gotosleep_idiot | (Kind of Belated) TeST drIVe MeMe

[Someone help out a poor scientist hobbling around indignantly in the East?]

[Hey Nautilus, have what looks like a 18 year old woman wandering around in a backless hospital gown ~~look purple panties!~~ and her toy rabbit.]

I really hope we wake up soon Harvey...

Edited 2013-08-09 13:17 (UTC)

[This girl looks as lost as can be, roaming around the Western district, where the sky is red and only works on confusing her even further.]

[She looks up, then around her.] What the hell...?

[This is a man with a spaceship.]

[Okay, no, he doesn't actually have a spaceship here with him. He's sort of lost. Which is also new. Because when you're traipsing around the galaxy in search of a supposedly legendary source of superhuman ability... you should always know where you are.]

[Usually.]

[This is no planet he's ever seen before. Because he's pretty sure Old World New York City ever looked like that.]

[Pay no attention to the man in the suit wandering around, glaring at well... everything. He might be a little confused right now.]

[ A realm of thought. Well, at least he won't be bored. ]

[ Everything is on fire. Oh gods. Everything is on fire. Leo is on fire, it's like the human torch, if the human torch was small and had pointy ears and was currently running around shouting colorful phrases while trying to stomp out the fires currently springing up all over his "workshop" (which is really just an old abandoned Cybertronian building somewhere in the West). Except Leo is on fire, so stomping on the fires is accomplishing the opposite of what he wants. ]

[ FIRE IS NOT A GOOD PRESENT TO GIVE YOUR CHILDREN, HEPHAESTUS. THAT'S LIKE, THE OPPOSITE OF A PRESENT. ]

[ BUT YOU KNOW THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A PROBLEM IF LEO HADN'T TRIED BENDING IT. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. LEO REGRETS EVERYTHING. ]

[ It's okay, Leo can fix this, he can - Leo where did you get that fire extinguisher, it's literally as big as you, Leo no, Leo don't, Leo - Leo Valdez turns the giant fire extinguisher on, and it's kind of like a rocket because it promptly launches him into the ceiling with a sharp thud. Then he sort of shoots unsteadily around the room for a few seconds before hitting the ground again. He lays on his back and contemplates where this all went horribly wrong while the fire extinguisher spins in circles, shooting white foam (infinite white foam, how is there this much foam) everywhere, including at him. ]

[ Leo is now the only thing in the room that's not on fire. Now he looks like a snowman. A scrawny, smoking snowman made of foam. ]

[Okay, when he said they were going to cancel the apocalypse, he meant defeat the kaiju not. March out of an elevator into a forest or park or wherever this is.]

[The Marshal is exceptionally displeased with this.]

[ It looks like a somewhat ordinary cat, but it has a little ring around it's tail. Do you dare pet it or try and give it a cheezeburger? ]

[The cloth was unfamiliar, and the clothes themselves tighter and lighter than he was used to.]

"What is this place?"

[Robb looked down to see that he was holding bags made of paper, with unfamiliar emblems emblazoned on the sides.]

[Go easy on me...I haven't RPed in ages, and I'm pretty new to this place!]

[How about a giant robot who looks more exasperated than confused.]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!

Who dared to interrupt my coronation?!

[Have a small girl around pre-pubescent age, maybe around 10, 11? Either way, she is walking quietly along a trail, with a jug of water on top her head. She looks around quietly, though doesn't look as terrified as maybe a newly wakened would be, but her features indicate that she is looking, searching for something. An explanation maybe?

And also, is it so odd that such an adult, grown up singing voice is coming from a little thing so young?]

My own home...
My own home...
My own home...
My own home....

Father's hunting in the forest. Mother's cooking in the home. I must go to fetch the water, til the day that I am grown.
Til I'm grown.
Til I'm grown.
I must go to fetch the water, til the day that I am grown...

[A young woman, maybe in her late teens or early 20s is standing, looking around, puzzled by the unfamiliar surroundings. She's around the gate, looking for any possible directions, signs, anything to show where she is. She's looking through her cell phone, a cell phone that probably had seven years added to it. Her eyes look glossy, as though she was crying, or tears attempting to fall, but she holds them back. However, the technology she attempts to use, or at least, the id she tries using seemed to no longer be in service. She tries another number, then another, then another. No one she knows is calling back, whatever directions she is trying to receive is not working. She shakes her head slowly and murmurs.]

What is going on...?

Edited 2013-08-10 23:49 (UTC)

[He stalked through the western gate with his head high. For all of his faults, Albert Wesker was certainly no coward - he hardly knew what fear was after the injection. He gave the red sky and unfamiliar landscape a onceover, lips pursing.]

What on Earth...

[Now this was certainly different. And as it happened, Wesker did not take well to having the rug yanked from under his feet. He recognized the giant spiders that were crawling toward him, though, if even mistakenly. He reached into the underside of his coat, and the STARS issued nine millimeter practically materialized in his gloved hand.]

Out of my way.

[Spiders? Meet a few particularly well aimed bullets.]

[When he had awoken, he first thought he had been dreaming.

Then he remembered the phone booth and realized that no, he had been dead.

But that didn't explain why he was here, in this strange city with even stranger decor. Because he had no grand illusions of what his afterlife would be like if there was one and this certainly wasn't it.]

[Hey we heard you liked robots, Nautilus.]

[Try this one on for size. He's about eight feet tall, lanky, lightly built... and definitely not Cybertronian. He's blue and grey, with long struts off his back looking more like spider legs than the wings they're supposed to be.]

[He skulks around the West, occasionally touching his head, speaking quietly to himself, his expression... distant.]

[It's one thing to fall asleep clutching his guitar. He calls that 'day ending in y'. It's another to open his eyes and find himself somewhere he doesn't recognize, with nothing on him but a cellphone and an instrument.]

[The communicator flickers to life, and a velvety, and yet frightened, voice pipes up on the airwaves of the communicators. There's a brief shuffling before a the man's voice becomes clear.]

H-Hello? Night Vale Listeners? Are you there? I seem to be in some kind of alternate universe.

Again.

If anyone can hear me, please. I'm out here in what looks to be a wasteland of some sort--

Oh. There's a tree made of hands. And, aw. They're waving to me! Hello here hands! Oh aren't you just darling?

[There's a crunching sound. The man sounds like he's walking.]

While those trees are quite cute, I must insist on getting back to my booth. Back to Night Vale. My dear Carlos must be worried sick about me!

It's so odd talking into... whatever this is. Some kind of, communication device?

Edited 2013-08-26 23:36 (UTC)

[Someone..isn't pleased.

That someone looks like a raccoon except that he stands on two legs, is wearing a vaguely World War II-esque uniform and...is toting two laser pistols.

Yep. You read that right.

Tail twitching irritably, Rocket is stalking through the gates of the Western district, intending to find someone to hassle for answers as to what this place was and why he was here when he found himself face to face with a giant spider. Rocket immediately tensed and rested his paws on his pistols, growling softly.]

Flarkin' hell. Why can't I ever get the nice planets??

[In the Northern District, a man in a labcoat with dark skin and fabulous, perfect hair walks through the gate. At first, he doesn't pay it much mind, more focusing on talking to himself and messing with the tablet currently in his hand. It's the sudden lack of a hot, desert sun beating down on him that makes him look up and take a glance at his surroundings.

It's with a somewhat resigned sigh that he puts the tablet in his bag, pulling out inside several very scientific looking implements and heading back towards the gate to figure out just what kind of multidimensional portal it was this time.]

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb | Pacific Rim

Edna Konrad (& Harvey) | Edna and Harvey the Breakout

Abby Maitland || Primeval

Pilot Jones || OC

Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim

Edward Nygma | DC Comics

no subject

Marshal Stacker Pentecost || Pacific Rim

Gatomon | Digimon

Robb Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

Starscream | Transformers G1 | I blame Lau

Shanti|Jungle Book

Beatrice Birch|OC

Albert Wesker | Resident Evil

Maes Hughes | Fullmetal Alchemist

Aemilius || oc

Flash Sentry // My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic: Equestria Girls