Said resident angry witch is currently hanging around the lobby. She's not actively trying to scare the hamster, but it's definitely a perk at this point.
Willow may be sitting in the lobby, but she's definitely - and very clearly - on active guard duty. If anyone wants to venture into the lobby, she won't stop them. However, she will put a quick halt on any and all attempts to free the aliens. If someone wants to talk to her, she is more than willing to chit chat.
At some point, she will also approach the cage. She has a bone to pick with Mayhem.
She'd helped build said hamster wheel, but now that the aliens were safely contained, Alexis couldn't help but feel sorry for them. So after a while, she crept down to the lobby, with absolutely no intention of freeing said aliens, but to see them. And maybe say sorry.
She didn't expect Willow though, and blinked in surprise at the redhead (she tried not to think too hard about the 'witch' part of the equation). She waved, not precisely guilty but a little sheepish, and walked over to Willow. "Are they okay, do you think?"
Willow felt a little sorry for the hamster. Not so much the other guy, though. And still, even though they were caged up now, she still remembered what the aliens had done to her and the people she cared about. That would never be forgotten and that was what drove her anger now.
When Alexis walked in, though, Willow glanced up and offered a small smile in return. She wasn't mad at the other girl at all, so there was no need to take it out on Alexis.
"Yeah, they should be," she answered indifferently, glancing back at the cage. "It's not the most comfy of places, but it's not like we're giving them the worst slum ever. If I knew what they ate, I'd make sure they could eat."
But on the flip side, something told her they wouldn't be kept there forever, much as she wanted them there. Still, she was doing all she could to be sure the citizens got the answers they deserved.
She frowned at the magic ball that held both aliens and took a step closer to them when Willow mentioned them eating. "Maybe we should ask them what they eat." Alexis raised a hand to the ball as if to poke it but hesitated as a thought occurred to her. Over her shoulder, she asked Willow, "Would it zap me if I touched it?"
The look she is giving them right now is of pure anger and frustration; Rose has to take a few moments to collect herself so that she doesn't explode with rage.
"Why did you do that to me?" If they want clarification, Rose could provide it.
"It wasn't boring," he points out. "And you have to admit, some of the faces they made were hilarious."
He gave himself up and got trapped in a ball. Obviously, Mayhem is going for the gold and trying to make all the worst decisions possible in a single day. He might earn a badge.
Poor grumpy face Quinn. The Hamster may look apologetic, but Mayhem just raises his eyebrows and looks down at his companion with an almost comically exaggerated expression of surprise.
"Oh really?"
The Hamster just glowers at him and kicks halfheartedly at his leg. It doesn't have much effect, so he turns his attention elsewhere.
"W-well, circumstances haven't been exactly... Helpful. For scarf procurement." He is only barely holding back his grumbling, but tries to end on a cheery note, "Soon, though!"
[location: sanctuary lobby]taxspiceJune 28 2011, 02:06:32 UTC
From down the hall comes the unmistakable sound of hoof beats, and then appears a majestic white stallion whose wildness is only tamed by the press of its ridiculously handsome rider's epic thighs. Said rider is a vision of masculine manliness, and he sits tall and proud upon his stead's bare back, one fist planted against his left hip while his other arm is draped around a Stanley Cup-sized trophy.
Upon inspection it will be noted that the trophy is made of gold medals, and upon further inspection the medals are made of 24-karat gold stars. By the time this inspection is complete, it will be known that the shirtless man smells amazing.
"Hello citizens," the man/beautiful creature begin. His voice is like velvet drizzled with molten honey. "I've come to finally present you with this token of appreciation, and to liberate my esteemed colleagues."
[location: sanctuary lobby]slayersidekickJuly 1 2011, 17:32:47 UTC
What.
The guard witch is on her feet in an instant. This one is new and he will be a tougher alien to deal with. Still, Willow is more than prepared to do what she has to in order to make this whole capture thing work out.
"We don't want your trophies," she snaps, glaring at the new alien. "And you are not liberating anyone unless it's us from the city."
[location: sanctuary lobby]taxspiceJuly 3 2011, 12:30:24 UTC
"Jenny wanted a trophy," he pointed out. "As restitution for a certain very traumatic and very budget-decreasing event which was entirely Mayhem's fault."
You cause a zombie apocalypse once and people never let it go. Old Spice Guy dismounted with unnatural fluid grace, set the trophy on the floor, and gave Willow a dazzling smile.
While ordinarily Rorschach doesn't bother attempting to track down the people who pop up on the Hated Gadget, in this case he's more than willing to make an exception if it means he might get some real answers for once. And so it happens that the face-less vigilante skulks down to the lobby to investigate personally.
After approaching the cage, he fixes first hamster, then suited man, then man-on-horse with blankly irritated looks, bristling with carefully contained anger, and crosses his arms since he's currently without his trench to shove his hands into. He notices the other redhead, but his argument is not with her, and so he pays her no mind.
[ooc: duly noted! just...ignore that he was mentioned then. my bad :D ]
The pop culture reference predictably goes right over his head. Instead he just glares. "Funny way of showing it. Take from homes, from lives, throw in a prison. Let wolves loose to terrorize sheep, then leash them again when it suits you. Makes it difficult to believe personal appreciation is the cause; would have thought keepers would take better care of pets if that were the case."
[ ooc: that works! and don't even worry about it. ♥ ]
"And maybe," suggests Mayhem, "we enjoy you best when you're at your worst. Or doing your best against your worst. Or just fighting. It's all pretty equally entertaining."
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Willow may be sitting in the lobby, but she's definitely - and very clearly - on active guard duty. If anyone wants to venture into the lobby, she won't stop them. However, she will put a quick halt on any and all attempts to free the aliens. If someone wants to talk to her, she is more than willing to chit chat.
At some point, she will also approach the cage. She has a bone to pick with Mayhem.
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She didn't expect Willow though, and blinked in surprise at the redhead (she tried not to think too hard about the 'witch' part of the equation). She waved, not precisely guilty but a little sheepish, and walked over to Willow. "Are they okay, do you think?"
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When Alexis walked in, though, Willow glanced up and offered a small smile in return. She wasn't mad at the other girl at all, so there was no need to take it out on Alexis.
"Yeah, they should be," she answered indifferently, glancing back at the cage. "It's not the most comfy of places, but it's not like we're giving them the worst slum ever. If I knew what they ate, I'd make sure they could eat."
But on the flip side, something told her they wouldn't be kept there forever, much as she wanted them there. Still, she was doing all she could to be sure the citizens got the answers they deserved.
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"Why did you do that to me?" If they want clarification, Rose could provide it.
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"It was interesting."
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"No it wasn't. It was horrible and I nearly killed people."
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He gave himself up and got trapped in a ball. Obviously, Mayhem is going for the gold and trying to make all the worst decisions possible in a single day. He might earn a badge.
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"You owe me a scarf."
There will be time for arguing later.
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"Oh really?"
The Hamster just glowers at him and kicks halfheartedly at his leg. It doesn't have much effect, so he turns his attention elsewhere.
"W-well, circumstances haven't been exactly... Helpful. For scarf procurement." He is only barely holding back his grumbling, but tries to end on a cheery note, "Soon, though!"
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Upon inspection it will be noted that the trophy is made of gold medals, and upon further inspection the medals are made of 24-karat gold stars. By the time this inspection is complete, it will be known that the shirtless man smells amazing.
"Hello citizens," the man/beautiful creature begin. His voice is like velvet drizzled with molten honey. "I've come to finally present you with this token of appreciation, and to liberate my esteemed colleagues."
Behold: the alien your man could smell like.
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Mayhem just looks annoyed.
"About damn time. Do we all have to ride the same horse?"
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The guard witch is on her feet in an instant. This one is new and he will be a tougher alien to deal with. Still, Willow is more than prepared to do what she has to in order to make this whole capture thing work out.
"We don't want your trophies," she snaps, glaring at the new alien. "And you are not liberating anyone unless it's us from the city."
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You cause a zombie apocalypse once and people never let it go. Old Spice Guy dismounted with unnatural fluid grace, set the trophy on the floor, and gave Willow a dazzling smile.
"There, one promise kept."
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After approaching the cage, he fixes first hamster, then suited man, then man-on-horse with blankly irritated looks, bristling with carefully contained anger, and crosses his arms since he's currently without his trench to shove his hands into. He notices the other redhead, but his argument is not with her, and so he pays her no mind.
"Why here. Why us."
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"Why, because we like you!" It's said in a kind of kid-friendly singsong. He even rocks up onto his toes and smiles.
[ ooc: sob the Old Spice Guy isn't a permanent fixture. That thread is the ending escape one that takes place after all the other threads. ♥ ]
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The pop culture reference predictably goes right over his head. Instead he just glares. "Funny way of showing it. Take from homes, from lives, throw in a prison. Let wolves loose to terrorize sheep, then leash them again when it suits you. Makes it difficult to believe personal appreciation is the cause; would have thought keepers would take better care of pets if that were the case."
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"And maybe," suggests Mayhem, "we enjoy you best when you're at your worst. Or doing your best against your worst. Or just fighting. It's all pretty equally entertaining."
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