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[Hey kids, it's the second weekend in September! Do you know what that means? That means that for all students and seniors, this Saturday and Sunday, admittance to the Venture Spaceport is absolutely free! Come take a guided tour given by one of the astronauts or administrators, take a seat in a genuine authentic training mock-up of a space capsule, and maybe even look at the new rockets under construction, and the models of the plans for even bigger ones.

Of course, the whole complex is open to the rest of the public as well for a nominal fee, as is the on-site MUSEUM OF SPACE, which isn't affiliated with the big museum downtown but instead just contains a lot of space things on loan from other institutions. There's even a Boilerplate Apollo capsule and a real soyuez that carried a famous Canadian astronaut back to earth recently.

And the man of the enterprise? Oh, he's Everywhere today. He's in the astronaut 0-g training pool. He's in the vehicle assembly building. He's on the Vomit comet (Tickets are an extra 150 dollars, to experience 5 30 second bursts of real weightlessness.) And he's always got a big grin and seems pleased to see you, no matter who you are.]

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[Surprisingly, Westar actually does have a Rumblr account. Two of them. One for his regular identity, not really used that much. And one for his alter ego, Hayato. Mostly used for posting and reblogging pictures of food. Because what else would you use this for, right? Today, though, there's a small text post.

It's not private to friends, so anyone is free to respond to it... If they actually want to.]

okay so how can you be sure youre dying?

if it feels like youre dying thats probably enough right? wait does this mean i have to write a will because ive never written a will before. i have no idea what to even write in one.

......im pretty sure that this is what dying feels like though. if i stop posting assume i died.

B - Action

[Despite that little drama, this idiot is not dying. At all.

He isn't looking too good, though. He's lying on a park bench, awfully pale. If you get close enough, you may notice he's sweating.

...Yeah, he just has a fever.

He's holding a pen, staring at a piece of paper that is completely empty... except for the word 'WILL' at the top. All caps, bold.

Guess who has literally never been sick before and is freaking out needlessly? Yeah.]

dhil

[The post is short, but sweet. They aren't the best with this weird tying device]

Hello! Very happy to see. Very nice here! Looking for friends maybe? In parks, so much green! Warm but not too warm, not too bright. Very nice.

Very new. Have not seen this before. Do not know what this is. Maybe phone? Nice!

Please assist.

[Meanwhile, the weirdo typing all this stuff is lingering around a bus stop, potentially worrying the other city goers there who aren't used to seeing seven foot tall veiled bean poles silently giggling at technology. They learned how to make a heart, they're very happy.]

bun_bun_maru

[Rumblr, Friendlocked]

[Disclaimer: Aya friends people pretty easily. If you go to VHS and have talked to her at least once while there, odds are good that you're on her flist.]

Friends! Dear compatriots! I ask for your participation in a simple matter.

As you may know, the time of my 18th birthday is drawing near. Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps in celebration of this fortuitous event, or perhaps because it's Labor Day, AMC is showing a once-in-a-lifetime event: A marathon of every American movie about ninjas made during the 1990s. All of them, no matter how good or bad. Chronological order, straight from Ninjas of New York to Revenge of the Ninja Queens.

Naturally, to allow such an event to pass us by without mocking the bejeesus out of it would be an affront to everything that our glorious nation stands for. Accordingly, I will be holding a birthday party this Sunday. If you can see this and feel like coming, congratulations! You are invited.

The marathon runs until like 2 in the morning, and I intend to be there for the whole thing. Those who are willing and able may stay with us until morning. By parental decree, boys must leave by midnight.

Kindly RSVP so that I know how many people to expect!

[Action]

Omegafriends! Villains! Other people of the night! There is a new and highly suspicious-looking character about.

Exploring the city, by shadow and by rooftop, at remarkable speed, is a mysterious caped figure in black, her face obscured by a befeathered masquerade mask. She doesn't seem to have any particular obvious goals or destinations - just sneaking around and seeing how well she can navigate the city with her newly-awakened powers.

What sort of strange characters will she cross paths with during the night? That is for you, the readers, to decide!

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Things have been quiet from the subdimensional plane that Snake Mountain exists on, but that doesn't mean that things have not been busy. No, the overlord of that place has been hard at work and now that work has come to fruition. And at such a happy time, with the Omegafriends in chaos thanks to Lady Blue's handiwork.

Skeletor stands before his newest creation, a machine of twisted black metal and gears, and chuckles darkly to himself. Panthor snarls at his side.

"At last, after weeks of work, it's finally done. All that remains..." a clawed hand emerges from beneath his cloak, holding half of a small purple stone. A trophy from a battle from long ago, and now an important component in his plans, "... is the final piece."

Eye sockets blazing he steps forward and places the Precure Seed into its place at the center of the twisted mechanism. Immediately the device hums to life and begins churning and spinning.

"Yes! It works!" He spins around, sending out the call to his Warriors stationed throughout the city. "Begin the attack!"

One by one the assaults begin as Skeletor's agents located throughout the city surge into action.

The Venture City zoo is thrown into chaos as one of the enclosures explodes outward. Several huge, horned and thick-hided monstrosities charging out and crushing everything in their path.

In the middle of the park, a peaceful artificial lake becomes a scene of panic as a scaley tentacled horror erupts from the middle of it and launches an assault on the unfortunate picnickers.

And even the busy streets of Venture City are not safe. All around vending machines are morphing into bizarre robotic creatures that open fire on the populace with sugary, fizzy explosives!

Watching all of this through the eyes of his scattered Doomseeker's, Skeletor's laughter echoes through his stronghold.

[OOC: You didn't think he was gone, did you? Not even close! Skeletor is taking advantage of the Omegafriends' dissaray to hatch his newest vile scheme! All are welcome to deal with these threats (or cook up your own if you're so inclined). Just note where your characters are and let me know if you need some NPCing of monsters and/or Evil Warriors.

Also, for any of his PC minions reading this feel free to jump in with your own chaos-spreading creations.]

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Who: Doomkitty, and whoever wants to stop her (or help her)
When: Not long after Lady Blue kidnapped the Omegafriends base.
Where: Hero Plaza
What: Nobody else is going for that orb in the statue, so a new face decided to grab it.

In the middle of the night, a certain black cloaked figure is quickly shimmying up the statue and grabbing the orb. The next instant, the ball disappears into her cloak before she drops down off the statue to the grass; obviously intent on absconding the scene.

[So, yeah, somebody that's new in town decided to grab the orb and make off with it. Feel free to do whatever it takes to stop her. Thread-hopping is definitely ok and encouraged.]

fluffytails

[Action]
What a time to visit this city! Something was afoot, that much was obvious. Lots of activity, lots of confused people. And that omegacracker she had obtained in the shadier parts of Little Tokyo had given her all sorts of interesting hints about the current situation.

Someone had pulled a spectacular heist! Truly impressive, it made her curious indeed. As such, she had to investigate a little. Right at the source, of course: The statue that had originally been considered the target.

As there would likely be a considerable presence of supers, Himiko didn't even bother to disguise herself, and walked up to the statues in the middle of the night, tails and ears, black eyes and dress visible to all that'd look. But then, this was her costume, in a way, since her mundane look was when she was disguised!

Let's see if someone would try to stop her. Or help, perhaps! Regardless which, it'd be a good way to gauge the people of this place. And maybe get a bit of a hint on what was going on, if she would be able to take a closer look at that orb... Oh, she very much wanted to examine it from all sorts of angles!

[Rumblr, a voice post made sometime around noon. The avatar used is a photo of an adorable black fox, curled up and sleeping.]

Hello, people of Venture city reading this thread! I'm a fairly new citizen, living in a humble abode in Little Tokyo. Where'd one go to find some excitement in this city? Any of you got a recommendation or two for a newcomer?

machine_herald

The warehouse from the outside looked just like any other along Venture City's harbor. Within, it was as surreal nightmare of technology. Surgery tables, industrial machinery, devices of incomprehensible purpose, and more filled it from wall to wall, leaving only limited narrow pathways through which one might walk. And it was through one of these that Viktor now paced, angrily.

They had laughed at him! He had offered them immortality, he had offered them the power of a god! He had asked for nothing in return and it had been thrown back in his face with mocking laughter! How dare they! They needed to be punished, nay, destroyed! In a fit of rage, Viktor slammed his fist into the slide of an industrial strength metal lathe and let out of a shout of frustration.

His henchmen, who had been passing the time playing cards, froze in surprise. No one said anything for several seconds that felt like an eternity. Eventually Viktor managed to unclench his fist and stared in vague interest at his own bloody knuckles. "These are the thoughts of a mere man, still bound by the instincts and rage of a wild animal. I am still too human."

Viktor turned slowly to the surgery table. No, they would not be punished. That was the beast snarling. They would be taught. Taught of the weakness of flesh, and then when they saw the truth, reinvented!

He spoke to the few cyborgs who had accepted his vision and followed in his footsteps without looking at them as he started walking towards the table. "We have much to do, my brothers. They think they can refused to learn, but I shall teach them even so. If they are blind, we must open their eyes ourselves."

...Over the next week or so, there is a minor crime wave, as half machine criminals appear at night to raid various research labs and industrial factories. They seem to be going for specific parts: atmospheric filtration units, armor plating, high power electrical generators, and other more esoteric bits of machinery. Someone has a very strange shopping list.

Viktor himself can sometimes be found on these raids, but even when not present any would be heroes will find those who have submitted to the glorious evolution to not be easy foes.

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