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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 8:37 pm
Group: Sleazy / Bonjour Name: Kitty Sprightt Response: Corn FROWNS LOUDLY - apparently logic and reason have no place on the battlefield except as backup plans. Seeing no other recourse, however, she grumbles her assent to the plan. It seemed combat skills were in demand - damn shame she was on the weaker side of average. "I ain't too happy about the threat of gettin' et," she added, "But what the hell, if I do get taken down, at least I'm buyin' you guys some time." Being likable and apologetic might end up counting for something, at least, right? If it came right down to it, her bag was pretty damn heavy, she could probably knock a dude/beast or two out with it. "Yeah, fine. Let's roll."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 9:19 pm
Group: Sleazy / Bonjour Name: Scaramouche Fandango PART II (Electric Boogaloo RP Edition) Response: Scara nodded at Michie, her comrade in arms, and the two newcomers. "Group high-fives all around. Let's go, and let's move quick an' quiet. Nice and easy. And watch out for the sounds of heavy breathing. Or weird silences. Or clop clop noises. Especially the clop clop noises." She rifled through her bag- or rather, the bag she'd lifted from the lady she'd shaken down. The standard purse fare combined with the wallets from the corpses weren't particularly heavy, but at the very least, she could buy a bus ticket out of this hellhole. Or use the bag as a distraction.
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Your Little Phony Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:18 pm
 ROUND 4 ENDS 11.59PM PST, 29 MAR (FRI) 2013
GROUP DECAF & SPARTA
Kitomyx is wise to doubt, Semblance of Unity doesn’t even get the chance to try a code -
as soon as her finger ghosts against a metal button, ZZZZAPPPPPPP!!! It’s a trap!
Electricity crackles in the air, whip-sharp and thunder-loud, sparks dance across the grate and - oh no!
A terrible scream - Fairymount has joined Semblance of Unity on the floor, her hitherto-trusty camcorder,
suddenly a conductor, now her downfall. Syrcaid and Kitomyx duck and ride out the storm...
it takes long minutes before the air finally stills - and their companions are now wide-eyed and lifeless on the ground.
Oh no, oh no.
But the grate is dull now. A tentative knock with a stone produces no spark.
With one last look at their fallen comrades, Syrcaid and Kitomyx displace the grate and climb into the factory.
The room they find themselves in appears to be a janitorial closet, beyond the door -
only loosely closed, not locked, as a quiet jiggle of the knob reveals - they can hear voices...floaty, high-pitched voices.
...The occasional giggle....DUO DEPARTA - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Departa
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ] GROUP AFTERMATH & EATS
Much to everyone’s collective relief - and surprise - the journey out of the theme park and
all the way to the looming HyTech building is uneventful. For a moment, it seems as though
the glass doors gating the lobby will not part for the ragtag group - but after a vigorous bout of
good-old-fashioned pounding, the panels slide open with an audible hiss. The group slips in.
The vast lobby is deserted. Off to a side of the room, a broken monitor lies on its side. Sign of a struggle?
The instigator is nowhere in sight. No matter. their true target is C*cktail @HQ anyway.
It seems to take forever before the elevator responds to the press of its button with a muted ding,
and then again forever as it rises slowly past each floor after the group has filed within.
Another ding, and it finally arrives at its destination, opening onto the peaceful rooftop scene
of the gently lapping pool, and the large, dark dome of HQ just beyond.
Tygress Dream steps out, heading towards the familiar structure instantly, Atmadja close behind.
And that is when disaster strikes: before -Yasha Alchemist, elvyralani,
and Ac.Wings can move, there is a sickening lurch. They barely have time to look up when -
oh NO! The mottled patch on the floor of the elevator had simply looked like tacky formica,
but it is really the mark of Team Monstrous’ new pet - or more specifically, its acidic spit...
and said spit, having slithered down the cables of the lift, has finally eaten away enough at the steel to -
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Like a scene out of Omen, there is a series of rapid snaps -
and the entire elevator, passengers and all, plummet down the shaft to -
- it’s too gruesome to describe. Tygress Dream and Atmadja can barely bring themselves
to peer into the bloody darkness, and quickly sprint to the welcoming safety of the cosy bar.
There is nobody here - but at least there are no shattered bodies, either.
DUO HEARTBURN - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Heartburn
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ] GROUP SLEAZY & BONJOUR
The newly-formed alliance pick their way through Phonyland towards the imposing,
grey Administration buildings in a tight little group, the bolder Scaramouche Fandango
and StarieMichie leading the charge. Strangely, the clinical lobby is unmanned -
a brief glance at the monitor behind the front desk would have revealed it to be static at
a Game Over screen of Galaga, no clue to the location of its usual user in sight.
The group presses on, shouldering past a plain steel door that opens into the sterile innards
of the theme park’s paperwork division. The corridor seems interminable, the lights overhead
stark and white - the change is imperceptible, but nevertheless, it comes.
Halfway down the hallway to a door labeled ‘Silent Quill’, the careful steps of the leaders
trip an unseen ray - OH how cruel, how unfair the fate! That the feet that had triggered the system
are just a hair’s distance ahead - and it is their unsuspecting comrades, PeanutButterpies and Kitty Sprightt,
hot on their heels, that are INSTANTLY VAPORISED by the lasers that flip out of the walls instead!
Scaramouche Fandango and StarieMichie can only stare at the emptiness where their companions
had once been as the lights go flashing red, a siren blaring - in the middle of this confusion,
a grey figure trots out of the door at the end of the passage.
“Oh, for -” it cries, silencing the alarm and restoring the lights with a sparkle of unicorn magicTM,
“Fireflight! What have I told you about letting strangers in here, those were the eighth ones this week -”
Instead of Fireflight, there are only Scaramouche Fandango and StarieMichie.
A moment’s pause, and a veneer of professionality slides over the ire, “Yes? What may I do for you?”
...DUO ONJOURAZ - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Onjouraz
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ] GROUP MONSTROUS
Chrystali and ChezaRain venture carefully up the stairs, one tentative step at a thing -
even their new pet, the hulking creature that it is, tiptoes along, as if subsiding into caution
through peer pressure. Every room they pass on the way is locked...save for the gaping doors
of the laboratory. Highly unusual! Normally, this is the one place guaranteed to be
permanently locked to all save Maxx and Jun. This was likely from whence their new pet had emerged.
The outer room of the laboratory is dark, occupied by neat metal tables and strange devices,
but not untoward. It is only when they venture further, past a smaller door, that they come
to the core of the place - and how! Rows and rows of containment tanks, massive glass tubes
big enough to house their own companion, filled with lightly bubbling fluid...and beasts.
These are strange creatures, some humanoid, some much less so. Some are bipedal figures
with animal heads, some are a mash of barely identifiable bodyparts, a large flipper, a scaled tail.
Perhaps not all Hytes come out of their tubes the adorable creations that they are usually known as...
On the steel cap of each tank appears to be a button that, presumably, if pressed would flip its respective hatch.
...DUO MONSTROUS - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Monstrous
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ] SORRY, YOU'RE DEAD! gonk
Thanks for playing and better luck next time!
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:31 pm
Group: Monstrous
Name: Chrystali
Response: Making a mental note to have a very severe chat with two certain owners about these tubes, Chrys keeps close to the monstrous 'pet' while observing all the contents. This could be very bad, but she did have to tend a bleeding heart...
Looking to ChezaRain, she sighs deeply. "I think we should look for a red bull," she states, not wanting to lose sight of their goal, "in whatever form it might be in. Bull head, bull body, bull horns, taurine... You know. Bull things." Patting the pet-beast's arm, she nods to herself. "And afterwards, we should totally let these poor things out of their tubes...after getting safely on our friend's back here. Wouldn't want to be caught in the cross flood." Even if riding a wave of hybrids gloriously back to Phonyland did sound like a hell of a lot of fun, she couldn't risk her last partner, not when it seemed like the red bull was at hand! Eer, at paw?
Or claw.
Or hoof.
What-have-you.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 4:50 pm
Group: Departa
Name: Syrcaid
Response: After respectfully placing the dead in a line and covering their faces with several cleaning cloths from the janitor's closet, I finally look to Kitomyx and whisper.
"I don't know if it's a good idea to just stick our heads out unprotected, given our current mortality rate," I say with a haunted look in my eyes. "I found two coverall uniforms the janitors wear folded in here with some hair nets and face masks. I suggest we put them on, grab a trash can, and pretend to be cleaning while we search for a way out."
I don't hesitate to pull my hair into a tight bun and stuff it into the hairnet before putting on the uniform.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 5:24 pm
Group: Monstrous
Name: ChezaRain
Response: "I'm with you on this one... no reason to lose sight of our goal..." Though Cheza would look longingly at the creatures within the tubes, wondering if any of them were in pain, and more of them looking outrageous, much more so then their own creature. She glanced from tube to tube and glaced at her teammate and bestie pet, "...You don't suppose there would actually be a red bull around here, do you?"
She wasn't sure who she was talking to more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:38 pm
Group: Departa
Name: Kitomyx
Response: After silently assisting Syrcaid with the bodies, I nod and whisper back. "Good thinking. Maybe we can pick up a can of Red Bull somewhere while 'cleaning'. Should give us a good excuse to go snooping around without actually seeming suspicious. The face masks should help conceal us in case we do, though."
Following suit, I snatch a janitor hat off the top of one of the shelves and jam it down to shade the upper part of my face, tying the mask over the lower. After hastily lifting the coveralls over my other clothes, finished, I hold my hand on the knob of the closet handle as I slowly turn it, opening it just a crack to peer through. "Ready?" I whisper over my shoulder. Provided the coast is clear, that is.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 8:30 pm
Group: Heartburn
Name: Atmadja
Response: Atma staggered away from the horrible sight, her hand over her mouth, and went into the comfort of the bar -- no blood, no horribly mangled bodies. Just booze and lights.
She circled around and went behind the bar, taking a bottle as a makeshift weapon. "We should probably arm ourselves, just in case..." And then, a thought dawned.
"... vodka and red bull. Vodka and Red Bull.""
It had to be here. A Red Bull can!
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:40 am
Group: Onjouraz Name: StarieMichie Response: ' Can I punch a phony in the face? Can I punch a phony in the face? Can I punch a phony in the face?' Michie wrestled with inner dilemma. 'Could I really punch a phony in the face? Quick! Think! Should we act like lost tourists? Should we just rush him and take his unicorn a** out? Do we bargain? Propose a trade? Would he accept sexual favors? Because I do have a lot of d**k to give out. Do phonies even do that inter-species thing? Ponies do. Megan got down with some pony action, that little tart. How does that even work? Did I leave the oven on? ********, this adventure is long. Can I punch a phony in the face? I wonder where the closest Red Bull distribution center is. Would it have been easier to just catch a flight to Thailand and just invade their plant? Because this is kind of a pain in the a**, and bitches be dieing. I liked my group. I liked my Dicks. I wish I had two Dicks. I mean right now, because I have two, I just don't have two at hand right now. A d**k in the hand is worth two in the bush. Why isn't anyone doing anything? We should be doing something. Damnit Michie, think! Think!'She looked at her Team Sleazy partner. This was looking bleak. One of them probably wouldn't make it out alive. After this grand adventure that the d**k Summoner and Back Alley-din had been though, it was quickly coming to an end. Michie wished she had something to say; some way she could express her thanks to her sole remaining party member. Thanks for crazy ride down this wild road known as CYOA life. Her resolve steeled. There was no negotiating with these phonies. Michie knew that; she just didn't want to admit it until now. I mean really, how many park-goers have these psychos wantonly killed? Is it so unreasonable just to want some Red Bull? Victory favors the bold. 'I can punch a phony in the face, but I should really just use my stun gun on him.' Michie looked at Scara, her mind made up. Unicorn magic be dammed, she was going to throw down. What happened next is one of those things that would be made a lot cooler if it were in slow motion. Everything looks cooler in slow motion. One of Michie's hands reached for her stun-gun, the other reached for the d**k dust. She threw the glitter-like substance in a dramatic arc. Mentally pulling into the Æther, she willed as many Dicks as possible to come to her aid. It was about to become a sausage-fest in here. The downside of such an action was that she would pretty much be magically spent for the next round. She wasn't planning on making it to the next round. While the dust slowly congealed into shapes and forms, Michie continued her charge. "FOR PHONY," she yelled in a way not dissimilar to Braveheart shouting for freedom. This was for something way more important. This may be the greatest moment in history, and when they made a movie about her gallantly charging forward to get Red Bull to put wings on a phony, Michie could only hope that they cast someone as dashing as Mel Gibson to portray her. Or maybe William Shatner (picture old, fat Shatner dressed as my steampunk wench avatar and try to not smile); that guy will do anything for a paycheck. Her stun gun was set to stun, and she lunged forward, sparks leaping from the end toward Silnet Quill's hide. s**t just got real.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 6:43 am
Group: Onjouraz Name: Scaramouche Fandango Response: That man was playing Galaga, was her first thought. He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did. The game over screen was actually a nice touch; it showed an element of the human about this place. Maybe, just maybe, they'd make it out alive. And then the lasers went off and everything started to suck. The loss of her teammates affected Scaradango greatly. She'd only just gotten to know her new allies before they'd been vaporized by the lasers. It wasn't fair! They'd been taken in the prime of their life, struck down by an unknowable force against which their little lives didn't count at all! She didn't even have time to loot their bodies! She smiled grimly at her one remaining companion. Yes, one of them would probably die soon. Let's make it glorious. Today was a good day to die. Michie was taking the initiative on the attack, so she did what back alley-dins do best. Ok, what they do second best, and that was hide behind a barricade and cast healing spells. But what would be appropriate for this situation? Cone of STD Protection? Turn Undead? Bless "weapon"? Endure Elemental Tirade from Jilted Lover? Zone of Untruth? Heal Mountie? Death Ward? Wait, she knew Death Ward? That was... not something she'd normally take! Still, if you've got it... She prepared to cast it while rummaging around in the old lady's purse. Ooh. Hard candy. Reaching forth, she cast the spell. A magical shimmer of white appeared in the air, reeking of White Russians and good luck. Hopefully this would work. Hopefully.But then what would be their next step? The back alley-din had to think carefully and plan. When he wakes up, let's do our damnedest to convince him we're actually Monster sales agents. We'll say that we know somebody in the park's broken their contract and that if he turns over the Red Bull now, we won't take any action. Look at that face. He's GOTTA be the rules-lawyer type. Those glasses scream "I have memorized every core book, plus all the splat material I deem worthy. As stun gun and pretty pretty pony connected, the back alley-din called to her partner, desperately hoping she'd pick up on the ruse. "Yeah! Let's teach him what happens to brand traitors who harbor Red Bull in their parks! You don't get to break your Monster contract so easily!" She definitely had some rope on her; maybe they could even tie him up? If they interrogated him... A wicked smile, shaped much like a curly bracket- :-} - formed on her face. (Back alley-dins can actually make emoticon faces. It's a gift.) Bookending it like that would seriously make for some awesome roleplaying EXP.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:25 pm
Group: Heartburn
Name: Tygress Dream
Response: It was probably only Tyg's familiarity with the place that got her safely past the pool and to the bar. Her feet took her through the doorway while her mind tried to process what had just happened. The familiar surroundings helped, but it was the odd fact that the place was empty that finally snapped her out of her daze. The other remaining member of the group, Atma wasn't it?, suggested arming themselves.
"Yeah that's probably not a bad idea. Its really weird for this place to be so empty. Even off hours one of the employees or some of the c*cktails should be around." Tyg looked around the room and picked up a broom that was leaning in a corner before going to join Atma in searching for a Red Bull. She leaned the broom against the bar within easy reach and began moving things around hoping to catch a flash of the familiar can colors.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 4:56 pm
Group: Onjouraz Name: StarieMichie Response: Michie gave a mental brofist to her Partner in ******** yes. She knew Death Ward. It was completely unexpected, but AAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAZING. In her head, Michie was doing backflips. The good Lord knows she had never physically done a backflip. The smell of White Russians was a nice touch. After all this was over, they had to go out and drink a couple Caucasians. The pleasantries of booze quickly turned horrible as the unicorn's hide began to smoke. She didn't want to Godmod this scene too much, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. As Silent Quill twitched with the electric shock, Michie delivered a sharp kick to the ribs. "Don't ******** with Monster!" she screamed in her best authoritarian voice while following Scara's cue. Now it was just a matter of good cop, bad copping this up and getting him to spill the beans on where the Red Bull was. "You are in possession of contraband," and then raising her voice even more, and delivering another kick to the prone unicorn, "and Monster will not abide by your ********." Her eyes were wild. Maybe bad cop wasn't coming off right, but psycho power-tripping cop for sure was. "Agent Alley, let's take this sack of s**t outside and teach him a lesson about being a brand traitor -- make and example out of him so his successor doesn't make the same mistake." Michie aggressively cracked her knuckles to drive home the point. Almost forgotten, her Dicks had taken shape. One growled angerly, and one licked his private parts, completely oblivious to what was happening around him. Still another used Transform and changed into a bucket of water. Really? Only three showed up to party? The rest of her Dicks were so getting taken off her Christmas card list this year. This was really starting to turn into a spectacle that there were no words for.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 5:50 pm
Group: Onjouraz Name: Scaramouche Fandango Response: Scara cracked her knuckles as menacingly as she could, attempting to be as bad cop as Michie. She would have to thank her parents later for making her go to Paladin School long enough to pick up fourth-level spells, even if they were ashamed of her and only wrote to tell her about her awesome little cleric sister. A sharp pain in her hand made her realize that she was definitely the good cop. All right. She could do this. Lord knows she'd tivo'd enough Criminal Minds to realize how an interrogation went. "Now now, maybe we can keep him from getting fired. If he cooperates with us, we might be able to cut a deal." She knelt down by the unicorn, patting him on the head and quickly looking over him for pockets that might be pickable. "And I'm sure that if you help us out, I can find you some hard candy from this bag." Man, what was up with her and candy lately? "Anyways, Michie, let's take him outside. I'll grab his... feet? Rear hooves? If you can grab the front of him. I don't know how much a unicorn weighs. Watch for those lasers again; I really don't want to get vaped before we can give our boss the full report on this place and their loyalty to the contract- which I'm sure is still there. Come on, ponyboy, let's go get this little mistake cleared up."
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 7:17 pm
Group: Onjouraz Name: StarieMichie Response: Great. She had to carry the sharp end. That horn was not something she wanted anywhere near her. This guy may look cute and harmless, but he was definitely a stone cold killer. One had only to reflect back on his callous comment about losing eight strangers in a week to know that he was srs bsns. And not only was that horn sharp, but it also was magical. It was like an eye stalk on a Beholder and less like the horn of a unicorn from the Monster Manual. If she had to guess, she would think that he had never used it once to cure light wounds. Oh, and right, there were still deadly lasers that were probably still active. Seriously, how many officials did they have to pay off in order to keep this place from failing every inspection? Or the better question would be where did they hide the official's bodies? Wait.... she did think that the hot dogs here tasted a little strange... Before picking him up, Michie, for good measure, gave him another shock to hopefully break his will a little. This was starting to feel more and more like a torture porn snuff film and less like fun and games every moment. Putting all these morbid thoughts aside, she continued the ruse, "Filth like this doesn't deserve hard candy, even if it is years old and covered in purse dirt. Filth like this will be lucky if he ends up in jail for the rest of his life. Our boss doesn't like traitors. Nope, not one bit. Our boss likes to watch the squirm and beg. It's a hell of a way to go out, scumbag. Hell of a way to leave this planet." Michie carefully looked at the wall and floor and everywhere else for laser triggers. She didn't see any, but then again, they didn't see any the first time, and that obviously didn't end well. She called to her summons, "Hey, Dicks! Go sniff around for danger in the hallway. I'll... um, give you some treats if you don't blow up."
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 8:58 pm
Group: Onjouraz Name: Scaramouche Fandango Response: Scara grunted as she picked up the kicky back end of the unicorn; while the summoner was up near the front, magic end, she was a bit more worried about the possibility of getting kicked in the face. Plus, it'd be more intimidating if the bad cop could talk right in his ear. She hummed a little bit and in a sing-songy voice said "Oh, I think we can give him a little candy. If he cooperates. Of course, if he doesn't cooperate, then, well, I'm afraid you'll have to beat him to a pulp." She was silent for a moment, pausing for a beat. "How's your brother, by the way, Michie? He still working at the glue factory? Is he still single? Because my sister- the one I told you about, the one who works at the circus? Anyways, she's available again. Yeah, I know, it's sad. She and James split up- he said he couldn't be the crying clown while dating the pony ride manager. It's a shame, too; the pony rides are doing better than ever. Always looking to expand. Siblings, heh. Gotta love 'em. Anyways, how about you, Seabiscuit? You got a family? Sisters, brothers, husband, wife, kids? Do they drink a lot of Monster? I bet they do, especially if there's kids involved. Kids LOVE Monster! Way more than Red Bull, but you know that- you're such a smart fella, why, I bet you know all about how much better Monster tastes. Fact of the matter is, I bet this is all just a big ol' misunderstanding. If you help us out, nobody's gonna have to squirm or beg!" She smiled, patting the unicorn's haunch for reassurance. "We can get this worked out..." She trailed off, carefully stepping over the various dicks and opening up the conversation for Michie to chime back in with some good old-fashioned ultraviolence.
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