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imeeji_frontstage2022-01-05 07:10 pm
wotanon) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2022-01-05 07:10 pm
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i love the smell of BE=DE in the morning
Who: BAD END=DEAD END & you
Where: far enough away that the hotel is safe, close enough to be heard
When: Day 434, afternoon
[Wherever you are, your phone buzzes with the notification for a Live. Should you check the broadcast, it's just an overhead view of some anonymous building in the city. The roof is covered with a few mysterious dark boxes, as well as words spray-painted in red:
. . . Just as every single box EXPLODES with a very audible series of booms, throwing masses of brightly-colored paint splattering all over the remainder of the building, all the surrounding buildings and road, and probably any passersby within a couple blocks, too.
Also, the explosions collapse the entire roof and top floor of the building, sending paint-splattered rubble flying to the ground as well. Watch out!
The broadcast then helpfully zooms in on the paint-splattered culprits of this mayhem—the entirety of BAD END=DEAD END, who didn't quite manage to outrun their crimes.]
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[If, for some reason, you don't check the broadcast—perhaps because you have more important things to do than watch every live that happens in this godforsaken city—then your day is interrupted by a series of distant, but very loud, explosions. Maybe you should check that out?]
[OOC: Hosts: 450 points + 450 units participating bonus (10 atm) + 200 for the Art theme, because Art is a BANG!
Everyone else: 300 points + 100 for the Art theme]
Where: far enough away that the hotel is safe, close enough to be heard
When: Day 434, afternoon
[Wherever you are, your phone buzzes with the notification for a Live. Should you check the broadcast, it's just an overhead view of some anonymous building in the city. The roof is covered with a few mysterious dark boxes, as well as words spray-painted in red:
YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOMEIn the distance, a few small figures dash away . . .
VENGEANCE VENGEANCE VENGEANCE IN THE SEVENTHFOLD DEGREE !!!
. . . Just as every single box EXPLODES with a very audible series of booms, throwing masses of brightly-colored paint splattering all over the remainder of the building, all the surrounding buildings and road, and probably any passersby within a couple blocks, too.
Also, the explosions collapse the entire roof and top floor of the building, sending paint-splattered rubble flying to the ground as well. Watch out!
The broadcast then helpfully zooms in on the paint-splattered culprits of this mayhem—the entirety of BAD END=DEAD END, who didn't quite manage to outrun their crimes.]
* * *
[If, for some reason, you don't check the broadcast—perhaps because you have more important things to do than watch every live that happens in this godforsaken city—then your day is interrupted by a series of distant, but very loud, explosions. Maybe you should check that out?]
[OOC: Hosts: 450 points + 450 units participating bonus (10 atm) + 200 for the Art theme, because Art is a BANG!
Everyone else: 300 points + 100 for the Art theme]
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[Though he looks at himself.]
Though I suppose there is no saving this. What are you saving up for?
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Thorn stuck around this shit hole and Hope ditched her world for Creation. Why? Need some ideas for a wish of your own?
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But I do enjoy hearing the tales of others reach their conclusion of this chapter, and the start of another journey.
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Yeah, that does sound straight out of a fucking fairy tale. Well, good luck with that.
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[he does mull it over for a second]
Heading back to Creation, I guess.