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epidemiology2017-08-05 12:02 am
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2017-08-05 12:02 am
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- bruce wayne (dc comics),
- connor walsh (htgawm),
- davesprite (homestuck),
- fiona (borderlands),
- h.c. andersen (fate/),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- keith (voltron),
- lucina (fire emblem: awakening),
- lucy/nyuu (elfen lied),
- mettaton (undertale),
- oliver hampton (htgawm),
- rhys (borderlands),
- scott mccall (teen wolf),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- wylan van eck (grishaverse)
EVENT ★ LABYRINTH III: THE ESCAPE
LABYRINTH III  The lizards, rats, and other monstrous creatures seem to be absent from this area of the maze, replaced instead by rhinoceros-sized beetles. The beetles each have a single horn protruding from the head, and their hard carapaces make them difficult to kill -- a better method might be to simply climb somewhere high and wait for the beetle to get bored. But unlike the other monsters encountered in the maze, the beetles seem to have something else on their mind beyond wanton violence: they can sometimes be found rolling massive balls of dung throughout the corridors of the labyrinth. (This might explain why the plants are so lush closer to the center.) There is little time to explore this section of the labyrinth before there's a flicker of light all around and more ALASTAIR recruits suddenly appear, most dressed in a freshly pressed uniform and carrying extra food and supplies. They have been told that the cloaking surrounding Asterion Labyrinth is so strong and complex that Oska was only able to send in a handful of recruits at once for a relief effort. In order to leave, they'll have to locate the escape mechanism that lies deep within the labyrinth; the remaining Asterion Prison correctional officers know its general location, but not precisely what it entails. All they know is that it will require technological cunning to operate and that it's heavily guarded. After five days, the portal room is found. THE PORTAL ROOM  The center of the labyrinth is a large, circular room with a raised platform in the middle. On this platform rests a circle of computer consoles surrounding another platform, on which sits an empty circular frame 2.5m (8') in diameter. This is the dormant portal, and it is now Audentes's task to turn it on and find their way back to Oska. Because the portal is not made for interdimensional travel, it must be overclocked, which will cause it to burn out and explode once it is used. In order to override the safety protocols in place to prevent such dangerous tampering, the control panels must be unlocked -- and unfortunately, the locks are all complicated puzzles, ranging from the numerical to sliding pieces into place to complete a pattern. There are many of these puzzled scattered around the portal room, and once they are all unlocked, it's a simple matter of flipping the power override switches. Ignore the dangerous humming sound and the way the frame suddenly fills with violent purple energy. That's probably normal. The new recruits have the correct coordinates to locate Oska, which has temporarily lowered its cloaking shield to allow Audentes to return. So there is a bit of a time crunch. Adding more to the difficulty of the situation is the presence of a monster lumbering around the circular portal room. Six meters (20') high, the beast is best described as a minotaur, but perhaps not in the traditional sense: while it resembles a bipedal bull, it is an amalgamation of flesh and machine with its body covered in pistons and glowing lights. One of its hands is an enormous axe and it belches fire and acid. Despite its head resembling an herbivore, the piles of desiccated bones scattered throughout the portal room tell a different story. Upon seeing the group, the minotaur charges. Mavahari, the Zymandis recruit, rushes to meet it with her sword drawn. Inmates and correctional officers do their best to fight it as well, but something becomes quickly apparent: it cannot be harmed by projectile weapons. The machinery of the beast keeps it protected from most attacks, though electricity will stun it and acid will corrode its metal. But in order to injure the minotaur, it must be stabbed between the metal plates where its vulnerable flesh remains. During the battle, the minotaur fights viciously and without regard for its own safety. The first casualty comes early: the minotaur swings its axe toward Mavahari, who is pushed out of the way by George. The axe connects with him solidly, sending him flying into the wall with a shuddering impact. George lies there still, but there's no time to mourn. The beast continues its rampage. Once the minotaur is defeated, you'll have to quickly decide what to do with the correctional officers and inmates who have followed Audentes through the Asterion Labyrinth. The overclocked portal won't hold forever, and the longer Oska leaves its cloak down, the better chance they have of being found by their enemies. OOC NOTES This log will last for six IC days: five days for exploration and one day at the center of the maze. We have also recently altered the calendar this month, so make sure you review it! IMPORTANT: Participation in the solution poll is mandatory for August AC. Failure to participate will result in an automatic strike. The only exception is for those who are exempt from August AC. The poll will close on 11 August 23:59 UTC. If you have any questions about the labyrinth that aren't answered here, please direct them to the Leramzen dossier. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ and you may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time. |
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Sweetheart, my act is whatever people need it to be! [He's tossing glitter into the air. Don't worry about where he grabbed it from.] I was the sole source of entertainment back home - I've done it ALL.
...Why? You wouldn't be hoping for a sample, would you? [He winks. Considering the hair completely covering his right eye, it may as well just be a blink.]
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Would he be WILLING? To PERFORM? To perform for a childhood IDOL?]
Hansy. Darling. Light of my life.
[Mettaton's arm stretches out and snatches the microphone back out of his new friend's (!!) hand. He lifts himself up so he's standing on the outcropping now, and he poses. Dear god, is he posing - hip cocked, one arm draped over the top of his head and framing his face, the other clutching the microphone to his lips.]
I was built for it.
[More confetti appears, this time gray and intangible, like the earlier text. A disco ball summons over his head. Catchy synths are filtering out of his speakers.
Iiiiiiiiiit's SHOWTIME!!]
It's my own desire
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
[He's dancing and singing as if he were performing to millions, not just one (albeit very important) person. Mettaton may have "fake" written on every single one of his actions, but if there were anything that was ever truthful or transparent about him, it is this: he lives to be on a stage.]
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Mettaton spins on the tip of his boot (...as he's discovered, technically, this form has no toes) as one final flourish before he takes a bow. And then another. Just to be on the safe side.
...okay, he'll toss out one more handful of glitter, this time the actual stuff. What's the point of hording it in his storage if he isn't going to use it?]
Of COURSE it's not bad! It's ME!
[He hops off his "stage" then, beaming at Mr. Andersen with his hands clasped behind his back. He hasn't been this giddy about anything in a long time!]
So!
[So.]
...you aren't at all what I imagined!
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[There's a lot of words being said at once there. Mettaton's giddy expression falters for a moment as he tries process it.]
...
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...
[He pauses, eyes staring off into some far, far distance as he whispers to himself.] (That's why he's so small - he needs to fit in his bottle.)
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A servant spirit?
[...]
So...
[The implication is in his voice.
You're a genie, Mr. Andersen.]
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[His laugh is sharp and amused. It's at both of those statements, really.
He stretches out his arms, making a production out of the tiny gesture. A swarm of tiny box-shaped robots materialize out of thin air and begin to fall from the sky, riding little tiny umbrellas. They blow kisses, which also materialize as adorable little hearts with "M" proudly emblazoned in the middle. The disco ball spins anew, shooting blue and white lasers around the both of them. A large, projected heart appears around Mettaton's face, who also copies the gesture with his thumbs and pointer fingers.]
Isn't it obvious, darling? I'm made of the stuff.
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It's about a 90% probability, yes. Why question what I know if you don't want a show?
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...but Mr. Andersen keeps talking, and Mettaton's smile starts to twist into something plastic and somber. Comprised of magic. The manifestation of something left behind. Someone who isn't really who their memories tell them they are. For a moment, and despite the smile, his mind obviously goes elsewhere.
It sounds like Keats.
How depressing.
But this is Mettaton, and it doesn't take long for him to bounce back with the practiced ease and grace of any actor. He beams, exuding awe. Andersen seems pleased with his lot in life - why shouldn't Mettaton?] A noble goal as any!! Well, I may not fit the bill, but here's hoping you spare a little care to your fellow robot.
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...mostly. A month ago, hearing that reminder would have torn him to pieces (it still does. A little. Just a tiny, easily ignored piece). Now? A non-human club, at this point, is sounding better and better. Mettaton never thought he'd be saying that in his life, but.
Well. He's not really the one who'd need it. But that's neither here nor there.]
But I'm happy to hear it. And I'm honored to have you aboard!
[...]
What was it that we were talking about? Before we got distracted by our own impressive back-catalogue of talents and accomplishments?
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OH YES!
[Mettaton claps his hands together. This is going to be a STORY!!]
WELL. It all started with my grand performance...
[This is going to be a long one with many, many exaggerated and fabricated parts.
Whatever. It sounds better the way he tells it anyhow.]