*So, down in the park, where the machmen meet the machines--no, wait, just down in the park. There is a girl. A girl with HORNS and WEIRD WINGS and INTERESTINGLY FRILLY CLOTHES. She is lying on the grass, staring up at what--to her--is a bizarrely clear, blue sky ( Read more... )

[If one happened to look up at the sky in the right time, one would see a pentagram form brightly in purple light. Then, a black blur is shot out of it at an alarming speed and crashes through the wall of a small business office building nearby ( Read more... )

[BAFFLED? No, not really. More like perturbed. Slightly.

Gold Saw apparently found a giant chess set somewhere in the park close to the playground. She's been staring at it for several minutes now.

That checkerboard.]

EDIT: [ALSO your character may have arrived right after the mayhem with STR and BRS, which means the chess sets and the surrounding ( Read more... )

[isn't it a lovely day? isn't it great to not have to be in an asylum? spring is in the air!]

[The sun is shining!]

[The birds are singing!]

[BRS just walked past you with a cruise missile over one shoulder!]

[um.]

[COINCIDENTALLY: shortly afterwards a CRUISE MISSILE explodes high in the skies above the town]

[SCHHHHHK]

[The tour bus is now in two pieces.]

[Something's a little... odd? Were there this many cars on the roads before? Even the bus is looking suddenly spiccer, spanner, and more roomy, and most importantly has a big Toyotatm branding on the side... as has the Roadroller, if you dare go and look too close. BRS seems to have gained a new bike, if the decals are any indication, and she and ( Read more... )

[well, at least someone's happy. Embracing her all-new humanness, it might take a while to even spot BRS: eye resolutely not burning, dressed casually, she's ranging through town clearly searching for someone. ... it's a lot slower than normal, what with being unable to bound buildings, but she doesn't seem to mind the walk ( Read more... )

[Aaand stumbling through the DR today, barely able to keep herself upright... is STR. With hands. Actual hands. And more than a few cuts and scrapes...]

Help...

[screeeeeeeeee--TWONG]

[bappatabappatabappatabappata]

[BWARRRRRRR]

[either the ringing noise is someone doing unspeakable things to a collection of farmyard animals, or else a bored BRS is milling around the staged area of the bus, trying out instruments. Already, a guitar has fallen prey to her; it sits forlorn at one end, no strings intact ( Read more... )

[BRS has managed to find herself... a bonfire! A rather dead-christmas-tree shaped bonfire, perhaps, and the park itself is suspiciously down a tree or two, but who's asking questions? Huddled next to it, looking a little sulky, BRS watches as the stars start to come out.]

It's too quiet. ... and cold.

... I don't like winter.