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Who: You and all your friends
What: Catch-All log post for the plot
When: For anything involving the Invasion between 9/22 - 9/30
Where: All around NYC
Rating/Warnings: Please put appropriate warnings in the subject line of your threads where needed
Notes: If you want your character to ask for Bureau help, the Bureau will help. However, players will need to handwave that interaction because the Mods don't have time to play out all of that.

The droids are everywhere! There are strange patches of alien worlds - also full of droids! Good luck, fair Different.

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[inquiryguqin]

As of late, he sees that he cause a sense of unease and tension when they're around each other. Normally they are strangers and acquaintances whom he is amicable with, but as of late, he senses this unease from Xian, and he felt it from himself too.

"That doesn't seem healthy, but I will have some." So he helps himself to the hot-dogs to have his lunch, trying to keep things to himself. A part of him wonder if he is starting to remember? But he figured he didn't want to remember, so he never brought it up.

Eventually, after some time, after he had his lunch, and he thought about it, he decided to bring it up as eventually, they will part when this over. He figured after this, their lives won't be changed much.

"Xian, I think I remember you. From our past life."

[chenqing_player]

Wei Wuxian has been messing with the talismans that he has been creating since learning how and so the hot dogs were cooked over a trashcan using one of those. And now that the food is all cooked, he uses that same waste basket as a kind of testing spot. Tossing different ones into it like a game to see what happens. First there is the fire, then ice, then smoke which he quickly uses a binding one to suppress before it fills up the whole room and alerts the Bureau to what he is doing.

Just as he is about to toss another one into the basket he pauses as the other man speaks about his memories. He swallows hard and a frown crosses his lips as he looks over at him from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah? And what do you think you remember?"

[inquiryguqin]

Lan Wangji sighed at his use of talismans and didn't want to scold him that it's not what talismans are typically used for. Why is he like this? In his memories, he remembers him as a gremlin menace also.

"I will tell you if you can handle it. It's the truth of your death." He said and paused to see if he wants to hear it.

[chenqing_player]

His back stiffens and there is a need to put a little more space between him and this man but he fights that flight mechanism back down. He has the talismans in his hands after all..if he has to use them this would be a good opportunity.

"Oh? So you got to enjoy that little show as well?"

[inquiryguqin]

He shakes his head, looking sad. And there's no need for him to attack with the talismans if he lets him explain.

"No. I was devastated. At Nightless City, you lost control of the spirits. After your sister died, it was an accident. You felt too much grief and you're exhausted from the battle with the Sect leaders you want to exact revenge on. You felt to atone for your crimes for your sister and the death you caused, it's better to fall off the cliff."

Since their memories match, and there's no way no one could have known.

"I am the guy wearing in white. I was trying to save you because we were friends in a past life, but my arm is injured and bleeding. Your brother made me lose my grip and I couldn't hold you for long, so I couldn't save you."

[chenqing_player]

He looks down at the floor as he takes that all in. He had guessed about the order of a few of the memories he had received. Confirmation that his sister dying was the same night he died makes the timeline he is forming in his head make a lot more sense. He wished he would just get them in order so he wouldn't have to try and understand them individually.

But at least he knows that he did indeed kill himself and that there was no one to really blame. Not that he feels any better about the fact he died. Which..is strange considering he knows he had to die in order to be born into this world.

"My memories don't come to be in order. I get short flashes..a minute long at most. So it's hard to piece them all together in an order that makes sense. But I think I've seen everything of that night now. It was so hard to understand it made it seem like you threw me off the mountain."

[inquiryguqin]

"My memories don't come in any order either. I received them randomly and keep a journal of them, so it's hard to figure out a timeline, but it's fairly consistent. Most of my memories up until now, you're always in them, so we must be quite close friends in the past."

Shaking his head, "I don't think I threw you off the cliff. I held your arm for a long time before you told me to let you go, and I can't." He explains. "It means I didn't want you to die and I'm not your enemy."

A pause, after some quiet thought. "Why don't we compare our memories? Not right now, but another time. Whenever you wish to. I wanted to help. Since our memories are the same, there must be a story behind it. Like a piece of a puzzle. I want to help by studying the memories since I'm a historian, so study and teaching history is what I do."

[chenqing_player]

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He'd prefer to just forget all about his memories if he could. For the most part they weren't particularly great ones to live through once, let alone have to describe them again.

"Maybe..I haven't really been writing them down or anything."

He turns and flops down on his back on the little cot that they provide for them. It's no where near as comfortable as his bed back at his apartment.

"Mine are mostly just about fighting and people dying."

Anakin and Lisa

[darkforcerising]

Anakin had a pretty good set up going for them at the top of a ten story building. Over the past few days, he’d managed to procure an arsenal off the dumber droids, and from there he’d built up stores of grenades and then also salvage the thicker armor from the more durable droids.

The armor he’d set up as make-shift protection they could hide behind.

“Okay,” he said to Lisa. “First, have you tried firing one of these yet?” He held up one of the standard blasters all the droids carried.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Uh. Yeah, that'll do.

Being able to act under fire came with the territory of Competent Sportsball Player, and with a quick motion Jecht hurled the rock he held. The second droid, looking for a sniper, suddenly found itself dealing with a vastly more medieval assault it hadn't been prepared for, and it promptly collapsed as its processing units crumpled.

"Hi," Jecht said, now allowing himself to be amazed that a gun-wielding Yotsuyu had shown up to help.

[traceofeffort]

Lisa was not, and probably would never be, an expert marksman. Support, she could do! But given she needed to at least be able to hit the proverbial broad side of a barn, well, here she was. She nodded slowly at Anakin's question.

"Mm... I have, but it turns out I'm a terrible shot so I only tried the once, before I shot something important."

Martin, For Any Injured

[not_as_i_do]

This was less than ideal. The lights had gone out, and when he'd opened the blinds in his office to see what was going on, he'd found himself in the middle of a desert, not the park district view he was used to. Martin immediately swore under his breath and called for his staff.

When there was no response, he opened up the bottom drawer of his desk and took out the army kit bag he hadn't used since his fort days. "Well, Lisa," he muttered, "you were right. Here goes nothing."

Nestled underneath it was an oatmeal-colored cardigan, something he would have remembered putting there, and didn't. But it looked comfortable, and deserts were meant to get cold at night. He stuffed it into his messenger bag along with his other personal things, and headed down to the streets to see if anyone needed him ...

[howkickassiam]

The gun went off, hitting on of the droids in the head. It spins, but then continues walking in their direction.

"Oh, shit," York mutters, standing up and preparing to use the signboard as a battering ram. The droids just keep coming closer, despite the pinging sound of Yosutu's bullets hitting them.

"All right," he says, setting his feet in a take-off stance. "All right."

He's obviously trying to avoid chickening out.

As the droids reach the side of the dumpster, York rushes forward with the signboard pointing out.

"Oh, shiii—"

[howkickassiam]

York returns the embrace with relish, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped with affection after these several days of fighting.

"I'm okay," he says. "I'm okay."

After a little while of that he pulls back just a bit to look at Xian.

"I'm glad you've been here safe. There's a lot of shit going on out there."

[chenqing_player]

"Yeah a lot of shit that could have crushed me like a bug. I'm not an idiot." He looks up at York and a small smile forms at the corner of his lips.

"Ready to drink and forget all about it? Or tell me all about it while you drink to forget it."

[howkickassiam]

"I'll do both," York says firmly, and plants a quick firm kiss at the corner of Xian's mouth.

"What do we have on tap here?" he adds.

[chenqing_player]

He laughs and pulls him down to sit next to him on the bed he's been given, pulling out his stash from underneath it. "The finest liquor that my apartment had in it." Which is actually quite a lot and a good arrangement of various hard liquors and beers. The Bureau of course isn't really providing them with alcohol so he is glad that he brought it himself.

"I brought everything I had. Who needs clothes when you can just fill your suitcase with alcohol." There were clothes in his suitcase but most were arranged so that it was protecting the bottles.

[howkickassiam]

York laughs and starts poking around among the bottles to see what sounds good.

"How many kinds of whiskey did you think you need?" he chuckles, then picks out a bottle of bourbon and uncaps it. "Got any mixers?"

[chenqing_player]

"Hey..each whiskey is unique and sometimes you just have to be in the mood for a certain one." Does he have mixers...He smirks as he reaches under the bed and pulls out the half of his suitcase that he has basically turned into his own little mini bar and snack shop.

"If there is something I know, it is how to party even in the most limited of circumstances."

[howkickassiam]

"Remind me to get your phone number," York says, as if he doesn't already have it. He reaches down and grabs some ginger ale.

[chenqing_player]

He purses his lips and throws a flirty look York's way, "As if you haven't already cashed in a few booty calls. Pretty sure those still trump alcohol." They do in Wei Wuxian's book anyway. But he'll take both all day, everyday.

"You don't need my number anymore now that we are roommates." He looks around at their new housing arrangement as he reaches down and retrieves the drink he had nearly dropped upon York's arrival.

[howkickassiam]

"That is 100% the truth," York laughs. "I'm glad they decided to do this, though I'm really surprised they have these quarters available for people."

York grabs a glass out of the suitcase and mixes his drink—heavy on the whiskey, light on the coke.

"Are there others in these quarters, have you noticed?" he adds, curiously.

[chenqing_player]

"Clearly they are prepared for something like this to happen..which is a little concerning." Because if they know this kind of thing could happen, it means it could happen again even if they solve this puzzle this tie.

He takes a sip of his drink as he considers who he has encountered, "There are a couple others roaming around. I've only spoken to that Lan Wangji guy though." There is a little bit of unease in his expression as he mentions the name. Even if he isn't the one who killed him, having someone else who apparently is from the same memories is still a little uncomfortable.

for all the injuries

[darkforcerising]

The battle Anakin had just survived had left him more than a little scuffed up. Sure, the scorch marks hurt, but something about them just didn’t faze him. It was as if he still had the energy and fortitude to continue fighting. It was very odd.

Habit to seek medical attention drove him to find Martin, after he’d made that Network announcement.

So, more than a little blood and torn up, he knocked on the door to Martin’s practice. He was probably more than a shocking sight for more than the scrapes alone – he was carting with him a belt full of grenades, his lightsaber, and more than a few blasters. When you traveled in this droid-filled world, you had to go out there prepared.

“Hello? This is the place to get patched up, right?”

[howkickassiam]

"Mm," York replies, taking a drink. He decides to address the latter part of that and not the former, for now. "I take it you guys aren't really friends?"