i was on my way to work when i realized i'm wasted

[capemods]

WHO: A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE
WHERE: Here, there, everywhere.
WHEN: Anytime from 6:00 PM to the wee hours of the morning; feel free to tag in with a specific time in your subject header.
SUMMARY: Chronos and Vector are failures and half the City goes apeshit!

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ALL NIGHT LONG if only to accomodate for multiple crazyfights

[deathdeals]

[Shiva was actually on her way to assassinate someone when she was affected, which means that the dude she was supposed to whack has caught a lucky break!... for like the next 12 hours maybe. All she can feel is the fire of the Lazarus Pit burning the fuck out of her, and, useless as she knows it would be, she really really wants to snap somebody's neck. Her motions are relatively disoriented, given that this is, you know, her, her eyes are narrowed with pain and madness, and every so often she lifts her head up and screams.

SO YEAH she's just dinosaur-walking down the street and sometimes swiping towards people at random are you a bad enough dude to rescue the pedestrians y/n]

[notadartboard]

[Sanji was not at the club, he got his days off and spent most of this one down by the harbor watching the ships. He's on his way back home toward nightfall, mostly wrapped up in his thoughts but starting to notice odd things. Like the middle-aged guy talking to a lamppost about the chick he took to prom last night. And then the old woman asking random people if they had seen her daddy.

But really, the beautiful lady suddenly taking a swipe at him as he walked was just too much]

...o-oi! Watch where you're going!

[deathdeals]

[She barely heard his voice, but Shiva was at least aware that there was someone in front of her, though the details were slightly obscured by the fiery walls of molten death she was currently wading through. Male. There was nothing else important; she kept seeing different faces. King Snake, Batman, David Cain... Every inch of her body might be flaring with pain, but she was also throbbing with newly instilled power. Or, uh, thought she was.

She would show him how strong she was. With incredible strength and not all that much aim, she grunted and launched a kick at Sanji's ribcage.]

[notadartboard]

[there wasn't enough time to flail, even though a woman was attacking him. Sanji lurched backward and raised a leg, using his knee to block the kick]

What the...? Hey! I didn't mean to be rude, there's no need for this!

[he wasn't going to retaliate, but the way his knee smarted after that hit, it occurred to him that maybe he shouldn't let any of her hits connect]

pretty much whenever tonight

[taughttolisten]

The first thing Obi-Wan was truly aware of was inhaling deeply and being greeted with the smell of mushrooms. A dank, wet, cool smell from an alien planet, distantly familiar and extremely heady.

Oh no, he thought, but a half-second later that seemed so patently absurd that he simply giggled.

The world was tilted at a rakish angle, but the Force swirled around him in brilliant currents. Everything felt easier, brighter, more free; all of his anxieties and concerns dissolved like smoke, leaving him light as a feather and wonderfully giddy.

It occurred to him that Fakir should probably have a puppy. Yes. To keep him company, since the cats had more or less attached themselves to Mytho or Qui-Gon. And maybe the little girl, Duck, should have a bird for companionship--perhaps a parrot, or a chicken.

With a spring in his step (one he didn't realize was almost a stumble), he began to make his way towards the heart of all the life in the City. Someone was bound to have some pets for his children. Perhaps one of his friends had an animal

post-elevator freakout, pre-anything else

[bluffing_ruffle]

Everything was wrong.

He wandered along, dragging his gloved fingers over the surfaces of the buildings he passed by, scraping the tips into the rough brick and stone, sliding them across metal and glass. It hurt, the bumps and points digging into his hand like blunted canine teeth, but he kept doing it in the hopes that the dull greys and browns and reds would tear away and seem brighter, like they had before.

His brow furrowed as the walls seemed to do exactly that, so much paper coming away from the world around him to reveal a night sky and neon lights beneath the surface, his thoughts drowned out by the noise of people playing slot machines. The cars were difficult to avoid, his vision slightly blurred and his balance not entirely at its best anymore--Edgeworth couldn't explain why, but he felt so tired, as though he hadn't slept in days

and post-acquisition-of-chickens. here. we. go.

[taughttolisten]

Obi-Wan nearly radiated contentment.

A small, enthusiastic ball of white fluff trotted eagerly at his side, tethered to his wrist by a blue leash; in each of his hands was an enormous paper shopping bag. The heads of three curious chickens peeked out of one, and four peered out of the other, all of them surprisingly calm and unruffled. An aura of gentle happiness seemed to envelop man and animals alike, despite Obi-Wan's slightly unsteady gait.

The familiar face and presence seemed to come into focus all at once, and Obi-Wan grinned ear to ear as he set off towards his friend.

"Miles! So good to see you! How have you been?"

[bluffing_ruffle]

He could not see the chickens, although he might have wondered if it were some kind of joke if he had--a wolf having raided a henhouse--and so acted accordingly, as though nothing at all was wrong with the picture before him.

"What are you implying?" he snapped, already on the defensive. If this was some kind of sarcasm meant to bite him for the fact that he'd stormed out of the room...

How have I been, indeed; as if you don't already know, you pompous wand-waving ass.

I'm fulfilling this hobo!Tony promise ladies and gents

[liverletdie]

[ On a dingy street corner in a slum of the city, there's a man who doesn't go there much. The original intent had been to look at a building, and figure out whether or not it would be worth it to build a new warehouse or assembly station in the neighborhood. The answer was going to be yes, before he'd been affected. Instead, he'd almost shambled off wordlessly from the people he'd been talking to. Thankfully, none followed, because they'd all heard he was a little off every now and then, and who could argue when a famous import rushed off? They thought he was going to save the world, or maybe rescue puppies, to them it didn't matter. Either he'd come back, or he'd just used his status as an excuse to dodge the bullet, figuratively speaking, of course

/shrieks

[godofnicehair]

[ Thor was just walking - unusually aimless, more than a little disappointed in the entire situation, and deep in thought - and he passed, of course, many people he didn't really notice. However, the people of this particular area drew his attention somewhat: their obvious relative hardship stoked his annoyance with the mortals who ran the city.

He almost passed one who seemed, just at a glance, very familiar - and stopped. And stepped back. And stared, wondering if this was some kind of mistake, or a trick. ]

What are you doing here? Are you...not well?

[liverletdie]

[ Trick of the light, right? Nobody ever recognized him. How could they? He didn't even look like himself, but he knew Thor would have seen through that. They'd carried the other's secret identity for a while now, and neither one had exactly broke the promise.

He should have guessed Thor would recognize him, but what was he doing around here? ]

Washed up, what else is new? [ He paused, about to ask him for a drink, but a glance alone was enough to tell him that was a bad idea. He wouldn't have any on him, and likely wouldn't give him any regardless. ]

[godofnicehair]

[ But it was new - rather, it was years past. Thor didn't answer immediately; he looked up and down the street for any sign that he actually had gone through a dimensional tear, or some such thing. It was more than possible, after all - but there didn't seem to be any sign of that. Except Tony. ]

I fear something dark is at work here, my friend. [ He paused for a moment. He still wasn't happy with the way everything was happening here, and whatever Tony's role had been in what happened back in their realm; but this Tony was hardly the same proud man he'd been recently. Thor leaned down and offered his hand. ] Come.

right at 6 'til...whenever

[satisfiedsigner]

Usually, this was about the time that Kiryu started asking whoever was around if they wanted to go get dinner or if they still had leftovers in the fridge or if Bakura could make some dinner. In fact, he was on his way over to knock on Alastair's door when the shockwaves hit.

And suddenly, this was not where he thought he'd been a moment before. And why was his hair suddenly twice as long? And why was it hard to breathe?

"Yuusei?" That came out far quieter than he'd hoped, but a quick look around proved that it wouldn't matter anyway. Yuusei wasn't here. No, he was here, just not here...

"What the hell..."

At least there seemed to be a bathroom. He had to make sure he was still himself. Cue freaking out.

fhasjdkasd I have to make dinner but HERE YOU GO

[hackeralastair]

Alastair noticed nothing, he had actually been sort of dozing on his bed after work. Late nights of hacking were catching up to him. He woke up after his nap slipped into a bizarre dream and thought he heard Kiryu, so he pried himself off the bed and stumbled out into the apartment proper, rubbing his eyes.

"...god what the hell is going on now?"

[satisfiedsigner]

He didn't answer, too busy staring at himself in the mirror. And touching the mirror because it's not broken and he can actually see himself clearly. And glancing at the comm in his hand every few seconds, hoping Yuusei will answer. And muttering under his breath, what the hell...

He was aware of the voices, though, and they didn't make him feel any better. They were familiar, but he was sure he'd never heard either of them before. And one of them knew who he was.

Well, of course, everyone knew who he was. In Satellite.

11:30 PM

[easytochop]

[She had been simply walking to her apartment when Lust fell to her knees (or, in her own mind, the crackling stumps of what used to be her legs) and screamed, signifying the beginning of her particular brand of nighttime instability. Right now, however, she's past that particular memory, as well as the memories of those hours spent in the tube of... whatever it was the Riddler had put her in last summer, and she's much calmer and thinks she has her legs again, which is a plus for everyone because it means that she will not be stabbing anyone