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peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
peckishmods) wrote in peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
The beers in the towers are all empty, a monument to the things grad students can achieve when they really put their minds to it, but one of them feels different. One of them crumples under Jupiter's hands, the tower tilts precariously, and things start moving again.
A cardboard sledder careens down the stairs at a disastrous angle and slams into the tower of beer cans. The tower crumbles, cans scatter, and partygoers throw themselves out of his way. One slams into the blonde, who stumbles forward into Alva’s chair at the exact wrong moment, and he faceplants right on the floor.
Well, almost on the floor. It’s a long second before Nes notices the dumb plastic horn with a splintered mouthpiece jabbed right into his eye.
“Shit, Alva!” Nes spits out and drops to the ground by his side. Someone’s already on the phone, calling for an ambulance in rapid Russian. “Shit, fuck, Alva, your eye, Laveau’s la—”
Nes stops, midsentence, and quirks her head. She can see the person on the phone from here; a petite blonde girl with a whole lotta boobs. And if no one here understands Russian, don’t worry. Nes sure as hell does.
Her tone changes abruptly, and she looks down at Alva as he yanks the vuvuzela from his eye. “Did she just call you her boyfriend?”
Alva pauses. Potentially considers stabbing the horn back on his face before letting go. It clatters to the floor. Everything stops again, a sheepish smile frozen on his face.
A cardboard sledder careens down the stairs at a disastrous angle and slams into the tower of beer cans. The tower crumbles, cans scatter, and partygoers throw themselves out of his way. One slams into the blonde, who stumbles forward into Alva’s chair at the exact wrong moment, and he faceplants right on the floor.
Well, almost on the floor. It’s a long second before Nes notices the dumb plastic horn with a splintered mouthpiece jabbed right into his eye.
“Shit, Alva!” Nes spits out and drops to the ground by his side. Someone’s already on the phone, calling for an ambulance in rapid Russian. “Shit, fuck, Alva, your eye, Laveau’s la—”
Nes stops, midsentence, and quirks her head. She can see the person on the phone from here; a petite blonde girl with a whole lotta boobs. And if no one here understands Russian, don’t worry. Nes sure as hell does.
Her tone changes abruptly, and she looks down at Alva as he yanks the vuvuzela from his eye. “Did she just call you her boyfriend?”
Alva pauses. Potentially considers stabbing the horn back on his face before letting go. It clatters to the floor. Everything stops again, a sheepish smile frozen on his face.
Armani helps to pull Merlin toward him and hugs him tight because, fuck yeah, he is HOLDIN' on for dear life.
Is there a grappling hook spell to hook onto the roof of this Hell Horse's mouth? Shit, shit, he doesn't think so but... surely SOMEONE has invented it?? With no time to think this through, he acts on impulse and points his wand upward to embarrass himself in front of Merlin. "Rezón..!!" Which is... literally just grappling hook in Spanish.
Is there a grappling hook spell to hook onto the roof of this Hell Horse's mouth? Shit, shit, he doesn't think so but... surely SOMEONE has invented it?? With no time to think this through, he acts on impulse and points his wand upward to embarrass himself in front of Merlin. "Rezón..!!" Which is... literally just grappling hook in Spanish.
Edited (this is stupid, sorry) 2020-06-10 20:01 (UTC)
There is no safe place. The ground opens up with Merlin's spell, but it's less like rock and more like sand at this point and it quickly fills back in, sucking them further down with it. The ringing of an emergency broadcast signal echoes all around them, not unlike the cry of a cicada.
And then—
There's a flicker of light. There's a grunt.
There's a one-winged magimagicicada dragging himself out of the throat of the party entrance.
"Don't think this one's too stable!" Pouch calls out and holds one hand out to the pair of students. "Had to come in the back way."
His face dares them to ask what the back way looked like.
And then—
There's a flicker of light. There's a grunt.
There's a one-winged magimagicicada dragging himself out of the throat of the party entrance.
"Don't think this one's too stable!" Pouch calls out and holds one hand out to the pair of students. "Had to come in the back way."
His face dares them to ask what the back way looked like.
For once, this isn’t quite jarring. Chanel sort of knows where they are. When they are. She even knows whose head they’re in. Zipporah Crockett has become something of a hero, and Chanel smiles at her softly as she passes. Not as if she’ll ever know. She comes to rest at the mouth of the abyss. “If we have to jump down there, we’re just going home. Enough is enough,” she informs Armani. And yet, she’s almost prepared to do just that, toes curling over the edge, as she wonders if she’d even have the nerve.
Growling in frustration at his failed spell and the ground's continued efforts to pull them under, Merlin barely registers Armani's improvised charm. He does, however, register Pouch's arrival and outstretched hand. Just one. He tightens his grip on the Thorntrail with one arm before reluctantly reaching out with the other and grabbing on. Good thing he's been hitting the weights with Imogen.
Once he's got a firm grip on the magimagicicada, he retorts, "So what're we supposed to do?" He seems to have exactly zero intention of asking about the back way. He's seen the front. He figures he knows what the back's like.
Once he's got a firm grip on the magimagicicada, he retorts, "So what're we supposed to do?" He seems to have exactly zero intention of asking about the back way. He's seen the front. He figures he knows what the back's like.
Edited 2020-06-10 20:33 (UTC)
Armani sits on his knees and sticks his trident down the pit to try to touch the ember with it. Mostly, he just wants to show off his cool cactus trident.
With just the two of them here and no one to impress, Armani feels less pressed to play the hero and find the linchpin as fast as possible. "Can we check out those spider people before we go?" he asks her.
With just the two of them here and no one to impress, Armani feels less pressed to play the hero and find the linchpin as fast as possible. "Can we check out those spider people before we go?" he asks her.
Armani holds on to Merlin like a little baby monkey clinging to its mommy as they're hoisted up.
Edited 2020-06-10 20:37 (UTC)
"Leave!" Pouch answers jovially, popping the two out of the ground with a surprisingly strong tug. His one wing flaps and flutters reflexively as he hops along the ground, unable to rest on any one spot for very long.
"My little sister really didn't want any yinz seeing this." Pouch hurries Armani and Merlin to the back of the throat, their feet squishing and sinking into the tongue with each step. He gestures down, to a portal waiting for them at the end of a slick esophageal slide. "Better hurry or it'll get real inconvenient to yank y'all out."
"My little sister really didn't want any yinz seeing this." Pouch hurries Armani and Merlin to the back of the throat, their feet squishing and sinking into the tongue with each step. He gestures down, to a portal waiting for them at the end of a slick esophageal slide. "Better hurry or it'll get real inconvenient to yank y'all out."
There's nothing Merlin would like to do more than just get the hell out of here, but he's stubborn and the idea of leaving the job unfinished clearly rubs him the wrong way. Even with his dress shoes squelching with every step across the giant tongue which threatens to pull them under. "But what about the linchpin? Don't we need it?" he protests as they reach the esophagus.
"Yeah!" Armani chimes in. "Don't we need to pull it out?"
Fuck this guy.
A soft elbow bump of agreement, and Eddy allows Chanel her few seconds head start, but he's right at her back as soon as she moves. While Chanel shows off that her tongue is as sharp as her blades, the only linguistic demonstration Eddy performs is that his vocabulary doesn't extend much beyond "fuck" and with a strong kick, he sends the booth table toppling onto Bland's lap as he thrusts his staff hard against the man's chest, hoping to keep him an easy target for Chanel's blades.
A soft elbow bump of agreement, and Eddy allows Chanel her few seconds head start, but he's right at her back as soon as she moves. While Chanel shows off that her tongue is as sharp as her blades, the only linguistic demonstration Eddy performs is that his vocabulary doesn't extend much beyond "fuck" and with a strong kick, he sends the booth table toppling onto Bland's lap as he thrusts his staff hard against the man's chest, hoping to keep him an easy target for Chanel's blades.
Burton Bland is almost caught off guard. Almost. (ROLLED 5 + 1) Chanel can feel her fist hit his face, the blade cutting into ... something. His face splits, though not as intended, peeling away like a timelapse shot of a flower mid-bloom. Burton Bland is only half a man, from the waist up, he is something horrible. A green gray anemone growing out of a man's waist and it's already swinging for the two junior Thorntrailers.
Eddy manages to pin Bland's waist in the booth at least (ROLLED 8) crushing him hard into place. The reach on those tentacles is just enough, though, (ROLLED 4) to slaps Eddy so hard he spins.
Eddy manages to pin Bland's waist in the booth at least (ROLLED 8) crushing him hard into place. The reach on those tentacles is just enough, though, (ROLLED 4) to slaps Eddy so hard he spins.
Edited 2020-06-10 21:44 (UTC)
Ah, time for a good ol' bar brawl. The aisles are narrow enough in here that the blow causes Eddy to take a chin to a table, but he catches himself before any serious damage is sustained.
After the cultists, the reality of Burton 'Tentacle Hell' Bland shouldn't be surprising, and yet, "The fuck?" There he goes flexing that vocabulary again.
After the cultists, the reality of Burton 'Tentacle Hell' Bland shouldn't be surprising, and yet, "The fuck?" There he goes flexing that vocabulary again.
Edited 2020-06-10 22:08 (UTC)
Behind Armani and Merlin, the quartet of partygoers sinks further into the dirt, the blonde's high ponytail the only evidence she was ever there. The emergency test pattern rings louder and louder, the sound doubling and tripling as echoes bounce around the small space.
"I'm pretty sure this one's fallin' apart without out help!" Pouch shouts over the noise. His feet are already disappearing into the tongue and he rips them out with a loud schlorp. "Little Sister clearly doesn't wanna be saved this way."
The frozen Pocket's head slips into the ground, the lenses of her sunglasses pointed at the roof of the cave. "All right, time for Plan C!"
Pouch slaps a hand on both the boys' shoulders and, for just a moment, everything is ice cold. Merlin and Armani are transported like melting ice out of the memory, freezing then thawing in the Peckenpaugh auditorium. By the time they reconsolidate, Pouch is gone again.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Merlin and Armani were pulled out by Pouch before Pocket's shame could swallow them whole. You can continue to thread here now that the ground isn't trying to eat you, tokens will follow soon!]
"I'm pretty sure this one's fallin' apart without out help!" Pouch shouts over the noise. His feet are already disappearing into the tongue and he rips them out with a loud schlorp. "Little Sister clearly doesn't wanna be saved this way."
The frozen Pocket's head slips into the ground, the lenses of her sunglasses pointed at the roof of the cave. "All right, time for Plan C!"
Pouch slaps a hand on both the boys' shoulders and, for just a moment, everything is ice cold. Merlin and Armani are transported like melting ice out of the memory, freezing then thawing in the Peckenpaugh auditorium. By the time they reconsolidate, Pouch is gone again.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Merlin and Armani were pulled out by Pouch before Pocket's shame could swallow them whole. You can continue to thread here now that the ground isn't trying to eat you, tokens will follow soon!]
Merlin and Armani completed the memory "We Don't Talk About The Pony Party"!
The portal collapsed after they were deposited in the auditorium, and Pocket is still trapped within the nightmare tree. She really doesn't want to be saved that way.
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!
The portal collapsed after they were deposited in the auditorium, and Pocket is still trapped within the nightmare tree. She really doesn't want to be saved that way.
- Merlin and Armani receive 5 Tokens for completing the memory.
- They each receive another 15 Tokens if they promise to never tell anyone what they saw here.
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!
Chanel holds her breath, but no horror pokes its maw or tentacles out of the depths, just yet. She relaxes for a moment, seeing her brother's new toy. "I love that. But. You and cacti don't have the most friendly history, do you?" She warns, like he didn't know. She could deduce where this linchpin had arisen.
"Oh, the creepers." She'd almost forgotten. Chanel turns away from the ledge and starts walking toward them, instead. "Of course. I should take a picture with them, actually."
Very important to show off to Mary Grace that one of them had successfully done the prom crime they'd actually set out to do. Sort of.
"Oh, the creepers." She'd almost forgotten. Chanel turns away from the ledge and starts walking toward them, instead. "Of course. I should take a picture with them, actually."
Very important to show off to Mary Grace that one of them had successfully done the prom crime they'd actually set out to do. Sort of.
"Wait, I want a picture with them, too," he says, standing up and toddling along after her. He's already got his phone out. "They're so cool!"
"Ew." Is her assessment. And, no, that's helpful. Eddy wouldn't be able to wonder what the fuck if he's too hurt. So now Chanel only has to spare a half-glance to make sure she's okay. She tries to jump on the table behind the tentacles, then punches back out at the one that had hit Eddy. No one got to do that.
Edited (I can read I promise) 2020-06-10 23:22 (UTC)
"Wait, who is Lir in love with?" comes Armani's voice from the darkness. That's what he's gained from all of this.
Chanel pulls out her phone, and Armani in by the waist, close to the nearest frozen Creeper. It's selfie time! They can worry about runes and linchpins in a moment. "Look cute." Is her only order for now.
Armani stands on one side of the Creeper, hugging it around the ?waist like they're an old friend. He kicks a foot out. Cute!!
"Yeah," he grunts as he gets back to his feet. This staff is neat and all (literally), but Eddy's used to doing things with his goddamn fists. With a short running start, he throws himself over the upturned table, grabs onto some tentacles and yanks with all of his noodley might.
Edited 2020-06-11 00:06 (UTC)
Oh.
Juicy.
Literally, actually, there is blood and eye juice just everywhere, and Audrey looks a little sick, a little pale. She turns away from that and on a whim, steals the blonde girl's phone. Is she even calling an ambulance? And it could restart the memory they have to pick up the next piece in this strange Rube Goldberg machine of an evening.
Juicy.
Literally, actually, there is blood and eye juice just everywhere, and Audrey looks a little sick, a little pale. She turns away from that and on a whim, steals the blonde girl's phone. Is she even calling an ambulance? And it could restart the memory they have to pick up the next piece in this strange Rube Goldberg machine of an evening.
Edited 2020-06-11 00:09 (UTC)
If everything else goes to hell, here, at least they'll have some good pictures. Chanel liberates her brother from his phone and alternates between the two, snapping first pictures of just Armani and his new friend, then both of them, then one just her. She offers it back for his inspection. "Extremely cute."
She deems. Only then, inspecting her phone, does she take another moment to look around the room. "All right, but we should save Healer Crockett."
She's sure that legend feels secure, knowing who is traipsing around her memories, now.
She deems. Only then, inspecting her phone, does she take another moment to look around the room. "All right, but we should save Healer Crockett."
She's sure that legend feels secure, knowing who is traipsing around her memories, now.
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