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?

[77]

Dec. 15th, 2008 11:40 am
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
Individuals seeking a safe place to spend the night may come to the Lux.

I suggest bringing your own supplies; our resources are limited.

The infected, violent, disruptive or fearmongering will be removed at the management's discretion.

[Filtered to Vincent, Niko. Not Cloud or Anita, cuz they're scary right now. T_T]

I'm afraid I --

Where are you?

[Private]

I absolutely never expected to say this, but I wish Ash were here right now.
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.]

[65]

Nov. 12th, 2008 08:44 am
urbandev: (Default)
So yesterday, we were nice to each other. The city does enjoy manipulating our emotions. Though I suppose in the grand scheme of things, that wasn't so bad. Of course, I imagine the people who were manipulated feel differently.

//Filtered to Lux Staff//

For those of you unaware, Mr. Leandros is still ill (though doing much better) and will be out for several more days. Direct any inquiries to myself or Ms. Blake. He seems convinced we're going to put the place up in flames, so I'd take it as a personal favor from all of you if we survive the next few days.

[OOC: If someone's already made the announcement, ignore Reeve's; I'm trying to sort out my FList still. >.> Sorry!]

//Filtered to Building 11, Apt. 32 and.. uh... I guess we live in 332 now, guys?//
Has everyone survived Genesis's cooking the night?

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