It was pandemonium! So insane it was hard to keep track of anything. Honestly, there was a very hot minute where Sig just kind of spaced out for a second. One moment he was fighting off toads with what ever came to mind, absently tossing stuff at the tanks, and actively ignoring the freaking out chaos fighter that was in their midst. It was just so bat s**t crazy it was hard to keep up with ANYTHING so rather then focus on what others were doing he keep focused on the toads and the tanks. They needed to go, this he knew instinctively.
His next projectile was quickly changed from one tank to the other when the purple page noticed a familiar feline form fiddling with one... He also saw the guy stab towards the cat, "Watch out!" Sig couldn't help but call out! Not that Illyria needed his help at all. She obviously got this! His momentary distraction had his current thrown object just veer off target, doing no harm to anything or anyone. Shame really since he had a feeling that kilt wearing bugger could have used a good clock upside the head with that pencil holder.
Whatever was in those tanks did not look like it was very good. Daphne didn't even know much about how medicine had been practiced on her own world, let alone here, but she did know that for sleep aids, you had to take them in carefully portioned small doses.
Not whatever that was.
Luckily, the others around her seemed to be doing a decent job of smashing at the glass.
She was going to make sure that they weren't bothered by any toad youma. She was bothered by the fact that on of the toad youma had split into more toad youma. It was annoying, and now there was some kind of acid on her strappy shoe One of the youma had dusted, though, so it wasn't like they were invincible.
She just needed a healthy dose of determination, and she stepped forwards trying to stomp on them, with a very feline sounding hiss.
Irkalla, Cosmos Squire - (( Abandoning the hangry corrupt eternal and moving closer to the still functioning tank.))
Wary and weary of being tethered for too long to the hungry senshi Irkalla made the simple motions of dismissing her ornament string to subspace and back, thus freeing herself from light restraint that she had been a part of before placing the found sandwich in open view of the one who was still hangry. Hopefully it was what he'd been looking for.
There was commotion in the corner near a pair of rather large tanks and the Cosmos Squire glanced to the individuals that were nearby before doing a double-take at one individual who was sporting cat ears and cat tail and a rather lovely dress ... and then looking over the weapon of the newest chaos-bearing individual before she picked up one of the chairs that had been knocked over before throwing it at the tank. No harm, no foul if she missed. And she'd have to possibly stick to throwing items at the thing given that she so didn't want to step into range of that man's spear. Her gaze flicked back to the stranger with the feline features. What on earth was she?
shiningamisgirl
Albite lost the tag-along he had
Seiana_ZI
borax mention
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2023 3:41 pm
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{Due to various damage from various attacks Tank #1 has broken and the energy that was inside has been released}
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2023 3:50 pm
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Congratulations! You broke in, made a mess, and totally ruined some perfectly good containment apparatuses… good luck saying that three times fast >.<
you also might have started a fire in the process considering the smoke that's starting to swirl around… oops >.>’
Best get out of here with your ill gotten gains!
Oh! And leave that candy behind! It's not polite to steal!
SHOOO!
Once escaping from the staff room any injuries that occurred can affect the next threads per player’s personal style.
OOC Info: This concludes The Staff Room thread. You are free to create Exit posts and move on to either The Treatment Rooms where you might want gather your friends and start skedaddling OR you can move right on to The Waiting Room
tefla
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Seiana_ZI
Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2023 4:09 pm
The senshi made her way to a doorway that didn’t lead back to where she had been before. Best try the new door and see where it led. Still, she wondered what exactly she had witnessed here.
Urania knew that fire didn’t bode well for humans or sandwiches.
That had to be it, right? These must have been where they were storing the energy the Negaverse was talking. He still had a bad feeling as he gripped his bow and entered one more door.
If there was one thing that Illyria was grateful for, it was at least that as bad as it seemed like the wound on her leg was, it could have been a lot worse. As it was as soon as the smoke began appear and swirl around her form, and those other forms in the room as well, did she use the distraction to return to her feline form once more to scurry out of the room. It might have been wiser to stay large and avoid the crush of bodies trying to find the exit. But in her smaller form her view wasn't as obstructed and she was able to scurry out without too much hardship. She followed what seemed to be the logical route to take, aka following others, before coming to a rather impressive looking room that she'd not seen yet.
.:Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of I Already Have Fire at Home:.
Action: Encouraging people to make an exit at haste! Attacking: The ground with his feet cause it's running time ya'll!
A Sandwhich!! CHRISTMAS HAD COME EARLY! Albite realized that whatever Mrs. Clause the Squire of Garlands had handed him would have to do, whether it was indeed his fated lunch of desire or not, it was definitely someones lunch!
The locker he'd punched into had, sadly, only had a USB Drive, the ******** was he gonna do with that? Not eat it, that was for sure! So he traded her for his food as he watched her run over to do something involving glowing things----
Waved a the kippin he knew from -- was that Ida's cat? The cat who could be a girl for sure!! Lookit 'em all playing knife-dodge with a very familiar voice that he could absolutely put a face too! Oh, oh hell, Borax was here now! Cool, cool, cool, cool --- that meant he was getting so many sandwiches out of this. Reward sandwich, shut up sandwich, appeasement sandwich---
In fact Albite was already eating what (Irkalla) had handed to him when all hell broke even further loose.
"Idunno Borax, I feel like finding the perfect Sub is a little harder to come-by than you're making it out to be...This is not some semi-obedient five minute sandwich slapped together by a sad person at sub-way, this is a Salazars sandwich!" He felt like Borax was just the type who attracked a lot of good subs, so it must've seemed like a dime a dozen to him! But to Albite? It was special, the most special, and those that seemed to get it in the room definitely got it---and those that didn't?
Were about to be engulfed in fire---Ohshit, where did that come from!!?! The closet jars, of course the closet jars! How could he have forgotten to warn them about playing with those things!! Albite blinked lamely and stared into the sudden fwoomph of flames going up into the ceiling, the way they licked and raced along down the walls all enticing like. His brain short circuting before the heat caught up to him and kicked his thought-gears into moving.
(Farbauti) was the closest one he could think to reach out for and shove towards the very obvious exit door that would get them out into the waiting room. He didn't even think the once before dropping the prize they'd helped him search for the entire time, but people would always be more important than a sandwhich ever was. Even the tastiest one in the entire ******** to go people! BORAX!" He already had enough prominent burn scars thank you very much, he didn't intend on adding more, one of his husbands would get jealous, ask questions, get pissy about him seeing other bonfires outside of work-standard hours!
ALBITE EXITING INTO THE WAITING ROOM!
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Any Surviving Youma that have not gone out in a boom of peppery dust and glory appear to have retreated from the oncoming blaze. Fire bad, Rift Good.
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Meighei
No one should burn alive! Lets get going!
stari_maga
F-the youma, run!
tefla
TIME TO GO MRS CLAUSE!
amorremanet
So hot you started a fire!
Fiction1119
I think we should leave!
[quote="Seiana_ZI] I'm going to get so many sandwhiches!
Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:47 pm
Grieve of the Collapse action: searching for Urania before skedaddling to the waiting room
Bursting into the treatment room, which held an unsurprising ********, Grieve immediately crouched low to the ground. First for a less smoke-filled view, and second to make sure Stargazer wasn't passed out in some easily missed corner of the room. There were a lot of people running out of the room and she stayed squatting and about as low key as a six and a half foot Marge-Simpson-Gone-Wrong could.
When it emptied about a bit, and thank ******** the eternal aura weakened slightly, that was one she wanted to avoid until odds were more in her favor, she moved forward. Still low to the ground, and not finding Urania anywhere. She must've left through the other exit.
Moving to follow, Grieve paused as she smelled something...delicious. It would be smart, really, to ignore the smell. Even if it was the tantalizing scent of cooking. Was that bread? Yes! Was that meat! Oh ******** yes. And there was something more...maybe many somethings more. Urania was definitely safe, because she was smart and knew to exit from rooms they'd set on fire. Grieve was possibly a little less safe because she was a lot less smart and instead lingered to follow the scent to its source.
It could be said that food was something of a passion, obsession, and general weakness for Grieve of the Collapse, and always had been. But that's unsurprising for the little wretches of her world. When you survive starvation, food takes on a meaning and weight well beyond what softer, more sheltered lives could understand. It was why she generally, as a rule, didn't steal food from anyone she didn't intend to kill. Because stolen food was often enough a death sentence in the streets of Churn and the wastelands beyond. At least when the world was sane. In its end of days, everything was food to everyone. If someone stole your bread then there was the neighbor next door. And if your neighbor was strong? There were still the children that waited at home.
Grieve killed the people of her world, gone rabid and wrong. And then she killed all its other, bigger monsters. It could be said she ate better than anyone on that world had any right to. But...
Outside of a basic campfire roast, she was a s**t cook. And all her world's chefs and hearthkeepers were dead. After a few centuries, the meat and marrow were all gone, even the northern wastes eventually failed to provide from its perpetual cold storage. Centuries of bone and weeds followed, not worth even her s**t efforts over the fire.
And so, while food was an obsession, cooked food was worth risking her life for. At least that's what her entire body and short-circuited brain was telling her.
The smell was coming from a set of lockers, growing hot to touch as the fire grew, and it was fading, overwhelmed by the scent of smoke. With new urgency, the demonic banana snuffled along the lowest row of lockers like a particularly spider-like hound. Finally she stopped and ripped open a door and...nothing?
No.
Pulling out stacks of paper, a handful of plastic sticks that looked techy and useful to anyone but her, Grieve tossed everything aside to eventually burn. An empty locker greeted her and then she...lifted out the ******** thought they were smart.
With a maniacal laugh, she hefted the foil-wrapped brick of food from the locked and finally stood up to leave.
A certain awareness came back to her then as the frenzy left her. Oh.
She's been inhaling smoke for a good few minutes just to find some food. She wasn't starving. This world was actually full of food. Cooked food! It was alarming and something that absolutely...did not need to be thought about again, ever.
Holding up her prize, she gave it a look and announced, as the room burned down around her, "This is fine."
[exit to the waiting room.]
rolling for sandwich
1-4: nothing 5-8: snackies 9-10: sandwich
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Did Albite get his True Sandwich back? Was someone trying to hide their sandwiches from him? Which sandwich was the superior creation, the one lunch to rule them all?
Feeling something pressed into her hand did Irkalla glance down to see a USB stick handed to her from the aforementioned Albite even as he seemed content to bite into the sandwich she'd found in someone else's locker with apparent relish. At least someone was happy. Eyeing the memory storage device did Irkalla dismiss it to her little magical pocket of space to inspect later on when things weren't falling to literal pieces.
At first the still functioning tank didn't seem to have been affected by anything that had been done to it, but slowly it seemed as if the cumulative damage it took had some generic effect on the outcome of it's productivity. Namely, it stopped working. And started to emit the groaning sounds of something that was doomed to fail. The smoke was the visual warning that all occupants needed to flee this room. Followed by the sight of flames creeping up from both malfunctioning units before the cupboard area seemed to catch fire.
Well, if that wasn't a sign for everyone to leave, the squire didn't know what else would work. Even the youma that had remained seemed to get the memo and disappeared with little plopping sounds before it was just order and chaos left behind. Okay ... number one rule in a scenario like this was not to panic but to keep a level head.
Without further delay did Irkalla make for the door that had led to this area and back out into the treatment room area ... only to keep following everyone else to a new location...away from the flames and the smoke.
Borax may have rolled his eyes at Albite's response, but there was still the faintest little smirk on his face. It didn't take a genius to pick up on the double entendres Albite laid down like a thick layer of mayo on that damn sandwich he was having a fit about. And considering their relationship, a solid third of their conversations were just that--
"And you can get another Salazar's sandwich if you have to; I think we need to have other priorities--" like the Mauvian that just turned into a human right in front of him to get out of the way. Was she immediately headed for another tank?
No problem, humans were pursuit predators. He could be in it for the long game.
As Illyria missed the tank and Borax pursued her, though, another hit came toward the tank, and another, and another, and it was very suddenly bursting into flames.
Ah.
Albite's panicked voice made it over the fiery din, and he supposed there was more to life than getting his vengeance over failing to hit her the first time. The spear dissipated and he moved after Albite, though his eyes caught someone else holding tinfoil on the way out--
had there been multiple subs in there? ... and sandwiches?
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