What's the protocol for cleaning up RP logs and getting them into a readable form? This is currently an impenetrable mess :P

In their response Center, Naomi looks out, then groans, and grabs her partner back. “No, we first call our friends.”
She turned to the laptop, frowning as she logged on and attempted to contact Storm and Skyfire.

Nat Freidar sat bolt upright in bed as a loudspeaker blared out.

All agents to report to the nearest Sueification station for reeducation. Despatch is currently readying a list of the most flagrant goodfic that needs to be flamed. All agents to report to the nearest Sueification station.

"What the gwaedlyd uffern is going on?" she grumbled, but stopped short on getting out of bed as she noticed that the room was the wrong colour. "Um, am I seein' things, or is the room..."

"Black? Yeah." Cassie turned round from the cupboard where the weapons were kept. "I thought it was some April Fool's Day joke when I went to look it up, but now it looks like there's an actual invasion or something."

"Didn't we 'ave enough o' that last year?" the lanky girl complained, sitting on the edge of her bed for a moment before what Cassie had said sank in. "What?" She jumped up and grabbed her own weapons. "Come on then!"

"Is that really such a good idea?" said the third occupant of the room, who up till then had been silent. Kelvin shifted nervously as both women glared at him. "Um, we don't know what's going on, is all..."

"Then we need to go and find out," Cassie replied. "Come on, grab your stuff." She glanced over to the minis' bed, but neither of them were in the RC. Ah, well. Guess they can take care of themselves better than we could.

A random pair of EPC Agents got the surprise of their lives - and deaths - a minute later when three PPCers burst out of the room next to them.

"That wasn't so bad," Nat said as she wiped off her sword. "More Sues. They should be easy enough ta deal with."

"Wait a moment." Kelvin was examining one of the bodies. "This looks like our flashpatch, except for the sword."

"No kidding..." Cassie looked around at the now-unfamiliar black corridors. "I really don't like this. Let's try and find someone else. Maybe they'll know what's going on."

There was total agreement from the other two, and the trio set off warily down the corridor, keeping a close lookout for more trouble.

Of course, rounding the next corner to come face to face with a large group of Sueish-looking people would probably have counted as more trouble.

"RUN!"

"Now what?" Kelvin asked as they tried to outrun the gang.

"We run an' find 'elp!"

Adder practically broke down the door of her RC, grabbing her wooden cricket bat. "Deuce, we've got a problem.

Her partner was already sharpening his daggers "You don't think I didn't realize that already? What the hell's going on?"

"The PPC's been compromised," Adder replied. "Some kinda mirror multiverse thing... I don't know! All I know is that we gotta kill these farkin EPC agents, and I don't intend to cower in the RC and wait it out! But don't set anything on fire. We don't know how flammable the mirror verse is."

"Damn. Oh, well." The diminutive Agent bared his jagged teeth in a feral grin. He bounded toward the open door.

"Deuce!"

He paused, looking back. "Yeah?"

"You're fly's down.

Deuce yelped, glanced down, and-- "No it's not."

"April Fools!" Laughing maniacally, with a cricket bat and one hand and a razor-sharp reed knife in the other, Adder shot out into the hallway and brained the first EPC Agent she saw.

Question; is this like, a canon invasion like the 2008 Sue attack or just a one off thing that doesn't canonically happen?

Agent Cal came running at the noise, almost tripping in his overly large trenchcoat. It took him a minute to understand the situation.

"Ellen! To me!" he barked. "The headquarters are under att--"

"YAAAAAY!"

The robot girl shoved him aside with a maniacal grin on her face, forcing the young agent to throw himself to the ground to avoid the huge spiked head of her flail.

"I will not tolerate more of this unprofessional behavior," he said weakly as Ellen ran past him. But he strongly doubted she would pay him any heed. Sighing, he got back to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster and followed his partner.

Agent Warren strode down the hallway, whistling "In the Hall of the Mountain King" at the top of his lungs.

Considering the current state of HQ and the fact that his partner was still in their TARDIS, this was a remarkably stupid thing to do. He got bonus points for dragging his lightsaber through the walls at waist height, leaving a glowing line of molten Suefic Surface behind, and for forgetting not to look where he was going.

"All Agents...bzzzt..." The loudspeaker fell silent as the lightsaber bisected it, then fell in two pieces on the glittery ground.

"Bugger you," Alex muttered, then continued humming, confident that nothing too bad would happen. It was therefore inevitable that he bumped into not one but three EPC patrols at the same time.

Agent Mulhoon looked out the door. Gone was the grey Generic Surface, to be replaced by chic black. Loudspeakers dtted the wall at intervals, blaring out PSAs.
All agents to report to the nearest Sueification station for reeducation. Despatch is currently readying a list of the most flagrant goodfic that needs to be flamed. All agents to report to the nearest Sueification station.

"Oh, good," he grunted. "The EPC are back. Had enough of those last year."
He walked acros the response centre to the weapons cabinet, drawing out a revolver and a set of brass knuckles.
"Grab your toys, newbie. HQ's been invaded, we need to go find some more agents to help chuck the jokers out. Help me find the way to RC 45?"

"But I've got no idea where that is."

"Good. I do know where it is, which means I'll never find it. You'll likely go straight there. One of the oddities of HQ. It's Trojie and Pads' Response Centre, if I know them at all they'll be spoiling for a fight."

Are we fighting or are we hiding? I'm down with both, I'd just like to know ...

I can get another grey jacket off my counterpart after I kill him? And his lightsaber collection?

There are flowers, just like the ones in charge of us, who are evil?

I TOLD YOU SO! Battle stations!

Is it a parody?
Or a compitition?

Which happens to be conveniently located behind a foot thick block of titanium-steel alloy.

Or find some weapons, or something.

Not that that's a bad thing. Seems interesting.