urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
Alright. So we'll park the Fox down here by the waterfront and then fan out. Yuffie, Vincent, there should be enough cover on the beach for you to bring your teams around and flank them. No matter how well organized this outbreak is, we outnumber them. So we knock this out, mop up, and be back to our wives and children before dinner.

[Pauses as though listening to someone else speak.]

I require at least a year's notice before you procreate, Yuffie, so that I can retire and leave the city. Maybe the Planet.

And try not to destroy family houses, this time, people. This is Junon, they're a little touchy about that.

-- Oh.

Where...? not Junon.

Vincent? Yuffie?
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]

"Who --?!"

"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."

"This is awkward."

"Also self-evident."

"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"

"More importantly, where is here?"

"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."

"If you could explain?"

"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"

"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."

"Coffee sounds divine."

"Don't go out there!"

"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."

"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."

"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."

"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."

"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."

"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"

"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."

[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."

"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"

"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."

[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]

[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the cut. )

[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]

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Apr. 9th, 2008 11:34 am
urbandev: (Awash in red)
Does anyone else wonder about the curses... Where they're chosen from, why they're chosen -- what particular significance does each curse have to each member of the city? Do they strike more closely for certain members of the population, or a certain percentage? If the former, are individuals being targeted? Randomly, systematically? How does that reflect in curses like the recent pastry curse? If the latter, why are people left unaffected? Are the curses chosen to effect the largest percentage of the population? If so, why are they so varied? Or is it all random, as the pastry curse would suggest?

Unfortunately, it seems like the final answer is most likely. It would be comforting to discern some sort of pattern from them.

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