AND I WON'T TAKE THAT FROM YOU
WHO: Victorious, Pyms, robots, an angry mob
WHERE: An abandoned factory
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WARNINGS: Violence, Freudian psychodrama
SUMMARY: Victorious attempts to leave this reality a parting gift, in the form of his psycho robot father and his concubine. He needs Pym brain patterns to do this. Someone stop him.
FORMAT: Quicklog? Start threads and let me know whether you're attacking Victorious, reasoning with him, doing something about the machine, etc.
The factory floor is littered with rusting hulks of old, forgotten manufacturing equipment. A mass of hastily-assembled electronics dominates the middle of the far wall of the room. To the left of this machine, the Wasp (two versions) are strapped to gurneys, webs of electrodes attached to their scalps. On the other side, two humanoid robots lie on slabs. One is man-shaped with Ultron's gape-mouthed leer, one woman-shaped, with a face like a stylized Janet Van Dyne, Caucasian Edition. In contrast to the buzzing, sparking machinery, the robots have been constructed with great care and their steel shells gleam with a high polish.
Tiny devices dot the humans' bodies, giving off paralyzing (and fairly painful) jolts if they attempt to move. The hum of electricity and the smell of ozone fill the air. Victorious stands regarding the transferral device, powering and directing it with pulses of energy from one hand. The skin of his face is torn and bleeding, revealing the machinery underneath.
WHERE: An abandoned factory
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WARNINGS: Violence, Freudian psychodrama
SUMMARY: Victorious attempts to leave this reality a parting gift, in the form of his psycho robot father and his concubine. He needs Pym brain patterns to do this. Someone stop him.
FORMAT: Quicklog? Start threads and let me know whether you're attacking Victorious, reasoning with him, doing something about the machine, etc.
The factory floor is littered with rusting hulks of old, forgotten manufacturing equipment. A mass of hastily-assembled electronics dominates the middle of the far wall of the room. To the left of this machine, the Wasp (two versions) are strapped to gurneys, webs of electrodes attached to their scalps. On the other side, two humanoid robots lie on slabs. One is man-shaped with Ultron's gape-mouthed leer, one woman-shaped, with a face like a stylized Janet Van Dyne, Caucasian Edition. In contrast to the buzzing, sparking machinery, the robots have been constructed with great care and their steel shells gleam with a high polish.
Tiny devices dot the humans' bodies, giving off paralyzing (and fairly painful) jolts if they attempt to move. The hum of electricity and the smell of ozone fill the air. Victorious stands regarding the transferral device, powering and directing it with pulses of energy from one hand. The skin of his face is torn and bleeding, revealing the machinery underneath.