Are you taking over, or are you taking orders?

[Uncompromised Revo IDs]

Friends, Romans, hopefully less-than-bloody countrymen: let's not be stupid about this, yeah?

Fuck yes, thank you kindly. Good thing you picked up those new strings, Ana.



[PWP: Cake Walk]

Okay, you know how I get with vague promises of danger. You all right?


[PWP: Blitzkrieg & Company]

Good sodding show, boys and girls and everyone in between.


[PWP: Sonata]

Hey mate. Easier said than done, but don't beat yourself up too hard back there, yeah?

[PWP: Revolution]

As many of you know, the shack I call home is a good long trip from HQ. So far, in fact, that there's something resembling a creek running through the "field" out back (I use the word field pretty damn liberally, I should probably note). Recently managed to get my hands on a load of those water purifying tablets, so I'm going to be making runs back and forth with a few five-gallon jugs for the next few days.

To be honest, I still don't totally trust the water, but with the tablets and a good boil, it should be safe. I know I'll be drinking it.

( PWP: Revolution )

( PWP: Jazz )

( PWP: Roll, Rock, and Alt )

( PWP: Nero Lawson )

So, I know there are thirty-five thousand works of art in this place, but I'm feeling like I've searched every single exhibit for you, and--to where in God's name have you wandered off? Are you in the tomb? I'm headed to the Egyptian wing.

You'd think I'd be able to keep track of a be-chaired invalid but nooo

( [PWP: REVOLUTION] )

[Password Protected. Access granted to: Trance.]

...Trance?

Anita.

[PWP: Blitzkrieg]

Everybody ready?

[added a few minutes later]

Who ate all the food in the green room?

PWP: Roll

Darl, things winding down across the street? No 911 thus far, from what I hear. Mom might need a pickup after all.

[PWP; Access Granted to: Revolution]

Anyone needs anything, I brought the bike. Send me on runs for whatever the hell you need. I can probably get hold of some medical supplies, but only if we hop to it before they're all snapped up.

It'd be good to have a headcount too, at some point. As in, now.

[Password Locked; Access Granted To: Honky Tonk]

That was brilliant.

[OOC:] After HT's request for the musical stylings of pre-Shusai revolutionary sorts, Punk was up most of the night making tapes of his records, picking out specific tracks and albums for her mysterious mission. Today, he rode his motorcycle into The City with a backpack full of music files.

If anyone is curious, here's what he handed over:

( tl;dr )
He would have let her know which ones had the swears in them, because she asked.

[Password Protected. Access Granted To: Trance] )

So. I heard you've been talking to Nero.


[Public]

Spiders, oral sex, and Blitzkrieg, oh my.

( [Password Protected. Access Granted To: Punk] )

I am being misused; I think Twinkies are disgusting, thanks ever.

Band meeting to discuss this. Also, our setlist needs rearranging. I may have written something new.

Before you balk at visiting the shack, I promise to cook dinner. Omelettes, anyway.

( Interrupting all programmes. )