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goneawayworld2021-04-22 08:47 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-22 08:47 pm
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It's Honestly a Terrible Plan
Who: Almost everyone
What: Dan uses his stripper powers for good, Stacia teaches everyone a brainhack, just about everyone throws a riot. Operation Honeyplank is a go.
Where: All around the Rig
When: After some network plotting.
Warnings/Notes: Attempted seduction, brain hacking, violence, likelihood of swearing.
The Rig is large and city-like enough that it never truly sleeps, and that is all the more true now that it's disgustingly humid all the time. It's the last dinner shift and even the workaholic execs are starting to call it a night, but the ambient noise keeps everyone aware that there's still life all around them, that the Rig is something of an organism as much as a vehicle.
In the mess hall, people are starting to clear off their plates and the hires on bus duty are wiping down tables. Some are lingering around the tables chit-chatting, mostly speculating about just how cruel and dangerous Planker's new obstacle test, which he boasted about to them at the end of their last session, is going to be tomorrow. Some are on chore duty and doing dishes. Some are starting to head back to their rooms.
And others are setting up to, as Madonna says, start causing a commotion.
What: Dan uses his stripper powers for good, Stacia teaches everyone a brainhack, just about everyone throws a riot. Operation Honeyplank is a go.
Where: All around the Rig
When: After some network plotting.
Warnings/Notes: Attempted seduction, brain hacking, violence, likelihood of swearing.
The Rig is large and city-like enough that it never truly sleeps, and that is all the more true now that it's disgustingly humid all the time. It's the last dinner shift and even the workaholic execs are starting to call it a night, but the ambient noise keeps everyone aware that there's still life all around them, that the Rig is something of an organism as much as a vehicle.
In the mess hall, people are starting to clear off their plates and the hires on bus duty are wiping down tables. Some are lingering around the tables chit-chatting, mostly speculating about just how cruel and dangerous Planker's new obstacle test, which he boasted about to them at the end of their last session, is going to be tomorrow. Some are on chore duty and doing dishes. Some are starting to head back to their rooms.
And others are setting up to, as Madonna says, start causing a commotion.
no subject
[She smiles like this is a casual conversation she would have during a tea party.]
...By the way, do you know if there is working staff in the kitchen right now?
[Perhaps going from ineffective mug throwing to possibly injuring someone with a holographic dog that everyone knows is hers isn't exactly the smartest course of action, she realizes.]
no subject
[ He can't imagine the alternative. It would probably be kind of kickass to see.
Tucker turns to the side long enough to stick out a foot and trip some middle-management looking type trying to power-walk towards the exit. After months of Jorgmund being Jorgmund, this is honestly pretty cathartic. ]
And who cares if there are? We're making trouble. That's like the whole thing we're doing. Better the kitchen than my leg.
tw blood/injury
[She ponders a bit over what her next move should be, and when Tucker trips a person from the staff, she concludes that she should attack them. She squeezes her eyes closed and proceeds to strike. With a fork.]
Did I...Did I do it?
[The blood and the horrible pained screaming suggests that yes, she did indeed do it, she stabbed them in the eye.]