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WHO 2 1/2 Victorian Gentlemen (

miracledrug) and ~*~*friends*~*~
WHAT Singularities suck. Even moreso when the man who ruined your life is taking charge and respected among your peers while waiting for the real heroes to show up.
WHEN when indeed
WHERE Singularity Romania: Blurred Lines of the Battlefront Between Good & Evil.

( There's no such thing as night or day in this landscape. )

aeturnus

WHO Two losers (

aeturnus /

cymaticsociety)
WHAT Got caught, like losers. Break out, like winners.
WHEN ???
WHERE ?????
WHY do we need a reason for terrible, really

[ Cain is pretty sick of this already. Recently it seems like people have been getting it into their heads that humanity's advanced grasp on science means they should meddle with things beyond their control. Even if they can come to understand it, it doesn't mean they can do anything about it. His whole life is testament to that fact and he's learned the lesson well.

Better yet, their need for control just makes it more obvious when they lose it. He's been watching for opportunities this whole time and strikes as soon as the chance presents, not willing to risk waiting for any number of reasons. Soon he's out in the bare hallways and the alarms haven't sounded just yet but he knows it's only a matter of time until that changes. It's always about time. Cain's got plenty, but the world doesn't seem to notice that sometimes.

Loud, blaring sound pulls him up short as he passes by another cell. This one seemed fancier, perhaps better enforced and the sound vibrating the walls only emphasizes the rattling panel alongside the door with controls and what looks like... a playlist being set? What the hell? It takes a moment for Cain to hear it over the cacophonous din that the sound is actually music apparently being converted to a torture device. When he peers inside the window at the door, he sees... something. A person. Chained up and left to deal with this mind-bending, horrible pain of the sort that's known to strip people down to their barest parts. He has no idea how long the guy's been in there, but by all appearances the person appears to be dangerous. The person appears to be feared. ]

Eh... might as well. Why not. [ He slaps a hand on the panel to roll the music down without cutting it entirely. Even he might reel at the total silence now that the music's seeped into his bones just from standing outside. Using the keys he grabbed off one of his captors, he pulls the door open and looks at the person—a man, it turns out—and speaks. ]

Hey, you and I both want to get out of Dodge, right? Truce on whatever freaky deal you've got going on here 'til we get there?

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Ash Starmer (

subroutined)
WHAT Some silly nonsensical "turned into a kid" stuff
WHEN Around 2107, alternate spinoff of Peaches 'verse
WHERE idk around Junior or Ash's place
WHY why the fuck not

Little seven year old Junior had absolutely no idea where he was. It was some kind of little apartment, nothing huge or spectacular, but it was unfamiliar and made him scared all the same. If he'd been brought here while he napped, his grandparents would be around somewhere, right? Sometimes they had to do things and couldn't leave him at home so he got to come along and do keep himself busy out of earshot. This wasn't like that.

He was really tempted to stay exactly where he was and wait. They would find him eventually, right? But maybe they didn't know he was awake now... he wouldn't leave the apartment, but maybe he could look around the rooms. Peeking his head around the corner of a doorframe, he loudly tried to whisper, "Granma? I'm awake... are you here? Granpa?"

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Kenzi Malikov (

onteamdyson)
WHAT One vampire just happens to have a good, delicious snack named Junior who doesn't mind hanging out every now and then
WHEN Sometime at night
WHERE OUT
WHY fluff fluff fluffy fluff

Junior wasn't really sure if he was early or if Kenzi was late. It was somewhat routine by now that they'd probably miss each other once before finally actually meeting up since they tended to congregate in populated places. Something about seeming less suspicious starting out in hangout spots even if they weren't doing anything that would actually come off as suspicious. Some of those little lessons from his grandparents that never really faded with time.

Either way, he had his eyes peeled and was patiently standing where he was as a beacon of tallness for Kenzi to find. He could have tried focusing his own ability of sensing faelike creatures but that only worked some of the time and left him with a killer headache to force it.

Tonight was supposed to be lighthearted, hanging out and maybe grabbing something to eat for Junior and letting Kenzi have a bite, too. Windowshopping or whatever else caught their eye. No need to start it off bad.

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (

subroutined).
WHAT One of Junior's friends is getting fed-up with his lack of action on his real life crush, so Junior finds an outlet on his doorstep.
WHEN idk just barely after Junior moves back home, like he's 26 or something
WHERE Junior's hometown! Somewhere convenient!
WHY why not, I ask you

When Junior had been talking with an old friend after meeting up to catch up on lost times, he hadn't expected the conversation to go the way it had. Making life artificially was illegal, highly so and for good reason with all the things you could do before it was born, but approximating it had apparently become the new craze of all the top researchers. Joking around that Junior needed something to work his energy out on before he could calm down and just talk to Felix about Real Life Important Things (Such As Love) was all well and good, but a cyborg? Well, android. Except not that either, because those terms had already been adopted from the popular lexicon for other things. This was just... a doll, of sorts.

Not that it made it any less weird. Times were crazy and Junior wasn't sure he felt like keeping up.

What he hadn't expected was for his friend to go through with it, actually make up an order and have it sent to his apartment above Buns 'N Roses like it was a candygram or an express-shipped package. This was... not quite a person, but close enough to be weird. Huh. Standing in the doorway and looking at the redhead on the other side, there wasn't a lot he could say.

"You're, um... Justin sent you?"

insertdadjoke

WHO Cain (

insertdadjoke), Rachel Conway (

gotbottle).
WHAT Cain gets in over his head, Rachel is there to poke her nose into everything.
WHEN idk 2015?
WHERE Warehouse district of some indistinct coastal US city.
WHY idk my bff Ozzy

( Cut text is hard, you guys )

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Leia Organa (

borntoresist)
WHAT how do college... how do.. independence... how do life????
WHEN About 2098 when Junior is starting college.
WHERE Start at a supermarket, work from there.
WHY because I love you all

This was not going entirely to plan. Not that he was floundering or anything, and he had the funds to sustain himself for a while no matter how much he messed up, but Junior was rapidly realizing that living away from home was not as simple as finding replacements for everything he left and simply continuing on. There were such things as shopping lists for basic necessities that he actually hadn't gotten the hang of; most of his shopping had been the ingredient sort, which he knew well enough, but what about the other things? Long-lasting supplies and such.

What he should have done was call his grandparents. Admit he needed some help and he may have shooed them off a little early with his enthusiasm to start learning and making himself better, more of an adult who didn't need his grandparents' guidance to know what kind of laundry detergent to buy. He looked again at the rudimentary list he'd drawn up and brushed his hair away with a little narrow-eyed squint. This was clearly the fault of the list. He should have prepared that thing better. Maybe he should call Felix? Talking to him would at least cheer him up...

But no. No, he could do this. It was a shopping trip. What the hell? He didn't need to call the cavalry. Starting to move before fully looking away from his list, he pulled up short almost immediately when he nearly ran over the person who was already in that space. Which was pretty impressive considering he was still a runt well into early adulthood now. "Whoa—I'm so sorry! Sorry. Um, that... I was just thinking. Sorry," he said, once again shifting his hair as if the action would hide him.

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Felix Bakar (

ambibionic)
WHAT Most unconventional omegaverse couple you may ever meet.
WHEN idk they're adults
WHERE Places.
WHY bad fic makes us sad. good rp makes us happy.

It was a good day so far. Even if they really hadn't done anything, and nothing existentially important was going on, Junior was in good spirits. He had Felix, and he had his grandparents, and even if they had this party to go to, it was more than enough for everyone to be together. They still weren't "officially" together yet despite it being the most open secret of all time; their arrangement wasn't anything hidden, but the paperwork and actual legality was still stuck in bureaucratic hell. That was whatever.

Right now, Junior didn't care for any of that. While he'd gone out to mingle for a bit, mostly just listening in to conversations and nodding his head and pretending he cared about what everyone was talking about, he found himself drawn back to Felix more and more. Sometimes just passing him by to brush his shoulder or let his hand cup around his waist briefly before moving on, but soon he simply placed himself behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around his sides with a contented hum.

"Having a good time?" he asked. It was hard for Felix to ever not have a good time where people and parties were involved. Still, it was the best way for Junior to ask after him. He definitely did not want Felix to feel unattended right now.

androit

WHO Will Vega, Jr. (

androit), Felix Bakar (

ambibionic)
WHAT A date? Maybe. Probably. Or not.
WHEN idk have we decided years yet
WHERE An Art Gallery.
WHY because Junior's parents are DEAAAAAD

Junior had never been good with words. Even as a child, expressing himself had been an exercise in frustration, pantomime and a lot of learned independence. It wasn't for lack of trying or his grandparents' best efforts. Word just didn't come. They weren't his to share. Not like Felix, who made words into beautiful tapestries and could talk for hours without once stumbling over himself or searching for descriptions he couldn't find. It was a compliment to how they worked, able to read each other in the ways no one else could grasp, shoring up their weak spots.

Words didn't work for Junior, but maybe he could get some ideas from the art gallery. Even if he wasn't going to get that lucky, their mutual friend had an exhibit that was to be unveiled that day and it was an opportunity. He'd had plenty of them, and somehow kept messing them up, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel. He would keep trying to make himself known to Felix for however long it would take.

It helped that the exhibit was going to be on cyborgs in society. Something Junior appreciated considering the status of his best friend as a cyborg. In society. (Those words sure are handy, huh, Junior?) The subject was close to both of them for the same but different reasons. Plenty of things to try talking about.

"This one's nice," Junior heard himself say as they stopped in front of some vague-shapes-forming-a-vaguer-picture. The other exhibit wasn't quite open yet, but they would be unveiling it soon. Not very smooth, he had to admit, though he would still give himself points for effort.

devilshands

WHO (

idleplaything) and (

devilshands)
WHAT anonymous hookups that may not become something more
WHEN modern day
WHERE a room
WHY blame Leo

There were always a number of different requests given to her day in and day out as to what people wanted from her. They ranged from the cute and relatively mundane to the weird and "I'm going to call security to escort you out of here." This request, however was an odd one. Total anonymity in an industry that thrived on being anonymous of everyone's safety to an extreme most people didn't usually take it. It was because of anonymity that she was called Bat here, beyond the fact that of course she'd call herself one of the cutest animals ever.

The client was a woman, young and quite clearly carrying an air of nervousness over the whole situation. Most people couldn't really go through with this, chickening out before they got through the front door, but she had stayed firm, making it all the way to her room, blindfolded and waiting for Bat to lead her in. The room was dark, the only light being what little could shine in from the window that had its blinds closed to make it as dark as possible. Thankfully for both of them, she knew the layout of the room and took the girl's hand, gently leading her to the bed and sitting her down on it, sitting down on it as well and pulling her to the center of the bed.

"You know the rules? Whatever happens, if you want it to stop, we're stopping. You just got to let me know."

selfperpetuate

WHO Alex Daniels (

selfperpetuate) and Jordan Leslie (

sensationate)
WHAT magical hijinks turn one man into two. what's a boyfriend to do
WHEN modern day-ish?
WHERE Alex and Jordan's shared home
WHY because it's Leo's fault for being a terrible dad

Sleeping was the absolute worst for someone like Alex. Being an empath, vampiric or not, meant that no matter what, Alex could feel everything. During the day when he was awake and could focus, Alex could just block it out, ignore the desire to find the nearest person and take his fill of of their feelings, their desires. When he was asleep, he had absolutely no control over everyone's feelings rushing in and overtaking his mind as dreams twisted into nightmares and nightmares back to dreams on a whim.

It helped to have Jordan next to him, a soothing, familiar mind to help make a shield around Alex's raw nerve of a mind. Tonight was a bad night and not even his boyfriend laying next to him could stop the emotional onslaught he felt. Tossing and turning, he pushed himself up against Jordan in his sleep until there was no more bed and he pushed Jordan off accidentally, waking up the moment he felt the pain from his boyfriend.

"Damn it," he murmured as he ran his hands through his hair and looked in the direction where he knew Jordan lay on the floor. "You okay down there or do I have to send in search and rescue to bring you back up?"

substandards

WHO Peter Hanson (

substandards), Robin Blake (

indominate).
WHAT gosh idek, D/s 'verse that isn't totally stupid. First time scene between in-denial!sub and totally-with-it!Dom.
WHEN About three weeks after Peter and Robin initially meet.
WHERE Peter's bachelor pad.

It was probably a poor, spur of the moment decision that had led Peter into calling Robin. He had been perfectly honest with himself when he'd tucked the card away under his mattress and determined not to think of it again, too wrapped up in his own problems to think of inconveniencing such a wonderful, gorgeous woman no matter the offer that was extended. He had his friends, he had himself, he could totally deal with the times when his brain decided to shut off his common sense for a few hours... or days...

But then he broke a dish while he had been cleaning it, stepped right in the glass, and it didn't quite seem like a bad idea to keep stepping in it, maybe pick it up and see how far it could go until he couldn't hold back a noise. When he caught himself in that spiral, Peter retreated to pluck out what bits he could from his foot and bandage it while his thoughts kept whirling around in a tizzy. He'd had the card in his hand and flipped over, phone out and dialing before he had even registered it.

"Hi, um, Ms. Blake? A-about that offer at the party... Oh, uh, I'm at 87 Surrey Hill Drive. Okay."

That was that. She was already on her way before he could even think to regret it. Now he was a bundle of nerves and pacing by the door on a clean but still-injured foot to focus himself. She was going to see him as a wreck, but probably better to see her in person and convince her it had been a mistake to call than just call her right back and plead with her not to come. That would seem desperate, right?

paeon

It was hard to miss when another building appeared from nowhere up in Mor Dhona. It was another Crystal Tower phenomenon, although this one seemed eminently more approachable. As always, the inspection fell to a brave adventurer. Not without any sort of backup of course, but word had spread of how O'danya had managed to befriend the mysterious and beautiful Lightning during her brief sting in Eorzea, which apparently meant she was now an expert on people and places that did not originate in the realm. It was laughable, but she had no qualms at being given another job — and an important one at that.

Her only regret was the urgency that her exploration was placed under, or she would have waited for Alichi'ra to wake up and drag him along. Regardless, she had left him a note and message both at the Carline Canopy and hurried to Mor Dhona through the aetheryte pathways. The Immortal Flames had even managed to spare one of their units to guard her back as she braved the mysterious building first. Had monsters made this place their lair? Was anyone inside? Would they be alive?

She couldn't be sure, but then again, it wasn't her job to know that going in. Bow drawn, she stepped inside.

aggrandize

[ On good days, Chris's routine can be rather... well, routine. On crazy days, they're being invaded by aliens and entering space battles and it's the fun and exhilarating kind of crazy. On annoying days, there is absolutely nothing to do on the ship which means everyone is looking to do menial shit and being good at being good at things backfires right in the ensign's face on days like these.

It's another annoying day today and most departments are trying to vie for his time, as the lack of red alert state makes his presence in the armory negligible. Right now, he's found himself inside a jeffries tube with a datapad full of the latest reports of his security level on different topics surrounding the Enterprise.

... okay, and maybe he has a few for-fun fiction novels in there, too. Not that anyone's going to find them on pain of their deaths. Hopefully no one thinks to look in the shafts of deck level D for him before his shift on patrol. ]

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