Recollé Mods (
recollecters) wrote in
recolle2017-08-03 11:17 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
TEAM YZMA LOG
READY: START Team Yzma roster: Carmen Sandiego, Dave Strider, Elizabeth, Emil Vasterstrom, Juzo Sakakura, Lucy/Kaede, Penelo, Seto Kaiba, Shouto Todoroki, Souji Seta, Yato. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of thunder... This is the Team Yzma Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions!
The schedule for Team Yzma is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 part twoObjectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work. |
Open
[Well the first thing Pen had tried was the computer...and that had of course been a fruitless effort but at least there was solitaire. She didn't really sleep much that first night, if she were honest. The sound of mouse-clicks and the dim greenish glow of a computer screen lighting up the receptionist's area were a pretty clear indication of where she was.
If anyone approaches quietly, they may catch her slumped over, staring dully at the screen playing the simplest PC game of all time by rote. Noisier visitors will be greeted with a much less sullen looking Penelope, sitting up straight and looking at them expectantly, albeit with slightly strained eyes.]
Hey...
Dawn of the Third Day: The Laugh Track is Killing Me
[Two and a Half Men, on loop, is a special kind of hell. She'd born the indignity of listening to that hellish theme song well enough the first couple of days, but after a while she just snapped. Standing up suddenly, in all her tiny indignant glory, she pulls out her tablet and marches over to the DVD player.]
I can't take it anymore guys. I'm putting something decent on.
[Yanking the hookups out of the DVD player, she practically stabs them into the ports on her tablet and fills the screen with, well, her personal video library.]
I don't have much, but Christ, if I have to listen to Charlie Sheen sing one more time, I'm going to murder someone. So, what will it be? I have the 90s version of the Enrage anime, the first season of Seinfeld, and a bunch of movies. Or I can put on music. Because anything is better than this.
Dawn of the Fourth Day: The Hits Keep in Coming
[In a fit of madness, jittery after several days locked in this Americana Purgatory, Pen had started making use of the pen and paper. Humming softly to herself, her little tomato friend perched on top of her head like some vine-ripened gargoyle, she starts writing something. Stops after several moments, shakes her head, and then tosses the paper into the trashcan before starting again, humming a slightly different variation of the same tune.]
fourth day
He comes by and shamelessly picks the paper she threw away out of the trash can. Faster than asking her what she's writing about... ]
no subject
And the tomato creature will just look at him and chirp, which breaks Pen's concentration enough that she in turn looks over at him.]
The flow's off on that, Yato. It's not worth reading.
no subject
You a musician?
no subject
Nah, I'm just a hobbyist. I don't write anything more than jingles, really. But I like doing it.
You?
no subject
[ He thinks of himself less as a professional producer and more as Anya's one-man promo team, though. ]
Plenty of hobbies can turn into a career.
no subject
But what do you produce? Anything I might know?
no subject
[ Yato, a serial job hopper for most of his adult life, sees nothing wrong with taking on multiple career ventures in search of the best one. And now that he has a chance to talk even a little about Anya, Yato brightens. ]
I produce for Anya! Or Anastasia, as some people might know her now. But at night, I moonlight as a cook at the Inkwell. They're not mutually exclusive, see?
no subject
[Laughing, she taps her pen against the paper and shakes her head.]
I'm not familiar with her. But hey, I'll make sure to check her out. When we get outta this, send me some tracks and I'll see if I can work them into a show. I do plugs for local artists and stuff all the time.
no subject
[ And it'll be good on her resume if she changes her mind. ]
no subject
[Patting the paper, she smiles somewhat weakly.]
But you know, if there's a particular musical style you want me to write something in, I can try? That might be more useful than just banging my head against a totally new tune.
no subject
[ And -- can you believe this -- he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card, which he'll offer to Penelope. ]
Just keep an open mind, okay?
no subject
Sure. Though, if you need work done for a website or something that is where my real specialty is.
no subject
I'll remember that. Good talking to ya.
[ literally how did this turn into a business talk ]