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WHO: DR. HORRIBLE and SOLLUX CAPTOR, at the least.
WHAT: SUMMONING-PLOT-RELATED THINGS
WHERE: The DESERT, possibly the TROLL-HOUSE
WHEN: Backdated to... a week ago. (*sob*)
WARNINGS: May contain horribleness.
SUMMARY: Dr. Horrible follows this funny feeling towards those weird aliens. (Troll-peeps can tag in if appropriate.)
Something weird was going on.
Last night (well, this morning, if you wanted to get technical), he'd been in the abandoned lot behind the hotel using the heat-ray he'd thrown together from the dismantled remnants of an industrial microwave to melt Marshmallow Peeps from 10 yards. He'd been so deep in concentration... well, in picturing the faces of his enemies on the Peeps as the expanded to ten times their size then collapsed into bubbling goo, but it was a kind of concentration, that he couldn't quite pinpoint when the feeling started. A tugging, a tingling, a... compulsion. He had to go somewhere. Do something. See someone.
Someone nearby. Well, it had felt nearby at the time. He'd been walking for half an hour, and he still wasn't sure where he was going, only that he could sense his target somewhere... well. Ahead.
"Balls," he muttered, and wiped the sweat off his face. "Should've dressed up. The goggles would've come in handy."
WHAT: SUMMONING-PLOT-RELATED THINGS
WHERE: The DESERT, possibly the TROLL-HOUSE
WHEN: Backdated to... a week ago. (*sob*)
WARNINGS: May contain horribleness.
SUMMARY: Dr. Horrible follows this funny feeling towards those weird aliens. (Troll-peeps can tag in if appropriate.)
Something weird was going on.
Last night (well, this morning, if you wanted to get technical), he'd been in the abandoned lot behind the hotel using the heat-ray he'd thrown together from the dismantled remnants of an industrial microwave to melt Marshmallow Peeps from 10 yards. He'd been so deep in concentration... well, in picturing the faces of his enemies on the Peeps as the expanded to ten times their size then collapsed into bubbling goo, but it was a kind of concentration, that he couldn't quite pinpoint when the feeling started. A tugging, a tingling, a... compulsion. He had to go somewhere. Do something. See someone.
Someone nearby. Well, it had felt nearby at the time. He'd been walking for half an hour, and he still wasn't sure where he was going, only that he could sense his target somewhere... well. Ahead.
"Balls," he muttered, and wiped the sweat off his face. "Should've dressed up. The goggles would've come in handy."