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In the sprawl of a thousand razored, mirrored shards, each one a soaring skyscraper; of a thousand acid-etched concrete cages for those who find themselves beneath the boots of the few --
Where leaden skies are licked by neon reds and phosphoric pinks --
Rise up! Rise up!
Beyond gated walls and tracking cameras and carpets of manicured grass lies a different world. And its people will rebel in their own ways. Who notices ants scurrying beneath their feet, after all?
The City does not need heroes.
It needs martyrs, and survivors, and fools to dance where neon angels fear to tread.
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taicharaAs drabbles pile up, I'll toss brief descriptions/a list of the active cast here, in case anyone wants them.
Similarly, if anyone wants to leave a note, ask a question, etc that doesn't feel like it fits a specific drabble, feel free to drop it on this post.
Similarly, if anyone wants to leave a note, ask a question, etc that doesn't feel like it fits a specific drabble, feel free to drop it on this post.
Mama Dolly // whole hearted
Apr. 11th, 2018 03:01 pmtaichara"Now, folks, get comfy and help yourselves. No packing up leftovers 'til everyone gets a bite first -- yes, dear, your little one can nap in the quiet room, there's a dear --"
Another evening at Tender Heart, same-old, same-old. Mama Dolly and her helpers ambled around the tables, chatting and commiserating and making sure folks who really needed it dossed down for the night.
A few doses here and there, too; there was a nasty bug floating around the Belly.
It was almost as bad as the wounded that came to Dolly's after dark.
But Mama treated everyone at Tender Heart.
Another evening at Tender Heart, same-old, same-old. Mama Dolly and her helpers ambled around the tables, chatting and commiserating and making sure folks who really needed it dossed down for the night.
A few doses here and there, too; there was a nasty bug floating around the Belly.
It was almost as bad as the wounded that came to Dolly's after dark.
But Mama treated everyone at Tender Heart.
Celeste // ride Free
Apr. 10th, 2018 02:06 pmtaichara"Starting up trouble tonight?"
Free heard the laughter in Celeste's voice over the roar of the bike and its squealing wheels across the pavement. Chaos and then some filled the streets; there were arrests being made now and the protestors needed to move --
"You making an offer, Lightrider?"
More laughter. The nightshine flashed off Celeste's plated coat, the chopper's chrome, the circling enforcer cars.
"Get on, soldier boy --"
He didn't need a second invitation. Metal and flesh locked around Celeste's lean frame and Free caught a mouthful of pony-beaded hair -- then they were off in a roar of shining thunder.
Free heard the laughter in Celeste's voice over the roar of the bike and its squealing wheels across the pavement. Chaos and then some filled the streets; there were arrests being made now and the protestors needed to move --
"You making an offer, Lightrider?"
More laughter. The nightshine flashed off Celeste's plated coat, the chopper's chrome, the circling enforcer cars.
"Get on, soldier boy --"
He didn't need a second invitation. Metal and flesh locked around Celeste's lean frame and Free caught a mouthful of pony-beaded hair -- then they were off in a roar of shining thunder.
Nathan // deep roots
Apr. 9th, 2018 10:01 pmtaicharaLooking good, looking good ...
-- And they were looking good, if Nathan did say so himself.
Brushing dirt off his gloves -- sure wouldn't hurt his pants -- he stepped back to survey his handiwork: rows of little green seedlings, trays of homegrown munchies ready to get nommed, all merrily slurping up the water his barrels fed out beneath the light of the pavement prisms overhead.
Maybe a little more light wouldn't hurt. But under the sidewalks was safer. No one bothered to check if the Old Town blocks had stuff in them.
Now Mr. Meister just needed to come do a pickup.
-- And they were looking good, if Nathan did say so himself.
Brushing dirt off his gloves -- sure wouldn't hurt his pants -- he stepped back to survey his handiwork: rows of little green seedlings, trays of homegrown munchies ready to get nommed, all merrily slurping up the water his barrels fed out beneath the light of the pavement prisms overhead.
Maybe a little more light wouldn't hurt. But under the sidewalks was safer. No one bothered to check if the Old Town blocks had stuff in them.
Now Mr. Meister just needed to come do a pickup.
Free // break the wall
Mar. 27th, 2018 09:58 amtaicharaThe Belly's streets were filled with chanting -- broken neon flickers filtering down onto the glow of thousands of vigil lights -- but Free knew the protest was ending quick the moment the air filled with siren screams.
In an eyeblink the kettling began, and his vision filled with crimson as the Uptown enforcers moved in.
They weren't expecting to deal with someone better trained than they were.
Howling, he flung himself at the grim grey line, roaring to the crowds to break and run, and enforcer jaws crumpled under his chrome fists --
Oh, Free chose his new name for a reason.
In an eyeblink the kettling began, and his vision filled with crimson as the Uptown enforcers moved in.
They weren't expecting to deal with someone better trained than they were.
Howling, he flung himself at the grim grey line, roaring to the crowds to break and run, and enforcer jaws crumpled under his chrome fists --
Oh, Free chose his new name for a reason.
the Arena // flesh and blood
Mar. 26th, 2018 11:34 amtaicharaWhen the desperate reach the end of the road, there's still one option left.
The same option that jazzed-up gangers, casemod afficionados and fallen veterans all find dangling in front of their hungry eyes:
Pit yourself in an arena and show the City what you're made of.
Some are martial darlings, dueling in the chromed rings sponsored by ChrysalidCorp and Olympian Industries; and fame (fleeting) and contracts (dangerous) await.
Others, not so adept or photogenic, find the pits in the Underground instead.
Not that the corps don't have a hand in those; it's just, so to speak, under the table.
The same option that jazzed-up gangers, casemod afficionados and fallen veterans all find dangling in front of their hungry eyes:
Pit yourself in an arena and show the City what you're made of.
Some are martial darlings, dueling in the chromed rings sponsored by ChrysalidCorp and Olympian Industries; and fame (fleeting) and contracts (dangerous) await.
Others, not so adept or photogenic, find the pits in the Underground instead.
Not that the corps don't have a hand in those; it's just, so to speak, under the table.
Maiden // contact
Mar. 23rd, 2018 10:44 amtaicharaA murmur of thought, whispering through the cable tethered in his skull, reflects in the gestures his 'marble' avatar executes to make the call, and Maiden waits, watching the Grid's neon glow for trouble.
Not for long; Stingtail's too punctual to make him linger.
She's talking before the window even finishes rezzing, impatience in every vector of her reptilian avatar.
[You have something? The people need to hear something good -- or good enough to light their fires, I'll take either. Drop it on me, Maiden.]
Hah.
>>I want a meat meeting for this one, no exceptions.
>>This one's big.
Not for long; Stingtail's too punctual to make him linger.
She's talking before the window even finishes rezzing, impatience in every vector of her reptilian avatar.
[You have something? The people need to hear something good -- or good enough to light their fires, I'll take either. Drop it on me, Maiden.]
Hah.
>>I want a meat meeting for this one, no exceptions.
>>This one's big.
Shiva // on the stage
Mar. 22nd, 2018 10:04 amtaicharaTonight belonged to Shiva Silverstar. He howled into the mic and the audience roared; he strutted across the stage, and they went crazy.
From his perch, Diver Down's floor was a sea of strobing lights and smoke, shredded rainbows of fabric and ragged synthleather, a million tiny stars flashing from a sea of rhinestones.
He tossed a pick, then an earring, and watched the bodies converge --
A flash at the crowd's rear drew Shiva's eye. Tall and sleek, dark hair in a beaded tail, tipping chrome-plated shoulders, flash-flash-flash ...
That was the signal.
Time to kick the message up a notch.
From his perch, Diver Down's floor was a sea of strobing lights and smoke, shredded rainbows of fabric and ragged synthleather, a million tiny stars flashing from a sea of rhinestones.
He tossed a pick, then an earring, and watched the bodies converge --
A flash at the crowd's rear drew Shiva's eye. Tall and sleek, dark hair in a beaded tail, tipping chrome-plated shoulders, flash-flash-flash ...
That was the signal.
Time to kick the message up a notch.
Maiden // priorities
Mar. 21st, 2018 10:15 amtaicharaIt figured. Here they all were, sitting on the biggest prize they'd ever snatched from corporate jaws, and some people were wallowing.
Free looked occupied with tuning the gleaming chrome under his battered gloves, but it didn't mean he wasn't in a black mood of memory. And Nikolas, hunkered at the basement bar, blonde shag still spattered with blood and machine oil -- oh yeah, he was still spoiling for a fight.
Whatever --
Rory fired up his deck, unspooled the gleaming fibre-op, fingered through his hair for the port in his temple.
Maiden had a message to get out, fast.
Free looked occupied with tuning the gleaming chrome under his battered gloves, but it didn't mean he wasn't in a black mood of memory. And Nikolas, hunkered at the basement bar, blonde shag still spattered with blood and machine oil -- oh yeah, he was still spoiling for a fight.
Whatever --
Rory fired up his deck, unspooled the gleaming fibre-op, fingered through his hair for the port in his temple.
Maiden had a message to get out, fast.
Stingtail Jane // Radio Phree Phreakshow
Mar. 20th, 2018 08:13 amtaicharaShowtime.
Ages of planning. Threading fibre through the Underground where no one from Uptown bothered to look. Planting hotspots in the pavement lights. Passing out headsets, apps, antique receivers.
Jane smiled toothily, saluted the faded gaudiness of the posters on the walls, shook her curls out of her face.
And hit Broadcast.
* The government feathers its own nest. Corporations eat us alive.
It's time to fight back -- and the first step is not buying their lies.
Don't let them turn us against ourselves.
Listen to me. Listen to each other!
This is Stingtail Jane, and welcome to Radio Phree Phreakshow! *
Ages of planning. Threading fibre through the Underground where no one from Uptown bothered to look. Planting hotspots in the pavement lights. Passing out headsets, apps, antique receivers.
Jane smiled toothily, saluted the faded gaudiness of the posters on the walls, shook her curls out of her face.
And hit Broadcast.
* The government feathers its own nest. Corporations eat us alive.
It's time to fight back -- and the first step is not buying their lies.
Don't let them turn us against ourselves.
Listen to me. Listen to each other!
This is Stingtail Jane, and welcome to Radio Phree Phreakshow! *
