mosaic_archive: and scratched or NPC charas... (Internet Theater)
The Nexus Clinic near the Warehouse is mostly quiet today, with no large emergencies taking up the time of the medics who volunteer here. The most recent group to arrive is actually the closest to 'busy' it's been all day, and they're not there for current help but to give some thanks for previous events.
mosaic_archive: and scratched or NPC charas... (Internet Theater)
Out of the OOC journals associated with my various RP attempts and the whole Mosaic project, this journal is meant to be a catchbin for IC content that isn't active RP and ends up stuck up out of order. Basically a place to put fics, attempts to archive stuff from LJ or GJ that couldn't be imported, and so on.

This journal could also be used for anything that would be out of chronological order if I put them somewhere else (like redos or backups of GreatestJournal stuff, or if I just drop the Timey Wimey ball somewhere), or the occasional off-the-main-nexus scene (Though if those are chronologically stable I should try to remember [community profile] the_wily_wars, at least if the Wilybots are involved in any way).

One of the other OOC journals, [personal profile] wilywars_reference, will be for actual OOC reference content such as character profiles and timelines.

The third, [personal profile] puppettheatre, has been repurposed to a meta musebox and place for general backstage plotting.

The memories section of this journal contains a huge dump of links sorted by RL date. They're divided up into:
"Everything-Canon Or Not" - which is just what it sounds like. Every link associated with any of my RP charas that I can find. May also include links to stuff that just has charas my charas associated with that I'd like to keep track of.
"Fics Only" - again what it sounds like.
"Incomplete" - to track RP threads that don't seem finished until they're either done, never finish and considered scratched because they didn't go far enough to matter (like posts with no replies), or are just moved on from for whatever reason.
"Scratchbin" - stuff that isn't really canon anymore for some reason or was meta to start with, like all the early memes.
"Timeline" - which is the stuff that is at least still partly canon, but it'll be sorted by RL date here. This is mostly to make it easier for me to find the posts to add them to the timeline pages, and for most reasons it will really be better to go look at the timeline pages on [personal profile] mosaic_archive instead.

If I ever make dolls of the characters, pictures might be found at [personal profile] playscaletheater, and if any video media is in the public domain it should eventually be up on [personal profile] vintage_viewings.

Also, there have been various "Nexus" comms over the years, starting on Livejournal and briefly on the long-defunct Greatestjournal. The current one (for me at least) is at [community profile] reality_crossroads, with the corresponding OOC comm at [community profile] reality_crossroads_ooc. I have no idea where everyone else went. The Wilybots also have a very-seldom used comm for the area around their warehouse or events in their world, which is at [community profile] the_wily_wars
I'm going to start majorly cleaning up my timelines and things soon. This will include posting missing scenes and stuff I wanted to do that never happened, and possibly kicking some stuff into the scratch bin that never read right. Hopefully things will look and read better when I'm done.

I won't actively delete anything, but anything that's scratched will only show up under the 'complete list'of the Memories section here or by trawling back through old entries, and scratched stuff that was never on DW I doubt I'll even bother posting unless for some reason there's a request for it.

I'll also be combining this with the reference journal, and may eventually rename it to something less timeline-specific as there's a lot more than WilyWars here. It's going to be a lot to do, but it's also way overdue.

(This does mean that the canonicity of any entries before this post is questionable unless I've linked it to the timeline posts... which may take a good while)
The Wilybot Warehouse is ready for guests, with the Giant Metool waddled out of the way of the front door. Shadow, with brown Inochi perched on a shoulder, is guarding the door just in case. They've had to call in people who were waiting for Aurora's most recent clutch.

There are assorted welcome signs that will direct visitors to the area near the Fire Lizard Room. The chain-link walls are crawling with other fire lizards today, guarding the queen inside with her clutch of eggs.

Aurora rests in a hollowed out comfortable spot in the basking area of damp, heated sand, surrounded by her eggs. A few lizards play in the wading pool nearby. Quint's with her, to greet people as they arrive.
It seems at least some of the security system here now works, as attempts to PINpoint in redirect to deposit visitors in a small round room with a single door. A door that doesn't seem to have any way to open it from the inside.

After a second, however, the door opens on its own. Just outside in the halls of the Desert Palace, some of the silvery parts of the building have lit up in a faint glow to help show the way to the main room.

They'll find Mikoto and Regulus there, near where the large holographic display floats above the shielded lava.
mosaic_archive: (Zero-Armor)
It's very crowded and very busy around the warehouse, though thankfully not half as chaotic as it could be. It seems Xavier has been well distracted with crowd control and occasionally checking in with the medics for updates, so that should keep him out of the last of the fighting.

Of course, now that Ragnarok has been launched, there isn't much left. But just one glance at this shows that the cleanup afterwards is going to be a huge mess.

Zero's thinking that, no matter how things go, he's going to leave most of that to Lightbots. Right now, there were only a few things he wanted to focus on. Mostly, getting onto Ragnarok and dealing with Weil. A secondary nagging thought won't quite go away though, as he looks around at the crowds. Just what happened to Omega?
Everything, it seemed, took time. Including planning full strikes on enemy locations. Moreso when those enemy locations were cities full of civilians and the 'bots planning didn't want anyone hurt. Well, anyone except Weil.

A few things had served to commit them to the attack. For one, the flood of refugees from Arcadia was hardly halting despite that a good percentage of those fleeing were often killed off by the Judges before they could be moved to the Nexus. For another, they'd gathered all the intel they could, and Xavier had finished going over every possible way he could think of to get into the city with 'bots who had a lot more strategic combat experience than he did. For the third, they knew Weil was working on some kind of weapon, and they couldn't afford to wait too long.

There's a briefing in the command center of the Warehouse, with one last chance to go over mission plans.
mosaic_archive: (Xavier-Armor 1)
X was half asleep on his feet, and thinking they really needed to let everyone know that at least Phantom had come home... However, Phantom wasn't about to leave Copy X unguarded, and Copy X was highly reluctant to leave the electronic whiteboard he's been scribbling a map of Arcadia on. He'd sent his fire lizard off to notify Rock and Roll, and was pretty sure his siblings would spread the news from there, but Jaime didn't have a fire lizard...
mosaic_archive: (Neo-Arcadia)
A little over a month had passed. Occasionally, there'd be word from inside Arcadia. Occasionally, there'd be more deliveries of food. But the uneasy peace was doomed from the start, and at least some people knew that.

Eventually the message comes. Something has been found. Something that Copy X wants to speak to them in person about, but he can't leave the city at the time. He thinks Weil is suspicious and would take advantage of any absence. But he can give them access codes to an area of Arcadia away from the human residential sections, where they can meet...
mosaic_archive: (Zero)
[This is an archived version of a Sages and Dear Multiverse crosspost on Livejournal, placed here since Livejournal is unstable and difficult for me to access. For the original posts, click on the two links above. The DM side had no responses.]

The following arrives at as a text message, in an attempt to be anonymous and not worry people at home who are more than worried enough about other things. If anyone with hacking skills gives it a try, though, it wouldn't be too hard to find the message is being sent from inside the Nexus.

Anyone here have any ideas on how to survive being at ground zero for an explosion that can take out a space station?

Or for how to survive free-falling from orbit after that?
[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies. Some OOC commentary also removed.]

[Issek (in_the_cracks@livejournal.com)]
This fellow’s out of hiking gear and back in the Nexus, tweaking the settings on some kind of scanner. And occasionally tugging at the sleeves of his white lab coat, which he’s wearing over his more casual clothes but isn’t really comfortable in. He also has a question of his own this time.

“I am a neuroscientist,” he begins, “and I am curious about the possibilities of this place. Which of you would be interested in participating in a momentary scan of your nervous systems?”

Issek reflects on the peculiarities of humanoids for a moment, and then adds rather indifferently, “For science.”
[Below is an archived version of selected thread responses to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Fir the Christmas Elf (random_xtras@livejournal.com)]
The truck is here, sitting pretty in the light of the sign after arriving sometime in what passes for the night around here. It's another white one, this time with candy cane stripe accents, and the elf that accompanies it is busy setting up shop. A tall and lanky young fellow with brown hair and frank green eyes, he's singing a Christmas song to himself softly as he gets the door open and the first presents sorted to the front of the pile. This done, he dusts off his nicely embroidered red cowboy shirt, checks on his dark green jeans and his spotless cowboy boots, and then grins at the Nexus in general as a pretty little burgundy coloured ferret climbs up onto his shoulder and pips softly.

"Okay, folks. Who wants a Christmas gift? I've read the list, and I have yours here."


got one gift for each character who replies. Please put some inkling of who/what your character is/likes somewhere in your reply if it's not on their bio. Coal is also available. Feel free to bring more than one of your characters to the Elf. And this post will be open and active till Ukrainian Christmas, in January.))
[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies. OCC discussion of soapmaking also removed.]

[Urist McSoaper (uristmcsoaper@livejournal.com)]
For the Nexus: one dwarf female by the sign, wearing an impeccably clean pair of -pig tail fiber trousers- and an equally clean -alpaca wool shirt- and looking somewhat annoyed. "Are there any fortresses that actually employ soapmakers instead a' shoving them inta the magma plumbing?" she asks. "And does anyone have a decent barrel a' whip wine?"
[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Lielac, Savior of Gielinor (notanerrandlady@livejournal.com)]
A partially open metal door appears in the Nexus by the sign, and a woman in a brownish platebody and chainskirt jumps backwards through it an instant later. She's got a spiked whip in one hand and in her other a large rectangular shield, painted orange and dented with three long diagonal claw-scratches, that she crouches behind like she expects a blow. Fire billows through the doorway and washes over the shield; most of it goes around her and dissipates without fuel, and what little goes over or under licks harmlessly at her winged and silvery helmet or armored red boots.

As soon as the flames vanish into the air the woman ducks behind the door, slams it shut with a full-body shove, and locks it with a key from a pouch on her belt. The door vanishes like it was never there the moment she takes her weight off it, and she looks around in surprise as she realizes she's not where she thought the door lead. "Oh goddammit," she mutters. "Again with the random kidnappings, I see."

She notices the sign, winces, and reads it, then loosely rolls up her whip and hooks it on her belt. "All right," she sighs, directing her words at nowhere in particular, "here's your question. What do you want me to do for you?"

It's asked in a tone of annoyed resignation, as by now she's used to being taken strange places by stranger people so her help can be demandedpolitely asked for, but she doesn't take her hand off the handle of her whip.

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