, guys? I've got lots of party favors
11 June 2012 @ 11:13 am
And as I understand it, many of you are as well.
Contrary to what you may have been told, I believe we can get off this island. Not by waiting patiently, not by being 'released' one at a time, but all of us, together, soon.
To do so, however, we may have to pool our resources.
To those of you who have extraordinary abilities -- gifts beyond the range of human scope -- we should meet. Collaborate. Plan. One of us alone may not be able to escape, but working together we could do... something magnificent.
Seaside Park, seven o'clock. Come prepared to show off.
Contrary to what you may have been told, I believe we can get off this island. Not by waiting patiently, not by being 'released' one at a time, but all of us, together, soon.
To do so, however, we may have to pool our resources.
To those of you who have extraordinary abilities -- gifts beyond the range of human scope -- we should meet. Collaborate. Plan. One of us alone may not be able to escape, but working together we could do... something magnificent.
Seaside Park, seven o'clock. Come prepared to show off.
It's like Christmas at Comic Con
With less hairy, overweight crossplayers and more dick measuring contests.
With less hairy, overweight crossplayers and more dick measuring contests.
10 June 2012 @ 11:01 pm
[The feed starts upside down for a moment, then turns right-side up, face-to-face with a masked man.]
Look, the welcome party was nice, and I'm sure your city is a very lovely vacation spot. But I have a madman on the loose to catch back home, and I really do not have the time to be sunning myself on the beach right now. So let's cut the brochures and I'll be on my way.
Look, the welcome party was nice, and I'm sure your city is a very lovely vacation spot. But I have a madman on the loose to catch back home, and I really do not have the time to be sunning myself on the beach right now. So let's cut the brochures and I'll be on my way.
10 June 2012 @ 04:00 pm
[Here on your screen appears the image of a very ordinary-looking thirty-something man who has seemingly arrived in New Moore the traditional way--via the hospital. He's the type of guy you'd see on the street and not even give a second glance. A pair of wire-frame glasses are perched upon his nose, and there is a touch of grey visible at his temples. He is also naked, but luckily you the viewer cannot see anything lower than his chest. Assless hospital gowns do not survive the transformation as well as pants, he has found.]
[After taking a few moments to familiarise himself with the webcam software, he glances up. There is a bone-deep exhaustion in his expression and his eyes hold the sort of weariness one might expect to see in a man twice his age. The room around him, partly visible on the screen, is an absolute wreck. Those familiar with Bruce Banner may recognise the signs of post-Hulking.]
[Unfortunately, when he had woken up the first time here in this strange medical facility and they'd told him about being a fictional character, he had automatically assumed the worst: that someone had finally succeeded in capturing him. The other guy had made an unsuccessful attempt at breaking out, which still has Bruce a bit confused but only proves to him that whoever has kidnapped him has done their homework. It makes more sense than what the hospital staff is telling him. Because no matter what good deeds he may accomplish, everyone will always be after the Hulk in the end. He should have known better than to ever have thought that maybe he could return to a normal life. Now he's stuck in this "hospital," because they won't let him leave. They tell him he's dangerous.]
[No shit.]
I have no idea what's going on here, or what kind of lie I'm being fed about this "fictional" business. It's a pretty flimsy cover-up, if you ask me... so why don't you just come out and say it? Who are you working for and what do you want with me? [His voice, like his expression, is tired. Tightly controlled. Suspicious.] You might think you have the upper hand here, but you're messing with something you can't control. That isn't a threat. It's a promise
[After taking a few moments to familiarise himself with the webcam software, he glances up. There is a bone-deep exhaustion in his expression and his eyes hold the sort of weariness one might expect to see in a man twice his age. The room around him, partly visible on the screen, is an absolute wreck. Those familiar with Bruce Banner may recognise the signs of post-Hulking.]
[Unfortunately, when he had woken up the first time here in this strange medical facility and they'd told him about being a fictional character, he had automatically assumed the worst: that someone had finally succeeded in capturing him. The other guy had made an unsuccessful attempt at breaking out, which still has Bruce a bit confused but only proves to him that whoever has kidnapped him has done their homework. It makes more sense than what the hospital staff is telling him. Because no matter what good deeds he may accomplish, everyone will always be after the Hulk in the end. He should have known better than to ever have thought that maybe he could return to a normal life. Now he's stuck in this "hospital," because they won't let him leave. They tell him he's dangerous.]
[No shit.]
I have no idea what's going on here, or what kind of lie I'm being fed about this "fictional" business. It's a pretty flimsy cover-up, if you ask me... so why don't you just come out and say it? Who are you working for and what do you want with me? [His voice, like his expression, is tired. Tightly controlled. Suspicious.] You might think you have the upper hand here, but you're messing with something you can't control. That isn't a threat. It's a promise
You know, I would point out the irony of all this but it is just too easy. I mean really. Are you getting that bored out there? Let's tell all the fictionals they're fiction and see what they do!
Spoilers: Most of them won't believe you
But hey. At least you have me. Your friendly neighborhood spider-man!
No? Not even a little laugh. Huh. Tough crowd. All right. Time to liven things up a bit. It's all a little too real housewives for me. Why don't we see if we can spark up some Hawaii 5-0
Hey. While we're at it. Do I look like Ryan Reynolds under this? As long as you have the wheels to the clownmobile, why not mix things up a bit?
Come on.
For me?
Pretty please?
Oh, fine. But if I don't get a kiss from a lovely lady before I turn back into a frog you are the one who has to hear about it.
Spoilers: Most of them won't believe you
But hey. At least you have me. Your friendly neighborhood spider-man!
No? Not even a little laugh. Huh. Tough crowd. All right. Time to liven things up a bit. It's all a little too real housewives for me. Why don't we see if we can spark up some Hawaii 5-0
Hey. While we're at it. Do I look like Ryan Reynolds under this? As long as you have the wheels to the clownmobile, why not mix things up a bit?
Come on.
For me?
Pretty please?
Oh, fine. But if I don't get a kiss from a lovely lady before I turn back into a frog you are the one who has to hear about it.