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 Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 11:05 pm
 LAB BA non-descript building, it's doors all state "Authorized Personnel Only." Any guests getting too close to Lab B find themselves intercepted and led away by park security.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:54 pm
Zoobey It was quiet. Too quiet. But then again, there was no reason to panic. The most heavily guarded point were the guest resorts, and then secretly of course, Research Lab B, where the science behind the acclaimed magic was done. And what better way to feel secure than to claim that the most important lab was the decoy one? These were civilians, there were people who were there simply to gawk, to stare, to experience magic.
But of course, underneath the experience of it all, everyone had their own personal goal, and he was of no exception.
Those still working the late shift in Research Lab B would hear the alarm first. "Containment breach in Lab A, code red, containment breach in Lab A. All personnel are required to evacuate to assist in Lab A immediately. All personnel are required to evacuate to assist in Lab A immediately."
It seemed like someone had tampered with the decoy lab, which was in itself a relief. Decoy after all. The only thing needing to be contained were the ornamental specimens, maybe some help in diffusing a potential fire and disappointing any guests waiting to see the room come next morning.
And with that, everyone obediently filtered out. All, but one. A nondescript, scruffy sort of man in a lab coat, still wearing sunglasses. It was four am in the morning so sunglasses were very much an extremely unnecessary accessory. He was wearing a staff personnel tag with an image of a face that looked really not him, unless he had somehow mysteriously turned asian.
Said figure almost effortlessly navigated through the computers, swiping his card key into the server room, before pulling open a tablet hidden inside his coat. He quickly attached it to the main hub as the tablet lit up, with a small welcome screen.
"Welcome Tony Stark. Please enter your password."
He typed quickly, prompted by a second screen. Just as quickly, he typed a few more prompts directly onto the tablet screen, pausing as he watched the program begin to load. A quick tap to his headset. "So far so good, I told you I'd have no problem. What's the um, situation like on the other end Jarvis?" A pause. "What do you think of my fake evacuation dialogue, that's like pretty legit, am I right?"
Note, heavy emphasis on the word Jarvis. You know, like, a minion.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:56 pm
voice on the comm unit Dude, I don't know how you managed it, but at first I thought is was freaking Clar... k, Clark, over the PA. Super professional, bro, even if you did d**k around a lot earlier. Everything on this side is legit because I'm smooth like frostbite and s**t, and Fury is riding everyone's dicks in that way he does, I don't know how you can work for him seriously, I think someone swapped out his shampoo with like Suave or something." Jarvis sounded distracted for a moment and then went silent before stating, in a slightly more professionalism tone, "You've got 8 more minutes, don't overshoot. The boss recognized Moore and Wickett, he didn't say anything helpful but it'll be bad news if they catch you alone." A thoughtful pause. "Soooooo...any hot chicks?"
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:57 pm
Zoobey Tony Stark looked down at his tablet. It was already completed, with a one-hundred-percent ready. On the screen was a prompt.
Initialize?
[ Yes ][ No ]
He waffled, just a little bit, finger tapping at the space around the screen. The time ticked down to six minutes. "Uh," he finally managed, practically spacing out from everything Jarvis had just said, "Yeah, like a couple? Totally out of your league though." He paused. "Is this line secure?"
The timer read five minutes, thirty seconds.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:58 pm
voice on the comm unit "Yeah, just you and me, Stark. Mano y mano. Bros in arms." A pause and then, "Are you sure? Because I can play ball, dude, in any league. You feel me?" Another pause and then, "Are you ******** around over there? Because the boss mentioned something about tragic casualties and I think he was talking about you." Jarvis was starting to sound a bit on edge.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:59 pm
Zoobey "I was thinking" Tony Stark said, which was always, a bad thing to say to someone when they were in the middle of an extremely secret and covert operation involving the fate of possibly many in a very limited time period involving four minutes and thirty-seven seconds, "Maybe it's a bad idea. I mean, like, aren't we supposed to save people and stuff? This is going to screw up everything for them man. Communications jammed, off the satellites, off everything. Black hole, electricity short-out." Though Jarvis couldn't see it, he had a rather pained look.
"I just - I just don't know if I'm ready for this. I'm- I'm a Jedi you know, I fight for the forces of good and stuff, I can't just submit myself to the dark side like this, this is terrible, and the worst part is, we'd like, have to find a whole bunch of new Avengers RP gms, and I hate looking at gm applications."
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:00 am
voice on the comm unit Another pause and then a long, shaky sigh, "Hey, you know this would escalate. People don't just create an army of massive badass minions formed out of nightmares to populate a freaking amusement park and leave it at that. And yeah, maybe a few people will die before we can get this cleared up, but they might not?" Jarvis made a frustrated little sound, "And if they die, I'll go through the apps, okay? You can take some leave, go to a con or something." Their tone grew harsh and abrupt, "But not if you die here, so do it and get out of there."
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:02 am
Zoobey Tony Stark teared up a little at the speech. Jarvis was a true bro. "You would go through the applications for me?" Only a true bro would be willing to make such a brave sacrifice, to charge in the front and take the proverbial Matrix bullet. "Thanks man, I- I needed that." He looked at his screen. Thirty seconds. "Yeah, a break would be nice. I have some beer in my fridge, save it for when I get home okay?"
That's right, when he got home. It was just a mission. He was perhaps a Sith Lord, but he was also a Jedi Master. Everything had a balance, light and dark. Only then could the balance of the universe survive, and he was simply the messenger, the key to ensure the balance. It was a terrible burden sometimes, it was a great one, but he would persevere.
Initialize?
[ Yes ] [ No ]
Everything went dark.
"Okay," he breathed, a few times just to make sure he was ready. There was one last thing to do, the route home, back to his home planet. "This is Tony Stark, signing out. You can send a portal now."
Silence across the headsets. The emergency generator began to run, only enough to cause the alarms to blare red, out of control. There was the sound of hissing, as several containment units outside of where he was seated slid open.
The generator ceased. The alarm stopped.
"Um, any time now," he whispered to the headset. Silence.
".... You have got to be kidding me."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:49 pm
Wickett threw the flashlight beam over the security gates.
Grenzel hummed in his right hand, a hook of eerie green in the black.
He stopped to check under desks for cowering staff members, but so far, this hadn't yielded results. Bloodspray coated the walls. There were no bodies.
He checked the ceiling.
It was almost like old times. But even if they were nightmares, they were young nightmares. Wickett had left Moore in bed this morning, hoping to get the root of the problem...sorted on his own. He had left a note. He doubted that Moore read it. Moore had never been a details person.
He moved with careful precision through the halls, following the beam like a gold thread.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:35 pm
In a puddle of drying blood, the broken remains of an earpiece sit. At first glance they are entirely unremarkable. Upon further inspection, though, the dying glow of runes can be seen within it.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 1:08 am
Wickett bent to examine the item. It had its own lighting. The idea of the technology was familiar, but the equipment itself was not Mr. Moore's handiwork.
Wickett kept close track of Mr. Moore's projects.
He almost said hello, but thought better of it.
If there was someone left in the dark, he would find them. It had been a while since he'd done a proper interrogation.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 1:41 am
The moment he left the SUV, Cecil's expression melted from unwavering smiles to a moment of terror. It gripped him so tightly his knees almost gave out, but that woman could be watching. He fumbled with his security cards, unlocked the door, slipped inside, and promptly collapsed against it once he had slammed it closed again.
Everything he had built... everything was crumbling down, lashing out, eating everything away... his muffled, panic-attack ridden sobs were interrupted by the occasional burst from his inhaler. The employees, the tourists, they couldn't see him like this.
Just breath.
You have to find Wickett, Codex soothed him, although the weapon shared his dread. We've all lived through worse. We can still fix this.
"HOW?" He finally screamed, voice echoing down the dark hallway. "It's all gone to s**t!"
We'll find a way. You always do. Maybe Wickett has a plan.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 10:00 pm
At the rattling noises, Wickett melted behind a shelving unit.
He only reappeared at the familiar voice, but not without reservations.
Something sounding like Moore meant very little.
He left the computer labs to investigate. He noted if the rooms had been disturbed or not in his absence. He watched a while, waiting, befoe approaching.
"Mr. Moore," he said. He kept his grip on Grenzel. Looking like Moore also meant little, but he continued as if it were, "Someone else is here. Someone with access to runic technology. Possibly the remnants of the old Organization. I believe our systems were disabled deliberately."
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 10:52 pm
Cecil's head shot up immediately as soon as he heard the voice that wasn't in his head. "ANDREW!" Relief poured off of him as he practically threw himself down the hallway toward his partner. Paranoia regarding whether or not the familiar face was really Mr. Wickett or not never crossing the brash little man's mind, "Oh thank GOD I was worried- oh, hell, what was I worried about?" He gave the larger man a hearty pat to the arm, fidgeted for a moment before throwing his arms around him in a frantic hug.
"It's awful, our investors are dying left and right, everything's a mess, when I-" He hesitated, Wickett's words sinking in. "Runic? Merde- you don't think.... they FOUND us?? Hell, hell HELL! We need to get out of here. ******** the rest of them. We've got to abandon ship. We'll start over again."
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:36 pm
"The aquatic center's been compromised," Wickett said quietly, and giving Cecil's back a tense pat. "There isn't a way out. By air or sea."
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