call me out/forever open post, 2014

[crownless]

the usual suspects.


voice testing.


the rest.





you know what to do!! pick a character and any scenario/verse you like, then go nuts!

RULES
1. NO RULES
2. HAVE FUN
3. I WILL BACKTAG INTO THE ABYSS
4. feel free to prod me on plurk/aim/etc wherever if i've forgotten a tag!

Comments

[ex_erythristic889]

[fireworks for new year's are a thing that's happening. now grell, being sensible but not too much, is setting off his pointed away from other people, away from most flammable things. sparklers are fantastic, you know, and that's why he's got two spitting gold sparks all over the place. please, express that you're having as much fun.]

[bloodberry]

[Travis, on the other hand, is significantly less subtle about the prospect of fireworks. (Not that she could ever be anything ever resembling subtle in this or any other lifetime, but. beside the point.)

She has about three sparklers to each hand-- and instead of pointing them away from flammable things and flammable people like a reasonable human being? She is waving them. And laughing like an idiot.

This is Travis Touchdown we're talking about, after all.]

Grell! [bounding over, shooting red and green and gold in all directions--] Hey! You think we can buy the one that shoots straight up into the air too?!

[ex_erythristic889]

What kind of man do you take me for to assume I did not purchase it?

[He looks in the box they had gotten and finds the package Travis had mentioned, transferring the sparklers to one hand and holding up the package with the other.]

It's New Year.

[nitrokick]

[Combing dat sweet pompadour, yo. That's how you can tell JP's a man of quality.
Oh, and having a bitching jacket helps too. But it's mostly the hair.]

[crownless]

[is this jacket envy or hair envy.

either way travis is giving jp one HELL of a side-eye.]

[nitrokick]

[W/e w/e. Haters to the left.

Seriously though, JP's a cool dude. He doesn't mind the look and actually grins back himself after tucking away his switchcomb for a cigarette and a pack of matches instead.]

Need a light, man?

khaji da

[phaseshifted]

[because what goes better with an alien tech scarab than a woman with ancient alien technology communication powers am I right

well I could be wrong

the point is someone will pay attention to you Khaji]

[somekindofbug]

[OH JOY khaji is legit thrilled to have a buddy ;v;]

[designation?]

[phaseshifted]

Designation: Guardian Angel.

[that's if you're going by the digital signature.]

But just "Angel" is fine. Yours?

not sure if want gilda or fem!travis or both

[kaihentai]

[This space is strange.

A box? A white box full of voices- But he's pretty sure he's not in his head. They're all unfamiliar. How strange. Still, he fiddles with the cuff of his red sleeve. There's work to be done, and this isn't the Kairinmaru.

And so he waits patiently for one of the voices to let him know where he is, exactly.]

KAIYA SHOULD DO GILDA TBH

[bloodberry]

[Travis looks him up and down, puzzled. Fourth wall crap is not beyond her, but... this is.]

Tatsuko?

Uh. Where're your tits?

[kaihentai]

Tatsuma. And that's my first name. As for ****, I don't have any. Wasn't blessed with those. They're charming little- Or big- things, whichever kind, they're still charming!

[He turns around swiftly, smiling at the girl. Cool, be cool! Not that it ever works.]

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know you! But I see you're a fan of a similar kind of eyewear, sweetheart. Ahaha! I don't believe we've met, but you seem familiar. I don't believe I can place you... But then again, I'd remember a pretty face like yours!

for travis

[deshabille]

[crownless]

[Why Travis has been allowed to consume alcohol, we just don't know-- but being both an emotional drunk and a complete lightweight are a terrible combination. He's currently resting his chin in his hands on the table, tapping the bottom of an upside-down and emptied glass...

and chuckling to himself.

all alone.

great job, travis.]

[deshabille]

[Well. This is a fine mess.]

[Mal really hates being the one to mop up this sort of mess, but given that it's Travis, nobody else is probably going to do it. Sighing, she slides into the seat across from him and kicks him under the table.]

Something funny? [You little weirdo.]

also for travis!!

[homemademolotov]

[crownless]

[It'd taken a lot of willpower and a painstaking amount of reluctant Ebay sales, but he'd finally done it in the end-- he'd actually moved. The fact of the matter was that it was too obvious, and too dangerous, for him to stick around Santa Destroy for much longer. And while this town was a little too squeaky for his tastes, the less obvious spot for the so-called Crownless King to be, the better, right?

In essence, Travis had moved upstate to get away from his... history. To get away from people. Which is precisely why Lydia Martin on his doorstep at 1 in the morning is a Thing that should not be happening.

He figures he should ask Lydia how she managed to find his shitty apartment, or why she's actually at said shitty apartment at all. (and, wow, is he even, like, allowed to speak to her at this hour of the night? like, legally?) But, still too bewildered at this happening at ALL, he just opens the door wider and continues to stare at her like she's got a giant spider on her face.]

Uh... hhhhhi?

[homemademolotov]

[She'd seen him in town. It was the weirdest thing, the most surreal. She just needed cereal, and there he was walking down the aisle of her grocery store. Like in a movie.]

[A horror movie.]

[All told, it's not the worst thing that could happen. Travis doesn't know any of her secretest secrets. But he knows her vulnerabilities, and really, that's worse. In this town she can't be vulnerable, especially not anymore. There's way more than popularity at stake.]

[Maybe she should just let it go and pretend he's not here, but she's never been one to leave loose ends untied. The fact that she's here now has nothing to do with the fact that he had actually managed to comfort her once and everything to do with the fact that he's crossed over onto her turf once, and she can't have that.]

[Definitely probably.]

[She slaps him without ceremony.]

What are you doing here?

Blue Beetle!

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[Things she really needs to learn to avoid? Glowing portals. Especially randomly opening and closing ones. It looks like New York, it- whoo boy!- definitely smells like New York, but this? Definitely not her New York! At least not if the newspapers are any indication! Where the heck is Metropolis, anyways? Not anywhere she's heard of until today. So right now she's swinging through Manhattan with hopes to maybe find one of those "dimensional rifts". Serves her right to accidentally go through one while with the Avengers.]

[escarabajo]

[Of course Blue Beetle's the one that the Titans send out for suspicious glowing portals. Never mind that he's got like three midterms to study for, and that the last time this happened all they'd found was a cowboy universe. But, well, hero's gotta do what a hero's gotta do, right?

But by the time he gets there? There's nothing to be found. Disappointed (and budgeting his time already; three midterms, seriously), he lands on a roof and watches some acrobat swing by on a-- wait, what?

[ANOMALY DETECTED] is what the Scarab is blaring in his ear, but all he can feel is a headache coming on. Figures. Everything weird seems to happen in New York.]

Hey!! [How about that blue dude suddenly zooming after you, Ms. Parker.]

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[Whoa! Her spider-sense kicks into overdrive while she's swinging, and it centers in on a rooftop before whatever's making it go off starts moving towards her. So she quickly changes course to turn around to see- some blue bug looking guy? ]

You know, this is the point where I'd say that we've already hit the quota for bug themed people in New York, [The Buzz is more than enough!] spiders nonwithstanding, but I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore and I've lost my sparkly red shoes.

63!Travis 8)

[tattoosandkaiju]

[au!Haven? That one au where they're in college together? All of the above? EVERYTHING?????]

aww yeeee

[bloodberry]

[HEY

HEY MS GEISZLER

CHECK YOUR PHONE.]

newt. newt. NEWT NEWT NEWT NEWT get over here newt

[tattoosandkaiju]

I DO NOT KNOW WHERE HERE IS

IS HERE YOUR DORM OR MINE

OR DENNYS AT 3AM

DEETS PLS

ALBERTO when you feel like it

[phaseshifted]

[maybe it was being a Siren, but death didn't exactly want to stick to her. she realized this when she woke up lying facedown in the dust somewhere that wasn't Pandora again. she had been gone, herself converted into force and energy and a desperate drive, knowing that she could doom herself or doom them all. a few more months of free life before resting. it had been a fate she'd accepted.

but it seemed the universe wasn't done with her. so she'd pulled herself together, scanned for an open source of information (nothing, not this far out), and considered her options before deciding to fly wherever seemed right.

it takes her a few days to get to El Paso, and by that time she's narrowed down that she's on Earth again, brought down to a different Earth or maybe one before the UE decided to start up. it's easy enough to stay functional -- naps, the slightest hint of power to make vending machines work, clothing she takes from someone's line, hair to the other side to hide the ports -- and she's still looking, still moving to where seems "right".

Reyes Gas and Service. it should be nothing, but she wants to try something, a phone number she's picked up off of some random frequency in the area that promises help to those who calls. with her luck, it'd be some place for help with real estate.

so she enters the place, hoping she doesn't look as out of place as she feels.]

Hello? Is someone here? I'd like to use the telephone, if it's fine.