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.]

Comments

[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..."