#takebackthehive

[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

[goyxllow-blog]

((Well, with what is happening and Daimon being the muse that is Ready to Go, this is a starter call for those of you that are interested in the Cittageddonzodiac thing that’s been going on.

I’m going to take it slow, so I’m capping at 3 unless someone wants to do a group thread or smth.))

[goyxllow-blog]

“What the--” Daimon looked at the back of his hand to find an...mackrel on it. Mackrel? He looked at his phone and then back up for some reason. Save the city? Well, that he could do! Even with the others not here, he could still do it....Yes he could!

(He just wished that they were her--ow...ow ow)

“Circle...I wonder....nine other people?” he wondered as he thought as to how to find nine other people that make up this ‘circle’.

[venomoushelianthus-ca]

No matter how Rika seemed to scratch and scrub, the star on the back of her hand would not fade. It irritated her, to say the least -- she hadn’t done anything to earn a mark, and she absolutely didn’t get it tattooed on purpose. It simply appeared, with no explanation. Seeking one out, she left District Zeta and ventured out into the... inherit weirdness the city had become.

(Not that she had known it very long beforehand. For all Rika knew, this was just commonplace. Still, she had a nagging feeling that this wasn’t something the citizens were used to.)

Someone out there had to know what the star meant, and Rika intended to find out.

She had managed (albeit poorly and not without significant nausea) to make it through the bubbles in Sector 006, but when she had arrived in Sector 005 --

No. There was no city, only the mental hospital. There was no Mint Eye, or V, or RFA. Only cold linoleum floors and crisp white walls. But there was the exit, right there --

She ran.

“Let me go! You can’t keep me here!” If the doctors were chasing her, she didn’t look. She could hear footsteps -- flashes of a city in dismay fill her vision but the door is so close -- but does not look back. “I’m not sick!” The hallway stretched further and further away, and she thought she might have heard someone talking.

“This is torture! Leave me alone!”

[xthirdoption-blog]

As if the oddities of this week didn’t seem to cease, Shion was inspecting the very odd fish symbol on his hand. While he himself had not been harmed, yet, by the strange happenings, he was observant enough to see others weren’t as lucky. He would help if he could. As soon as he figured out what it meant.

To: All Contacts From: Shion [ Image Attached. ] How can I help?

[indumentumxris-blog]

i’ve got stamina

     Dead.           They were all dead.

Dead, mindless, and moaning and groaning their way to a living Ghoul.

     Uta wasn’t sure what had happened in all of this. Just a few days ago, the sky had literally split open and unleashed an army of weird occurrences, and now this? The undead were surrounding his designated home and Uta had to fight with the god awful smell of pollution encasing the streets. He didn’t even notice when a familiar human came into the surrounding area.

     He was far too busy sending the undead flying into walls, across streets and through the windows of temporarily abandoned businesses. As much as he tried not to cause too much damage, there was little he could do when he was surrounded.

     One of them grabbed at his shoulder, and as he turned to grab its face with his open palm, he locked eyes with a friend.

     “Sousuke. Why aren’t you inside?”

     Having already grabbed the groaning zombie by the face, and figuring he had already been seen making short work of the ones that dared touch him up until that point, he spun and let the body leave his grasp —

     A projectile through the smog.

     Uta paused, noticing a discarded bat from a fighter that had likely long been lost at that point. He walked over, picked it up ( it was surprising that it wasn’t broken ), and held it out for the human to take. On the back of his palm was a symbol: a question mark, though he wasn’t sure how it got there or when. 

     “There’s another wave coming. Decide what you’re going to do.”

     Stay or leave? Run or fight? With Uta or without?