#cittageddon2k16

[candykraken]

symbols: gathered

so Callie’s managed to get all 9 other symbols together to help banish Bill!

Question mark - Judd @juddkat​ Ice - Marie @chargerfest​ The Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel - Canti @711robot​ Pine tree - Sanzo @quiet-or-die​ Star- Rika @venomoushelianthus Six-fingered Hand - Jack @helibots​ Llama - Callie Shooting Star - Steven @firstgemboy​ Heart - Peter @alicesoneandonly Spectacles - Peridot @whirlygem

I’m trying to get ahold of either Bill or Stanford’s mods but in the meantime, Callie’s gathered everybody into her apartment, which is A-5. There’s a large couch fort/door barrier pushed off to the side of the apartment and the ritual circle drawn on the floor. If anybody wants to introduce themselves to each other since she’s tried to gather them into the same space now, feel free!!

[candykraken]

“...aw, nuts. Star and Shooting Star aren’t the same thing. Okay. So we aren’t ready quite yet...”

[candykraken]

[to: everybody]

[text] WHATS UP I GOT LLAMA, QUESTION MARK, ICE, FISHY, HAND

[text] IF YOU HAVE ANY SYMBOL BESIDES THAT MEET ME AT APARTMENT A-5

[text] WE CAN DO THIS

[pitchercat-blog]

Let’s Go Hunting!

@candykraken (closed)

She hadn’t even asked before picking the Stray Cat up, unbelievable. It grunted and squirmed free, resenting how soft it had gone to even let this happen. It must’ve been getting used to being handled, being in the flowerpot. 

It supposed it would have to let the disrespect go for now, though, since the plant had not been getting nearly adequate attention these past couple days. Maybe the apocalypse had something to do with it, but who could really say.

Stray knew those flying eyes were pretty much everywhere, but it would be better for them to find a place where it could be sure they’d come and go to make this a real hunt. Did they have a feeding grounds? Or a roosting place... hm. It went pattering down the street, in the direction the city’s center. No better place to look for eyebats than at the Fearamid, right? Stray saw no flaws in this plan. Anyway if Callie knew any better spots between here and there, then she could point them out on the way.

She was coming, right? Stray looked back at the Inkling presumptuously.

[quiet-or-die]

Cittageddonzodiac: The Pine Tree

His hand itches. Looking down, Sanzo sees a pine tree mark on his hand. When the hell did that get there? Someone is going to die for it. This city is seriously crazy, everywhere he goes, there’s chaos. For the most part, he’s managed to stay on the edges of the action, helping people escape here and there while analyzing the situation. It really isn’t any of his business, he had thought. Increasingly though, the unfolding events are getting to him. It’s noisy. He’s stuck in this city anyway, perhaps it does involve him. . . .Where to start?

[candykraken]

“Has anybody tried eating the eyebats yet? Just wondering.”

[ruinsgreat-blog]

@shuzenzappa

Yeager had seen quite a few oddities in his days at the city, especially the most recent ones. Thankfully this series of events wasn’t nearly as deadly to him as some others had been.

Currently he had been surrounded by a bunch of paper-bats that had decided to harass him. Normally this might be troubling or even dangerous, if they were actual bats but as it were they were just plain paper. constantly bumping into him and falling down. Most other people seemed to be in hiding today- or running or being haunted or something else.

Still they were obscuring your vision a little too much perhaps it was time to ask for some help. There was a red-haired lad nearby, the last red-haired youngster you met had some control over fire. It was a bit of a long-shot but the least you could do is ask.

“Hellooo~ there, young man!” Yeager called out to him as he approached. It was pretty much impossible to see any part of Yeager above the waist, with the paper flying around. “Do you think you could spare a moment to help an elderly folk like myself out?”

[ruinsgreat-blog]

@inhyecng

The ruins had become a quiet place for Yeager, a calm place. He was the same way back in his old world, he could simply wander around and explore the stories of the past. That is of course, what he would normally be doing here. It seemed that fate had no easy day planned for him.

Normally you think one would who loves history would be overjoyed at the possibility of talking to ancient people. Normally, they might because normally, if they did rise from the dead they wouldn’t be acting the way they are now.

Drunk. They were drinking, he wasn’t sure what and he wasn’t sure why or how he just knew that as long as they were like this he wasn’t getting anything done.

“So like I wash tellin Jimmy here, you...” The ghost paused to hiccup a few times before continuing his speech. “You!! Gotstah invhest now! the marhket for rheal asstate is a pri...primu... prime!”

“You’re full of crap Bob, your plastered look at yourself, can’t even properly dangle your chains for the good spooks!”

Yeager quietly buried his head in his hands, was this his punishment, was there no one who could save him right now? Anyone?