closed-ish log

[drama8om8]

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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[somesayinfire]

"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.

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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!

[somesayinfire]

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.

[drama8om8]

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."