Don't Bite The Messenger! (and stuff)
(It's Blackarachnia's Revenge Night!)
Who: TFA Blackout (teh_koptur )and any other at-home at the Apartment
What: Blackarachnia’s reprisal for Copter's part in infesticating Magnum.
Where: The Apartment/Magus’s lair, starting in Blackout’s Super Awesome Room with the colorful animal mural.
When: Roughly now.
Warnings: SPIDER. BIG FRAGGIN' SPIDER. And some very un-manly high-pitched shrieking.
It’s the dead of night, cycles after Blackout’s done his last walk through and locked everyone in for the night. (What? Copter’s security conscious!) The weather was mild that evening: Blackout had had the windows open all evening. Until bedtime, of course.
The night has settled in, and for a long time it’s been dark and quiet in Blackout’s room, the silence punctuated only by the soft hum of Blackout’s recharge.
Until.
A careful listener might have heard a sort of ‘plop’ sound from the ceiling. And then a non-careful listener would definitely have heard a long series of thumps, crashes, bangs, and overall a panicked ululation that occasionally bursts into coherence.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH Getoffgetoffgetoff!”
Thwap! Thwap! *CRASH*
“NOOOOOO!! BAD SCORPOBUDDY! BAD!! OOOOOOOOOOOUCH! Ouchyouchy owie owwwwwww….”
A pounding sound on the door. Blackout’s voice gets weaker.
“Someone…call into work…please?”
Who: TFA Blackout (teh_koptur )and any other at-home at the Apartment
What: Blackarachnia’s reprisal for Copter's part in infesticating Magnum.
Where: The Apartment/Magus’s lair, starting in Blackout’s Super Awesome Room with the colorful animal mural.
When: Roughly now.
Warnings: SPIDER. BIG FRAGGIN' SPIDER. And some very un-manly high-pitched shrieking.
It’s the dead of night, cycles after Blackout’s done his last walk through and locked everyone in for the night. (What? Copter’s security conscious!) The weather was mild that evening: Blackout had had the windows open all evening. Until bedtime, of course.
The night has settled in, and for a long time it’s been dark and quiet in Blackout’s room, the silence punctuated only by the soft hum of Blackout’s recharge.
Until.
A careful listener might have heard a sort of ‘plop’ sound from the ceiling. And then a non-careful listener would definitely have heard a long series of thumps, crashes, bangs, and overall a panicked ululation that occasionally bursts into coherence.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH Getoffgetoffgetoff!”
Thwap! Thwap! *CRASH*
“NOOOOOO!! BAD SCORPOBUDDY! BAD!! OOOOOOOOOOOUCH! Ouchyouchy owie owwwwwww….”
A pounding sound on the door. Blackout’s voice gets weaker.
“Someone…call into work…please?”