Picnic

[screeee]

who ; Raptor Red and everybody else
what ; Picnic beach party adventures
where ; Garden Zone 04
when ; probs backdated to 3/26 HERPA DERP
warning(s) ; NONE YET.

OOC: In case you missed it here is the OOC/plotting post for this little soiree. Everybody is effectively invited to this and I hope there can be plenty of derpy shenanigans to offset all

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Later that evening...

[screeee]

[Once the sun has set and the sand has cooled, the bonfire begins. It's cozy and warm-- the perfect place for story telling, reflecting, and drinking beer.]

[hows_the_knee]

[She stepped back when he advanced, staring up at him in bewilderment and the beginnings of real fear. This wasn't going the way she wanted it to at all, and she was beginning to realize that she had no idea how to deal with a Terminator that wouldn't take her orders anymore.]

Your mission is to make sure John Connor survives.

To protect him, and follow his orders.

[terminatenomore]

Then that is unchanged.

[ The terminator said aloud, almost as an aside- as it were confirming something for itself. ]

I need to leave.

[hows_the_knee]

--No.

[She grabbed for his arm, shaking her head as her hand closed over his wrist, pulling futilely.]

No, you're not going anywhere.

--You can't protect John if you're not here with him.

[terminatenomore]

[ It's eyes flashed red from under the sunglasses either by a trick of the dim evening light or the activation of a response program. The synthetic muscle under its skin tightened and flexed with Sarah grabbing its arm and the terminator responded by shoving her with more force than was necessary but constraint enough to keep her from flying. ]

If you want yourself John protected then you will see the logic in letting me go. Now.

[hows_the_knee]

[Sarah stumbled back a step when he shoved her, her eyes widening at the unexpected violence and the flash of red in the Terminator's eyes. She swallowed against the dryness in her throat, freezing up completely for a split second at the Terminator's words.

When she spoke, her voice was harsh, the warning in it not quite enough to hide the quaver of fear underneath.]

Get away from us.

[She took another step back, away from the T-800 and towards the beach, her tone growing stronger as her expression hardened.]

Get out!

[terminatenomore]

[ The terminator watched as Sarah backed away, registering that it was protecting herself and John from itself. It did not view this as following orders, but as its first successfully enacted choice of free will. There was difficultly in understanding the sensation that it didn't seem all that worth while now- as it observed the fear in her eyes. ]

Complying with your request.

[ There was a second of hesitation before it turned and started to leave. ]

[hows_the_knee]

[Sarah said nothing, her eyes trained on the Terminator and her entire body tense. She didn't stop watching until the cyborg had disappeared into the woods.

Once he was gone, she turned and practically raced back to the picnic, intent on finding John as soon as possible.]

OPEN

[thom_293]

[Now, this is a familiar setting. Stories around a campfire, right? It's not quite the barracks at Currahee, but it'll do for what Thom has planned.

And what he has planned is: ALL THE STORYTELLING. So here he is, parked on top of a beer cooler (that is reinforced steel, thanks, he's unarmed, half-dressed and out of armour but he's still almost three hundred pounds), talking animatedly to anyone within earshot who looks to be paying attention. He has totally retconned something that once happened to he and Emile while out on a patrol and has added his own (vaguely medieval) embellishments to it. And Emile may or may not have been turned into a princess for the duration - callsign 'Emily'.]

Re: OPEN

[evaskullface]

[Goddammmit, Thom. I am not a pretty pretty princess.]

OPEN

[thom_293]

[that is not a bet he's willing to take, bro.]

[evaskullface]

[Fine, he'll have to just stand there, cross his arms, and glare thereby making it even more obvious who you're talking about.]

[thom_293]

[And then he had to rescue the princess from a HORRIBLE MONSTER!1!1!

aka: suicide grunt... and it wasn't rescuing so much as... 'Is that bastard still chasing us? It's been like half a mile! Aren't they timed?']

[evaskullface]

[Emile snorts. LIKE HE COULDN'T DEAL WITH THE LITTLE BASTARD.

He's still not entirely sure how they can keep the grenades primed but not explode for that long, though.]

[thom_293]

[Magic, Emile. Honestly. Sneaky fucking Covenant magic. Like how they manage to make glowing purple crystals explode.]

[evaskullface]

[And like how their heads explode into confetti?]