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The Zin Ship Above Fandom, Sunday Morning and Afternoon

Aug 02, 2015 09:02

Simulation 45y was failing.

Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.

There was a lot of yelling.

And pods kept opening.

That was inconvenient.

[[ wait for the ocd up! npcs here! ]]

surreal sadiablo, katherine hana li, alexandra mack, cara, ada miller, anders, eliot spencer, parker, jonothon evan starsmore, hannibal lecter, bo jones, atton rand, clint barton, alec hardison

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ESCAPE! zin_the_matrix August 2 2015, 07:03:51 UTC

There are several teleporter rooms all across the ship. Find them and hit a few buttons until they display Fandom - then you can go out.

Or find some other way to break out. Maybe you have friends on the outside?

Re: ESCAPE! nookiepowered August 2 2015, 18:01:39 UTC

A slightly less naked Bo -- only slightly, because seriously how was this brushed-metal bondage gear supposed to do a damned thing as real armor? -- was going to let her succu-dazed new pet lead her to the nearest teleport room and do the button hitting for her, thanks. Before she ordered him to send her back to Fandom, though, she dragged him down a few feet to her level for a nice long kiss.

Except for the nice part; how had the Zin had heard of Shakespeare and Wooby-Woo, but not breath mints?

"Repeat after me: see a human, send it home."

Probably wouldn't last too long after she was gone, but it might be slightly more helpful to her fellow escapees than leaving him passed out on the floor.

RE: ESCAPE! age_of_the_geek August 2 2015, 21:36:09 UTC

Getting through the ship was easy as hell once they three of them were together. They'd worked as a team for years, flawlessly blending their skills to maximize their strengths and minimize their weaknesses. Eliot was a bulldozer, stalking ahead of them to brutally take out any Zin who was foolish enough to get in their way. Parker was immediately behind, flowing around Eliot like water, keeping his flank protected whenever there were too many Zin to be taken down by him within a few punches. Hardison mostly hung back, able to jump into the fray if necessary, but generally unneeded ( ... )

Re: ESCAPE! vdistinctive August 2 2015, 21:45:56 UTC

Eliot grinned back. He'd acquired another small burn across his shoulder, and he was all sorts of ready to be home with his crew, relaxing and listening to Hardison regale them with his tales of sim-hacking.

And cooking. Good god he was hungry.

"By all means, man. Do your magic."

Re: ESCAPE! whoisalicewhite August 2 2015, 21:51:16 UTC

"I want to be home with the real Mega-byte now," Parker said, standing by, then leaning into Eliot. And staring at the new burn. Not poking! Staring! ... okay, maybe about to poke. "And you are the hacker to do it," she said to Hardison, contentedly watching him be a genius.

RE: Re: ESCAPE! age_of_the_geek August 2 2015, 22:07:18 UTC

"Hell yeah I am," Hardison said, stepping over to the computer to do just that. It was...distressingly easy. He was pretty sure a caveman could have pounded the right buttons to find their way out.

"The hell is this?" he bitched, noting the other destinations before he scrolled to Fandom. Part of him wished they had more time to explore some of the more fascinating images there. "I'm insulted. Hell--I'm ashamed that we were held so long by a bunch of amateurs. The password is 1-2-3-4-5? What is this--somebody's luggage? This is just embarassin' for everybody involved. I got half a mind to leave an' tell 'em to try again. Fuckin' Babytown Frolics, that's what this is."

It took him longer to finish complaining than it did for him to get the teleporter ready. The rest of the time was spent jamming it open, so anyone who wandered into this teleporter room could just waltz through to Fandom. Sure, that could mean that a few Zin made it down, but Hardison was supremely unconcerned with those consequences.

Re: ESCAPE! vdistinctive August 2 2015, 22:20:25 UTC

"Yeah, yeah, teleport now, complain later." Eliot grabbed onto Hardison's hand to pull him over, and with his other arm around Parker's waist to make sure they all went through together -- no one was leaving anyone fucking behind this time, not even for a second -- went through the portal.

He took two steps onto solid ground -- well, slightly spongy ground covered in grass, anyway -- and then Eliot grabbed onto Hardison and spun him around with a whoop. Part of him hadn't thought they'd ever make it out of there alive, even up to the very moment they were. "Good god but I love you," he said, planting a big fat kiss on Hardison's lips and grinning. "Ya cocksucker."

RE: Re: ESCAPE! age_of_the_geek August 2 2015, 22:31:08 UTC

"I--what?" Hardison was stunned and for a wild moment, half wondered if this was another sim. He even glanced at Parker to see if she'd heard that, too. "Did you just--?"

Honestly, it was that Eliot had called him a cocksucker ten seconds after saying he loved him that made it easier for Hardison to believe it was true.

Re: ESCAPE! whoisalicewhite August 2 2015, 23:41:19 UTC

Parker was giggling back at him, eyes alight with happiness, because *yes* Eliot said to him too!

"You didn't imagine it. He really did." She wound one arm around Hardison and one around Eliot. "Home!"

Re: ESCAPE! vdistinctive August 3 2015, 00:55:44 UTC

What? Some things were easier to say the first time when they were couched in casual profanity. "Home, darlin'," Eliot agreed. "Suppose we've given folks enough of a show."

RE: Re: ESCAPE! age_of_the_geek August 3 2015, 01:05:16 UTC

"Your place," Hardison decided. "I'm starvin' an' you need to cook for us. An' I wanna make sure our girl's okay."

Their other girl. Their four-legged baby.

"Oh, hey, asshole." He caught Eliot's eye and grinned, pure boyish delight. "Love you, too."

Re: ESCAPE! filleauloup August 2 2015, 22:13:31 UTC

Right. Well, the ability to fly had been nice while it lasted; the ability to make it rain chocolate-covered espresso beans had been . . . amusing, if less useful.

But that was all a moot point now, and Éponine was just going to make a break for it. She wasn't above using other people's fights with the Zin as a distraction to get herself out of confrontations -- nice to know she still hadn't lost her knack for that -- and she was definitely trying very hard not to think about her missing clothes. (It was hard to completely shake some ideas of shame.)

Re: ESCAPE! wrongkindofsith August 3 2015, 04:05:50 UTC

With the aide of various Zin and the occasional map Cara had been steadily working her way to the outer hull of the ship, and finally she'd found an airlock. She hit the button and stared down, clinging to a railing.

Oh. That was kind of high, and she couldn't fly any more.

Re: ESCAPE! harpy_daughter August 3 2015, 04:10:30 UTC

Surreal had been stalking around under the ship, not sleeping, since Cara vanished and the word had gone out where people where. Currently, she was about thirty feet off the ground, using her Craft to let her airwalk, and occasionally throw things against the hull in a fit of pique.

She couldn't get any higher -- not without getting unsteady -- and she couldn't blast the damn ship with pure Craft with Cara inside. So, rotten eggs it was.

Except... Surreal squinted further up, shading her eyes to see better. "CARA?!?" she yelled, enhancing it with Craft so that it would carry. "I'll catch you, sugar!"

...this was going to end terribly.

Re: ESCAPE! wrongkindofsith August 3 2015, 04:22:31 UTC

Without hesitation, Cara backed up a few steps and launched herself from the open airlock, aiming as best she could (which wasn't very) in Surreal's direction.

She had actually done stupider things when asked to by someone she cared about.

Re: ESCAPE! harpy_daughter August 3 2015, 04:28:48 UTC

Right, Surreal could totally do this. She wore the Green. Plant her feet, split her focus... she'd done similar when working at the Magic Box as a student.

Admittedly, she hadn't been as high, nor the thing falling quite so high up or as breakable as her girlfriend... Surreal banished that line of thought and reached down to her center to pull up every once of her Craft. Her well was deep, since she wasn't one for splashy uses of power, and there was plenty to spare. She spread her hands, narrowed her eyes, and started to slow Cara's fall. Carefully killing the momentum and starting to build a cushion of air under her.

...she probably should have paid attention to how Cara was falling right at her, huh?

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