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Who: Octavia and anyone who expressed an interest in getting attacked by a giant purple scorpion/would still like to do so!
What: GIANT PURPLE SCORPION ATTACK, EEK.
Where: Multiple places! Octavia will be wandering around the city with the scorpion stalking her, so feel free to specify pretty much any public area.
When: Anywhere between 4PM - Midnight (though midnight itself is reserved for Alan Hunter, so he can kill the sodding thing).

Octavia's day started normally enough. Lounging around the house in her pyjamas? Check. Dicking around on the internet? Check. Obsessive preening and primping in the mirror in the eternal quest to perfect her superstar pout?

Not-so-check. Imagine, if you will, the horror of an image-obsessed teenager ferreting around in her makeup bag for an hour only to find that she's all out of glittery blue eyeliner.

Stop that. It's okay. Honestly, it'll be okay. Stop screaming, please.

Thus she found herself deciding to actually bother to leave the house and go to the mall. Unfortunately for us all, Pokemon games don't exist in this RP. As a result, on her way to the bus stop, Octavia completely neglected to avoid suspicious shaking patches of long grass.

A wild SCORPION appeared!

OCTAVIA used FLAIL AROUND SCREAMING.
But nothing happened...
Wild SCORPION used STING!
It's super-effective!

OCTAVIA fled the battle...

You'd think that anyone's first instinct would be to run and get medical assistance after being stung by an incredibly aggressive dog-sized purple scorpion. Ordinarily, Octavia would agree. But for entirely unfathomable reasons that cannot possibly be related to freaky alien scorpion venom, all she wants to do is laugh. And find people to laugh with. God she loves people. People are awesome. Gonna go find lots of people.

((God I'm so sorry. Prose and actionspam are both okay. The original plot link thingy is here if you need a refresher. OH AND please specify an approximate time for your scorpion encounter if you tag so I know what's what! 8V))

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It only takes Brooke a few seconds to map out the route they'll need to take in her head. Then she hears the scuttling and her sense of self-preservation kicks in. She'll figure out what the hell to do about this scorpion by the time she gets her prideful "companion" to safety.

"You could be fucking the Pope for all I care, Tavia, we have to move," she urges, with what might be the harshest swear she's let out in a few years. Before Tavia can protest further, Brooke grabs her wrist with her free hand again and starts beelining along the route she's planned out.

Deciding it's not worth struggling with the laughter to get out a 'the pope isn't even HOT,' Octavia runs along with only the most minor of grumbles. At least she seems to have got her way. Hells yeah.

She tugs back a little at her arm as soon as they reach a road, though - not enough to bring them to a stop, just enough to act as a request for attention.

"Gohohot to avoiAHAHAHA! Avoid the polihihihice. Said so on the netwAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She can't see any police - or the scorpion - but it can't hurt to point it out anyway.

Crap. Right. Brooke stops nearly dead in her tracks and reconsiders the route. Bringing a giant purple scorpion over somebody's beat would be a really bad idea, and the odds that they run into one of the cops on their side are slim. She's not... super familiar with the patrol routes, so just for safety's sake, she mentally reroutes them through less major roads.

Casting a quick look over her shoulder, she finds the coast clear—for now—and takes the opportunity to catch her breath. "Okay. If we keep going this way," she points (taking her hand off Tavia's wrist to do so), "we should get there without any trouble." Hopefully. She realizes her voice has gotten louder and lowers it again.

"I told somebody I'd try to get pictures of anything weird. This definitely counts." It's a terrible plan that she's got in her head, but when's that stopped her? "As soon as I get you to Alan's, I'm going to get a picture of this thing and try to lead it away from you. Once we hit the end of his street," she begrudgingly allows Tavia that moment of pride, "I want you to start running and not look back."

Octavia nods throughout the explanation - while giggling quietly - but frowns a little at the whole taking-a-picture part of the plan.

"If yoohoohoo!"

Arjhghdsfh. She allows herself a stompyfooted eight-second tantrum before trying again.

"If you get stuhuhung you'lAHAHAHAHAAA!"

She raises her hands to indicate that this happens. While glowering. Glowering hardcore.

"And if I let you get hurt I'll never be able to live with myself," Brooke offers by way of a counterargument. There's no venomous toxin she knows of that can cause this kind of thing, but then again, there aren't any genera of scorpion she knows of that are giant and purple. Either way, she can deal with a little bout of laughter. It's not like she couldn't use more of it in her life anyway.

"Let's get going," she insists, not wanting to take any more chances than they already have. She starts walking away on her own at a brisk enough pace—her legs are starting to ache and she doesn't want to burst into a sprint again unless she has to. She's trusting Giggles over there to follow.

Giggles follows. While making vomity faces between snorty bouts of laughter. Because man was that some incredibly cheesy bullshit there! Cheesy and lame and not cool at all.

(It was totally cool goddammit brooke stop showing her up jesus holy fucking dick.)

Inspired by the totally-not-cool-at-all display, Tavia spurs herself into a hybrid jog-walk-thing so she can keep up. She's actually starting to feel like this will turn out fine!

Brooke would be honored as all hell if she knew she looked cool in this moment. She was kind of sweaty and still carrying her phone and dressed in her work clothes (which weren't especially different from her regular clothes), but a teenager thought she looked cool, and knowing that would have made all the difference.

Well, some difference, anyway. She's glad to see Tavia keeping pace and, since they're a lot closer now and they haven't run into cops or the scorpion, that's a decent-sized weight coming off Brooke's shoulders. They might actually pull this off. Alan's street is only a block over at this point.

"We're almost there," she says with a growing smile of relief. "I think we lost it."

Brooke's obviously not seen a lot of horror movies.

And then the scorpion was gone forever and everything was happy and nothing bad ever happened agaHAHA I CAN'T EVEN TYPE IT.

There's a very loud, pissed-off sounding skittery noise and the scorpion comes scuttling towards them from a side-street. Brooke isn't the only one who can take neat little alternate routes to places, okay. Scorpion got skills.

Tavia's voice breaks alarmingly as she tries to scream for the eighty-eight billionth time, and she speeds off in the direction of Alan's house. The increased volume of laughter could probably be taken as a "thankyou." Or an "I hope you don't die."

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