CAMPING OUTSIDE

[saw_a_deer]

Who: Anyone outside the academy!
What: GLaDOS locked down the school...but what about the people not inside?
Where: ...outside the school.
When: From the beginning of the lockdown (the 13th) until the end of it.
Warnings: Shenanigans.

It had been a few hours since GLaDOS had locked down the school and while it was pretty damn obvious to those inside that something very sinister was going on, the outside of the school showed no signs of anything odd. As it was, the academy looked pretty much the same on the outside. However, for some reason or another there was, in fact, a metal shed that seemed out of place in back of the academy. Anyone who had been here before would realize it was a new addition.

Also...for some strange reason...there was a wheat field near the school. Huh...thing you'd think someone would have noticed that.

[ooc: Alright, I was told that people wanted a log for those who weren't inside the school during the time of the event, whether it be they weren't here when it started, or that they left before it did. Either way, feel free to do whatever here until the school reopens.]

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[maskxdemasque]

Ron had been pacing around, wondering what he should do about this. Had it been any longer, he might have actually put that cell phone he was holding to use and called his wife to tell her what was up. (In the meantime, he just had the number sitting up on the screen. Waiting.) Edgeworth caught his attention but nearly scared him to death in the process.

"Eeeep!" he squeaked. The thief took a moment to catch his breath, letting out a long sigh. "W-W-Work here? Yes! Yes, of course I do! I'm a security guard! ...Er. Actually, no. That's wrong. I can't claim that I'm working here yet since I just arrived in hopes of reclaiming a job I had once before, but I haven't actually been granted the position, as I haven't talked to the headmaster..."

[tank_rockarms]

As Ron Stoppable or whatever he was named was dithering off into nothingness (a common occurrence; most of his outgoing personality traits had gone into his swirly hairstyle), a sea-foam green round disk appeared out of nowhere above his head.

It swirled lazily, soaking in the rays of the sun for a few precious moments, until it discharged its cargo. It's cargo was one (1) Maximilian Justice Powers (Max), who was a couple of days late. It seems that Celebi, in her infinite kindness, decided to spare Max the embarrassment of not being able to fire a portal gun, and dropped him off two days later than normal. This was going to put a kink in Max's plans.

But I digress.

A giant wall of muscles and blue hair and soot and leather apron is falling out of the heavens and landing on top of the married man with the cinnamon-bun hair.

[maskxdemasque]

Oh. Oh no. He was too young to die. He didn't have life insurance. What is that thing.

There is no time for asking questions because all Ron could do was gawk, wide-eyed, at his inevitable fate. He didn't even have enough time to plan an escape or scream or anything, because it was too late, and he was squashed underneath the massive Max dude. Ouch.

[un_worthy]

There was something that seemed... Distressing about letting a man like Ron work security. Like he was a disaster or a lawsuit waiting to happen. ...And with an unmatched swiftness, Fate took Edgeworth up on this offer and dumped a gorilla on the poor man.

Now, Miles Edgeworth had heard, seen, and explained away some pretty ridiculous things in his time. He had been kidnapped by a giant blue badger, unlocked magical invisible spirit locks with the power of a glowing rock, and stumbled upon dead bodies in his office/an airplane elevator/the trunk of his car/et cetera. But this... What... THIS...

"Wh-what on earth--!?" He hurried his way over to help because it was entirely likely to Edgeworth that the man he'd been trying to talk to had just been snapped in half like a twig. "...Are you alright?"

And so like a true gentleman he tried to help the two of them to their feet.

[tank_rockarms]

Poor Ronald Delightful -- smashed to death by a metric ton of blue (blue!) chest hair.

Miles Edgeworth, you are not strong enough to hoist Max's thigh up, let alone his rest of him. But it is so nice that you are trying to help.

Max manages to stagger to his feet, hopefully not breaking most of the swirl-haired-lad's ribcage in the process.

"What the hell," Max managed to get out.

What the hell, indeed.

[maskxdemasque]

Ron feared that if he took a breath that he might realize just how much this actually hurt, and perhaps discover a broken rib or three. A scrawny man like himself was not meant to hold the weight of a guy this heavy. It just shouldn't happen, ever, but it did, and now it was time to face the consequences. Breathing had to happen eventually; he inhaled sharply.

"Ooooooh..." he groaned. All he knew was that he was hurting everywhere and this was not how he expected his first day back to go. The ground was simultaneously his friend and his enemy at the moment, so he neglected to look up to Edgeworth.

"I'm... ...f-fine..." he uttered quietly, but he wasn't sure this was the case himself.

[un_worthy]

Well the key word was "try." A blue ogre can probably take care of himself.

"You don't sound fine," Edgeworth's concern was pretty genuine but his words were stilted -- almost like he was having some major issues processing what he had just witnessed, or something. "Do I need to call you an ambulance?"

As he pulled out his cell phone he paused, as if forgetting something important. "And you," he pointed at Max, "Explain yourself."

[tank_rockarms]

Max reached down and with one hand picked up Ronald McDonald and set him on his feet. He was probably 100% totally ready for that action for sure.

"You alright? I'm real sorry about that. I, uh, that ain't ever happened before. I uh... fell through a time warp and I guess I came out on top of you. That ain't ever happened before," the jolly blue giant said to both Princess-Leia Hair and Flippy McGiantbangs.

Oh well then, a time warp. That's sensible.

[maskxdemasque]

Ready or not, Ron was in for a surprise once he was lifted from the ground and set on his feet. He groaned, his breath hitching as he looked about him with a hint of disorientation. ...Well, at least that proved that his legs were okay, at the very least, but he didn't look very steady on his feet.

Mr. DeLite just stood there, dizzy and clutching his sides as if he didn't know what else to do. He let out a steady sigh and winced. "N-N-No... Ahh... Um... I'm definitely alright...! Err, no, maybe not." Ron's fingers pressed against his sides idly as he spoke, evoking another great flinch as he inhaled sharply. "Oooooooh, no, no, m-maybe... Ahh..."