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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.
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Tucker's not partial to turns of phrase like bless her heart, but frankly, bless her heart. ]
Meh, I'll give that a C+. If you can't get it to break, it should at least hit someone when you throw it.
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Oh. Well, I think I can get some help.
[Using her brooch, she summons her dog Brown in the form of a hard light hologram.]
Go, Brown!
[The dog barks, but upon receiving such a broad and vague order, he doesn't exactly grasp what he's supposed to do and just starts biting Tucker's leg instead.]
Oh! Brown, no! Bad boy! I'm so sorry!
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Ow, what the fuck! Does your dog have a problem with demanding a union rep or what?!
[ Mustn't... kick animal... must not do it, it's just a dog, save the kicking for tables, you can do it, Tucker. ]
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[Commands Jennifer in what she believes is an angry tone, which is actually more of the type of voice one does while talking to a baby. The dog sits and directly looks at her, wagging its tail.
Jennifer looks around and finds a piece of meat. She wiggles it while getting closer to the kitchen, then throws it in. Brown quickly jumps in, messing up the place making pots and pans of every kind fall and make metallic clanging noises.]
Good boy!
[She turns to Tucker.]
He's going to be confused with these mixed signals, that is not good boy behaviour.
[She nods solemnly, then remembers that Brown just bit him.]
Sorry about that. I can turn him into a chair, if you want.
[A moment of 'silence' follows, if you don't count the aforementioned horrible clanging sounds.]
...I won't be able to ask him to sit, because, well...
[She shrugs awkwardly.]
But he's still useful! He still barks, and walks, and sniffs, and all the rest.
[Beat.]
One time he bit me.
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Wow. ]
You can turn your dog... into a chair. [ Yep. No goddamn sense.
This is actually extremely like the vibe back home. He knows that, because he's standing here in the middle of chaotic bullshit wondering if this is how normal-brand Wash feels all the time. It doesn't get more familiar than that. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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.]