Recruitment Drive to Save the Dave

[feminine_menace]

There is an interesting new message posted on the notice board today:

HELP WANTED

Need a person with godlike or superpowered abilities who can untangle anomalies in space and time to rescue someone from non-existence.

(The author picked up the word 'anomalies' from Star Trek. It's a lot better than 'negative space wedgie' or 'fuckups in the timeline.')

If you can help, please talk to Karkat Vantas or leave him a note.

The note, written in careful block lettering, is not signed. Anyone familiar with Karkat will be able to tell that he did not write it.

[OOC: Reactions only please. Or, you know, bothering threading with Karkat next time he has an EP.]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford Warfstache is beyond furious today. Nothing makes sense, and he hates that everything exists. There has to be a way to get deeper into this story without being ripped apart by a seven-foot-tall robotic bear. There's something important that he's missing, and it's going to drive him insane until he figures out what it is.

He's taken over the area by the fire, spreading out pages of notes and photographs and clippings on the table, going through all of it to see if he's missed anything. The only space on the table not covered in paper is taken up by an enormous cup of coffee (this time), which he's been slowly sipping on absently while he works.

If anybody happened to take a look at the papers spread out on the table, they'd find something fit for a horror movie. Photos of bloody scenes in what appears to be a themed children's restaurant, reports of mutilations, and non-sensical interviews with people raving about demonic animatronics. If anybody who stopped by last two times happens to spot the papers and photos on the table, they'll see they're the exact same papers in photos, in the exact same layout, with the addition of a few hand-written notes in red ink.

[ooc: all threads timed to before Vyvyan's.]

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[littlesynthgirl]

[OOM: Pino's Mother continues to be awful. Warning for racism (or perhaps classism), blatant attempts to be rid of a child, and needles akin to a spinal tap.]

After the third try at the closet, Pino finds Milliways and makes her way to the piano she remembers seeing. She climbs up on the bench, lifts the keyboard cover and begins to play, what is for her, an ancient piano piece. Her playing is flawless, technically, but somehow flat or dead. There is no emotion beyond the way the song is composed.

The white noise of the patrons of Milliways is so much better than the banging of Mother's tantrum.

[ting tag: Pino.]
[[OOC: Work refuses to play nice, so I am rebelling. I will tag as I can, but likely to be slow.]]

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[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

Traditions about the celebration of birthdays vary from country to country and culture to culture. Very few of them are really designed with interdimensional bars at the end of time in mind.

Fortunately, there is one bar tradition that works well nearly anywhere.

"Señora Bar," says Santo, "please, one drink for everyone here today, on me. That should do for a birthday celebration, si?"



[OOC: The real El Santo was born on September 23rd, 1917. I am assuming that the movie character he played shares his birthday as well as his name, so- happy birthday, El Santo.]

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[mightbeagoodone]

[OOC: Post the trail, the code, the fall. Trigger warnings for those threads and whatever may come up in new ones.]

Sherlock enters the bar through the door.

He hopes no one notices.



Quickly, he asks the Bar for something to wash his face, and takes himself to a dark corner to clean off the blood.

At home he's meant to be in hiding until it's safe to set out for Europe. For now he can take a moment and a few deep breaths, and mentally prepare himself for what has happened and what's to come.



...no, "Goodbye, My Lover" is not running through his head. The very idea.

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[yinyangwizard]

Abe no Seimei, tonight dressed in a green-and-gray kimono, is by the fireplace tuning his kin no koto (known in China as a guqin).

Behind and above him, a small drone slips down out of the rafters to survey the area and spy on the bar's patrons. It is almost instantly ambushed by a flock of paper birds, which swarm the thing in a blinding cloud and carry it away to parts unknown.

Unknown to most people. Seimei knows where the drone is going. He smiles to himself as he tunes the next-to-last string on his instrument.

Some time tomorrow, when Ava Wilson is doing her shift at the library and nobody else is around, she will receive a package delivered by a very polite Japanese snow monkey. The contents of said package will have its batteries removed and its memory wiped, of course.

Meanwhile, Seimei will play Chinese classics on his venerable kin no koto, occasionally pausing to enjoy a bit of peach brandy. And talk to anyone who decides to keep him company.

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[just_cant_lose]

OOM:
 
                              (Our kingdom come...)                                                                                                               (our will be done...)

The Reichenbach Fall

(...in thee, as it is in me.)

Jim doesn't know if the door opens or closes. He's only aware of hitting something hard, his head slamming into the floor. The gun he's holding bruises his knuckles as his hand drops, and for a moment all he can do it lie there and blink, pain shooting from the points of impact, processing what just happened. And then he sits up and his free hand rises, touching tentative fingers to the back of his head.

A smile spreads as he strokes down the back of perfectly smooth hair, and he's starting to laugh as he gets to his feet. His hand comes away bloody, and it's all over his collar, ruining his coat, sticking to his neck. He couldn't care less. His arms raise in triumph, he lets out a loud whoop, and if you'd never convince him that life was a beautiful thing, you'd probably be able to make a good case for death.

You're welcome for the new permanent resident, Milliways? Careful of the gun; it's loaded, and Jim's on fire.


[OOC: third link contains suicide. Reactions are fine if your pup wants to notice. If you tag, advance apologies for potential craziness? Any and all threads will probably be Millitimedly after the one with Sherlock but, y'know, *handwaves*]

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

After this, Yamato scribbles a note and leaves it at the Bar.

( YT. )