PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

[theearth]

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]



[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

Comments

[drama8om8]

[ Octavia has regained some of her ability to actually think coherently by this point. Alan's napping safely somewhere, which is a load off her mind.

Then OH LOOK IT'S ROXY AND THIS IS NOT NEWS SHE REALLY WANTS TO BREAK TO ANYONE. ]

So, uh.

Well, I mean. That whole immortality deal we have is, uh.

 

 

Okay first how are you buddy you're looking great considering the circumstances wow that whole snake thing was crazy amirite haha god so anyway how was your day?

[wonk]

Shit, are there like. Caveats? Do we only have, like, three lives or somethin', 'cuz that would make perfect sense since we played that video game. Three lives is pretty standard for games, right?

[drama8om8]

Wow. Way to elegantly sidestep my attempt at breaking this shit to you gently by being charmingly avoidant. Man.

[ Huff. ]

We get infinite lives. As long as we don't die in a way that's "heroic" or "just." And don't ask me exactly where the boundaries are because I have no fucking idea.

[wonk]

I bought it twice today, Tavia, I don't give a shit any more.

I dunno, you at least know like. If you dive in front of someone to catch a bullet it's gonna be permanent.

[drama8om8]

I guess. Just doesn't seem like there's a whole lot of point to being all immortal and shit if we have to fuss and worry and fret about a bunch of mystery asshole morality guidelines!

I mean not like it ain't come in handy, but. Ugh. Being a hero is super important! And this whole deal makes that hells of problematic.

[wonk]

You still have superpowers, dude, I don't even know what you're complaining about. You probably aren't even supposed to rely on your immortality anyway.

Oh! Also, do you remember a video game called SBURB? When you play it you go to this alternate dimension, that's how I escaped Earth in my past life. I remembered after the farmhouse.

[drama8om8]

SBURB don't ring no bells. Mac mentioned it before, though. And I remember talking a lot about a game we were going to play and then did play! I'm pretty sure one of the things I echoed today has something to do with it. Check this shit out.

[ A magic 8-ball appears in her hand - someone echoed back her sylladex - and she smashes it on the ground. This appears abruptly in the middle of the street. ]

[wonk]

[Roxy sighs, and braces for the impending echo.

Whoa.

Holy fucking shit that's complex.]

That's an alchemiter. You use it to make gear from this shit called grist you get when you beat enemies in SBURB. Or whatever your equivalent was, I guess.

You need like a shitton of other machines though because there's like fifty intermediate steps.

[drama8om8]

So for now it's, what. Useless?

[ She boots it irritably before re-captchaloguing it. GRR. ]

Bluh. Maybe if I show it off on the network when shit's calmed down, somebody else will echo back the other bits. Then we can like. Set it all up somewhere communal! For everybody to share. Like a real team.

[wonk]

...pretty much. Try Mac. I'm pretty sure that list of bullshit words he Echoed back in the day are half-related to this stuff.

Also hey, did you get your weapons inventory back yet.

[drama8om8]

Nope. I'm stuck captchaloguing my dice like some kind of tool. Which actually takes longer to retrieve them than keeping them in my pocket does.

 

 

So I should stop doing that. Uh, speaking of weapons shit! Do you remember any of us using a sword? A really thin sword?

[wonk]

Uh, no, I only know my own stuff and Jake's. No swords, only guns.

[Roxy sits down hard on a piece of rubble and slumps tiredly.]

Man, I'm fuckin' beat. [She waves her hand idly, flicking her fingers, and starts in surprise when a perfectly generic object blinks into existence.]

[drama8om8]

Mmh.

[ She fiddles with her hair distractedly. Still no leads on who it might have bee that killed Vriska! Not that she knows what she'll do when she finds out. Other than never expose her back to them.

As a result of her thoughts being otherwise occupied, it takes a couple of seconds for her to register what the fuck Roxy just did. ]

The fuck is that?

[wonk]

I. Don't know, usually these're pumpkins, not - what, a green cube with like. Slightly beveled corners?

[drama8om8]

 

 

 

Does it taste like a pumpkin? Try biting it.

it's suddenly occurred to me that we don't actually know what these are made of

[wonk]

Tavia what the fuck is wrong with you I'm not biting this cube.

They're made of ~*miracles*~ obvs

[drama8om8]

Biting things is a good way to get to know them okay bite the cube.

[wonk]

You bite the fuckin' cube I'm not putting this thing in my mouth!

[drama8om8]

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

[ Holding out her hands for the cube. CHALLENGE. MOTHERFUCKING. ACCEPTED. ]

[wonk]

[Roxy hands her the cube and surreptitiously decaptchalogues her phone to record whatever is going to come next.]

1/2

[drama8om8]

[ Octavia does it. She bites down on that cube. She gets to know it in the way only a lunatic who chomps down on random objects can.

There is only one possible reaction that can come next. ]

2/2

[drama8om8]

THIS IS STUPID.

[wonk]

[Roxy's mouth twitches once, then twice, and before she knows it, she's laughing so hard she's fallen off the piece of rubble she was sitting on and can barely breathe.]

Fuck, god, I - you're beautiful, Tavia. [By this point, Roxy is clutching her own gut, wheezing from lack of breath.]

[drama8om8]

I... I know.

[ SURELY THIS IS OBVIOUS???????? Gosh. Roxy is the weirdest!! ]

[wonk]

That was the greatest thing I've ever seen.

[Roxy wipes tears of laughter from her eyes and climbs back onto her rubble seat.]

I needed that, thanks.