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goneawayworld2020-06-09 10:37 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2020-06-09 10:37 pm
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Corona [OPEN]
Who: The New Hires and Planker
What: Fun
Where: The Gym
When: Post-plot.
Warnings/Notes: Foul language from Planker.
The first warning the New Hires have is that some of them quietly get pulled aside by various members of the staff before training even starts. Not only does this mean that some of the personnel had to wake up extra early, already a warning sign, but they don't mention why. They just take a few key people aside.
The second warning is when Planker walks in, whistling a cheerful tune and wearing a smile like a man with a three foot erection. "All right, you miserable fucking reprobates! Big Daddy Planker has heard your complaints about his training methods. Pity the Princess got transferred out, she could feel the love today." He paces in front of the assembled crew, doing his best to show off every little tooth. "And, believe you me, that's the only love that exists for you little shits! God doesn't love you, He's dead! I killed Him! He came upon me in His divine glory while I was showering and didn't duck fast enough when I turned around to face Him! And if you anorchous shit-stuffers don't want to be buried in the same fucking hole, you'll straighten those fucking backs and pay attention!"
He snaps his fingers, directing everyone's attentions to a series of chambers. Clear material forms the walls and the rest promises an obstacle course. "This is your obstacle course! And you are mine! I have permission to keep you here until I get bored! And if that means you blowzy copremetics will all get through this course." He slams his hand against one of the walls, then jabs a finger at the first person to catch his attention. "That means you, filth! Mount that wall, put some effort into it, and go! You! Join them!"
The course is an exercise in sadism, as only Planker could imagine. There are seven chambers.
After about the third person starts to go through, Planker will press a button. At that point, the chambers will rise up, revealing wheels, and start to move about the gym in swift circles, controlled via his remote, designed to throw the people inside off-balance and remove any illusion of stable footing. To add salt to the wound, there are cameras in every chamber, capturing every possible humiliation for editing and presenting to whoever Planker sees fit later on.
[[Obviously you don't have to participate. Your character was taken aside for some reason. Otherwise, you can either have your characters run through, react to, or simply have them talk about being forced to undergo this new, improved obstacle course later.]]
What: Fun
Where: The Gym
When: Post-plot.
Warnings/Notes: Foul language from Planker.
The first warning the New Hires have is that some of them quietly get pulled aside by various members of the staff before training even starts. Not only does this mean that some of the personnel had to wake up extra early, already a warning sign, but they don't mention why. They just take a few key people aside.
The second warning is when Planker walks in, whistling a cheerful tune and wearing a smile like a man with a three foot erection. "All right, you miserable fucking reprobates! Big Daddy Planker has heard your complaints about his training methods. Pity the Princess got transferred out, she could feel the love today." He paces in front of the assembled crew, doing his best to show off every little tooth. "And, believe you me, that's the only love that exists for you little shits! God doesn't love you, He's dead! I killed Him! He came upon me in His divine glory while I was showering and didn't duck fast enough when I turned around to face Him! And if you anorchous shit-stuffers don't want to be buried in the same fucking hole, you'll straighten those fucking backs and pay attention!"
He snaps his fingers, directing everyone's attentions to a series of chambers. Clear material forms the walls and the rest promises an obstacle course. "This is your obstacle course! And you are mine! I have permission to keep you here until I get bored! And if that means you blowzy copremetics will all get through this course." He slams his hand against one of the walls, then jabs a finger at the first person to catch his attention. "That means you, filth! Mount that wall, put some effort into it, and go! You! Join them!"
The course is an exercise in sadism, as only Planker could imagine. There are seven chambers.
- The first room seems simple enough, you simply have to run across. But the floor moves, like treadmills, and each segment is in an opposite direction. When the participant hits the floor an ear-piercing siren starts blaring, increasing in volume with every fall and not ceasing until the course is completed.
- The second room is a mud crawl under rows of concertina wire that snags and catches at the clothing, with stinging insects there to hurry people along. If the poor unfortunate is too slow, tear gas starts to fill the room.
- The third room has a set of irregular monkey bars, but they've been greased. It's set above a three foot pit filled with mouse traps straining to go off.
- The fourth room has, dangling from strings, chattering stun guns at various heights. There are sparking hurdles, as well, wrapped in barbed wire to snag at any clothing and drag people in to the electrified bars. Three double-sided cattle prods rotate like ceiling fans, threatening anyone who gets too close. To add to the stupidity, the floor is covered in tires.
- The fifth room brings them to a ball pit! But some of the balls are electroshock grenades. Some are glue bombs. And some of them are flashbangs. Both are set to go off on contact.
- The penultimate room has air rams that go off as the participant drags a dummy (or their partner. Or the previous, possibly unconscious, runner.) through, blasting powerfully enough to knock a man off of his feet. To make things worse, giant strips of fly paper stretch across the room, snaring anyone unfortunate enough to get caught.
- The seventh, and final, room has something different. Carrying a tool box, the participant has to dash up a spiraling ramp that has alternating barrels and greased ball bearings dropping down at regular intervals. At the end, they have to solve a puzzle and disarm a bomb. If they fail to do it in time, the 'bomb' goes off. Unfortunately for them, Planker isn't allowed to use a real bomb. Instead, the box underneath the bomb springs open, revealing an enraged skunk.
After about the third person starts to go through, Planker will press a button. At that point, the chambers will rise up, revealing wheels, and start to move about the gym in swift circles, controlled via his remote, designed to throw the people inside off-balance and remove any illusion of stable footing. To add salt to the wound, there are cameras in every chamber, capturing every possible humiliation for editing and presenting to whoever Planker sees fit later on.
[[Obviously you don't have to participate. Your character was taken aside for some reason. Otherwise, you can either have your characters run through, react to, or simply have them talk about being forced to undergo this new, improved obstacle course later.]]
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Not that she likes Karkat or Dave or wants to help anyone, really. Totally.
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Karkat's off and running.
"Not only did Planker put in a solid bid to kill us today, but now I'm gonna have to explain to whatever awful department gives a shit about this that a pissy cat girl ripped my shirt. What's the punishment for that? Three sweeps hard labor?"
He throws his arms in the air in a sudden overblown caricature of excitement. "Then again, maybe they'll be ecstatic! A hot, fresh opportunity to find an even more flap-fondlingly asinine way to spell my fucking name! I don't know what bulge-huffing dipshit wields the embroidery needle of ignominy on this rig, but you might just be their new lord and savior!"
He's gone well past being fair here. Karkat's scrappy, petulant, stressed out brand of unfairness is tangling with the bigger, measured, calculated unfairness of the company, and anything that comes close to that mess is getting bitten.
Karkat pulls his knees up and in and presses his face into them.
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"You're so pathetic." Catra sneers at Karkat. Her anger is cold and icy now, having moved past the flare of white-hot rage that came with Karkat's seeming ingratitude.
"Are you going to cry? Is that what this is? You're going to yell at me over shit that isn't my fault and then what? Sit here and cry about it?" She pushes herself up to her feet, unconsciously making herself larger so that she can stand over Karkat, hands on her hips. For the moment, she can forget that she stinks and that she's tired and indulge in pure, mean-spirited vitriol at someone who, let's be honest, doesn't deserve it.
"We're all in the same shitty place dealing with the same fucking shitty people so don't take out your hurt fucking feelings on me just because I tried to do something nice for you. At least cry about it somewhere I don't have to hear it!"
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"What about this shit exactly isn't your fault? Let's get hyper specific here and pretend we exist in a vacuum vis a vis the Planker situation."
He unfolds an arm from around his legs and gestures at the rest of the room in a weirdly conversational fashion for the circumstances.
"I was doing just hunky fucking dory until somebody got it into her weird alien cat girl head to manhandle my already woefully abused torso and tear my fucking clothes."
His lip curls a little.
"From where I'm sitting, listening to my gastric suffering seems like a completely well-earned and just reward."
On the one prong, this is all petty as hell and nobody is having a good time or benefiting from it. On the other prong, it's... a familiar kind of aggravation? Getting in a completely stupid shitfight about things you can't fix in a situation everyone hates is almost home-y? What a fucked up feeling that is.