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smash_logs2012-06-01 08:38 pm
mansionstaff) wrote in smash_logs2012-06-01 08:38 pm
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits, I hope you have found a friend
Who: Whoever!
What: GRADUMACATION AND PROMS
When: The evening of June 2nd
Where: Das Stadium
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
One might find the stadium a little hot and humid for those used to a spring graduation ceremony. This fine evening the Academy is experiencing its first hints of summer, a warm breeze providing relief to those who would sit on the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.
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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.
HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.
Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!
What: GRADUMACATION AND PROMS
When: The evening of June 2nd
Where: Das Stadium
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
One might find the stadium a little hot and humid for those used to a spring graduation ceremony. This fine evening the Academy is experiencing its first hints of summer, a warm breeze providing relief to those who would sit on the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.
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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.
HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.
Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!
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So what was the deal with the grey lady getting so snippy? The Magnemite-thing was actually being pretty polite. And look at that big blue eye! Adorable! Why would anyone possibly want to be mean to that cute little guy, huh? "Hey, whoa, rude!" Lyra piped up. "Look at that poor little baby! It's all sad and alone and it doesn't even have any hands!"
She knelt down at the edge of the crater, debating between an inherent need to catch 'em all and not particularly wanting to get close to something that was probably still a zillion degrees after its brief stint as a meteor. (Yeah, that's right, Mac. STEEL-TYPES ARE WEAK AGAINST FIRE YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS THING'D BE HOT.) "Hey, little guy, it's okay! Really! We'll help you out," she cooed, in the same sort of baby-talk voice one would use on a puppy who had gotten its head stuck in something ridiculous.
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Nevermind the fact that Her presence didn't make sense. He was obviously not underground. There was obviously no ceiling for Her to hang from, so where was the voice coming from? Wheatley couldn't quite see from his place at the bottom of the crater, and his eye darted frantically back and forth, searching for the robotic entity that was most certainly going to murder him.
The second voice, however, knew what was what. If he could get that human on his side, maybe he'd have a chance to escape the crater unscathed.
"Yes! That's right! Very much...sad and alone down here and would--would very much like to be out of this crater and as far away from Her as possible. Please."
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And then the random girl on the side of her starting talking and interrupted her thoughts. She visibly scoffs. "Poor baby? Don't be absurd. I know all about that moron, believe me. The only thing poor about him is his IQ." once that ever-so-nice comment was spoken, GLaDOS wasted no time getting inside the crater. Once she was standing above Wheatley, she tested how hot the metal was and...for some reason...it seemed to have complete cooled off.
Which is fine with her.
She picked up the sphere, so that his one glowing blue optical would meet her two golden ones. "Hello Wheatley. It's been a long time."
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"I am NOT--"
The kneejerk protest, however, died in his vocal processor as She hefted him out of the crater with Her...hands? What. Hands. Why did She have hands what was going on what sort of hellish experiment was this--?
"Oh my god, you look terrible! What happened to you?"
Saying something like that to all-powerful AI was probably not the best idea, but Wheatley couldn't help it. He'd never found humans to be aesthetically pleasing, and hearing Her voice come out of one was just bizarre in all sorts of ways. It was enough for him to momentarily forget about his impending doom.
Momentarily being the key word.
At the very least, his new elevated status allowed him to get a better look at the source of the other voice. With his glowing iris shrinking to a white dot, Wheatley fixed his cracked lens on the girl, his entire hull shaking in apparent fear.
"Hey--hey, tiny human, a little help? Maybe?"
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"Don't touch him missy. He's a bad guy for sure."
He spun about his management rail, frustrated he was so far away from the action. So frustrated he in fact, slid backwards on it and then thrust himself forward, popping off the rail, sailing out the door and rolling gently on the grass.
Okay... so maybe his aim was a little off--he was barely closer to the crater. Better than before, though.
"I'll punch 'im back to space where he belongs--One two, bam! just like that. Just say the word, Rick'll be there."
From his spot on the grass.
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HER HEARTSTRINGS
MELTING EVERYWHERE
Just look at that little thing! Shaking and helpless like a damsel in the clutches of a fearsome dragon! "Whoa, lady, you're scaring him!" Lyra could not possibly turn away from a soul in need. What, exactly, the dealie was between these two was a giant sparkling mystery to her, but a true ally of justice never abandons a Pokemon-looking-thingy in need!
"I dunno if he's, like, your robot ex-boyfriend or something, but look at him! No way he's a..." Cue a puzzled look over her shoulder at the other round thing (when did it fall off the rail thing?). "...bad guy? Seriously? I mean, come on! He's helpless and bitty and he's probably wicked sore from falling outta the sky! Don't go picking on him, or I'm coming down there!"
Another pause.
"Um... do you maybe need me to roll you over here, green round thing?"
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"Yes. I am aware of this, Moron. This school forced me into this body." her grip on him tightens. "Say. Speaking of which, do you remember who also forced me into another body? Or rather, a potato." she stops, acting as if she really needs to think.
"I do. His name began with a 'Wheat', ended with a 'ley'. Wasn't very bright. Was annoying. And stupid." a pause, as if she's thinking. "Hmmm...who do we know that fits that role."
"Ah, right. You." She pauses yet again, letting that sick in. "You know, some people would spend their entire existence trying to make you pay for that. Luckily for you, I'm not that kind of person."
"Because I won't try. I'll succeed."
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HIM.
AS.
HER BOYFRIEND.
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"You. Did you really just insinuate that this Moron..." shows Wheatley off. "...would be my boyfriend? Because if so, that is the single dumbest thing I've ever heard come out of a human's mouth before. The only relationship I have with him is wanting him to die a slow painful death for ruining my facility and almost killing me."
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Sure enough, what Lyra said set GLaDOS off. Rick wiggled his handle bars a bit in the robot equivalent of an eyebrow raise, silently begging to be picked up. And despite the fact GLaDOS was about to rip Lyra a new asshole, he continued to (perhaps at the same time as GLaDOS) have a conversation with her.
"Name's Rick, by the way... Round green thing is kind of unflattering. Leoittarius. What's yours?"
Name and sign, Lyra. Inquiring minds would like to know.
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