[Well -- someone managed to rig up a phone out in the garage. And sounds oddly subdued for someone who's made such an accomplishment.]

... I need some paint. Black. If you don't... mind.

[And with that, he hangs up.]

[ACTION][Housemates and anyone else interested in meeting face-to-face can find him in the garage at his place, curled up ( Read more... )

[Sometime this evening, the phone is knocked off the hook. All that can be heard are desperate little mumblings, the same words repeated over and over again.]

[It sounds like "No".]

[Cutlery rattles at some point, and the water faucet turns on.]

Please no--! Please-!

[ACTION]
[Residents of 1249 Williams Road probably noticed Jolt's friend ( Read more... )

[In the driveway of 5718 Cunningham Lane, there is a giant alien robot, half in, half out of the garage. He appears to be trying to get into the wall, or pull some wiring out of it ( Read more... )

[Residents of 5718 Cunningham Lane, there is a Corvette in your driveway -- if it still exists. Since... an Autobot isn't going to fit in the house, after all. It just sits there, still, silent, looking for all the world like a perfectly ordinary car.

Until the engine suddenly revs, and it streaks backward into the streets. For a second, it ( Read more... )

What... What just happened? A house just went... down on this street...

[Silence. The Autobot is rather obviously shaken, but doing his best to hide it. If one house went down, what about the others? What about everyone he cares for...?Has anyone... survivors. Has anyone checked the downed houses for survivors ( Read more... )

[Anyone living at 5718 Cunningham Lane is likely to find the supposed "man of the household" sprawled lazily on the couch, giving one of his legs a decidedly dirty look, as if it had personally offended him. He says a few choice words in his native language - sounding rather like a disgruntled modem tone - before grabbing up the nearest phone ( Read more... )

... Do bite wounds get infected?

I've heard something about... ray bees. Should I be worried?

((ooc: CONTEXT IS HERE. In sum, Conbatrad bit him.))

[A gasp, and then silence. He's woken up in bed... but... why doesn't anything hurt? Why can he move his jaw? The ceiling looks disturbingly familiar. The bed feels disturbingly familiar. This is not the room he'd been in before--Had they droned him again?

Something rustles, while he fumbles around for the phone.]

... What did I miss?

... Admittedly, I don't know him that well, but I'm fairly certain Mewtwo isn't... supposed to sit there and stare vacantly next to a bag of food.

[Pause]

And, that he's supposed to make a smart remark when I do something stupid. Which hasn't happened in days.

Who knows how to fix a... ah... whatever... he is?

All right... let's... preface this by saying that I can't quite believe I'm saying this... but I've been pushed into it. By a lovely young female nurse... and an annoyingly persistent electric junkie friend of mine.

I'm... [SIGH] ... Looking for someone who claims to have, and I quote... "healing magic ( Read more... )