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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawayworld2020-06-22 01:32 am

EASY LIKE SATURDAY MORNING


easy like saturday morning


PLOT DESCRIPTION
Disaster strikes a small town as their Stuff storm warning system fails and their TVs mysteriously get TV signals with children's shows and commercials. Born from the imaginations of the children, Stuff beings rampage through the town. The group must face surreal versions of children's toys and cartoon characters and stop their rampage long enough to help the town evacuate to the rig.

The group must face off against threats like a kaiju Barney the Dinosaur and the terrifying Sensational Six gang - the post-apocalyptic end result of a child watching Disney while his teenage brother was reading novels from the grimdark series Deathaxer 50,000.

PROMPTS

Some towns have found ways to survive in the Wilds. The town of Providence figured out that creating some distance between Stuff and people allowed them to weather Stuff storms with very little creation of monsters, and created a system of bunkers and safe rooms where people take refuge when Stuff storms come. A thorough system of watchers, cameras, sirens, and other equipment allowed for enough warning for people to take refuge every time it's necessary.

But a strange confluence of events just happened in Providence: the warning system failed somehow, TVs caught signals from Jorgmund networks instead the local station, and a Stuff storm swept through the town just as a plethora of children's programming was broadcast. The end result is complete mayhem, as cartoons and children's show characters go on a rampage. The imagination of the children is also animating their toys, creating widespread chaos.

A massive Barney the dinosaur, at least 80 feet tall, smashes buildings, while fighting against an equally massive apatosaurus, Littlefoot's mother. A pyrokinetic Elmo throws his arms up and fires spring up in buildings behind him. Looney Toons summon anvils that people need to dodge, not realizing or caring that the rules of physics are different here. A 30-feet tall Bob the builder tries futiley to fix crumbling buildings, sobbing "Can we fix it? No we can't."

In this chaos, the people that live here are trying to escape with their lives as their town is trashed around them. They need protection from out of control toys and cartoons, as well as rescue from collapsing buildings and fires.

They need help. Either these cartoons and toys must be destroyed or the townspeople need to be safely evacuated.

a) dream house

You don't remember how you got here. There was some kind of touch to your shoulder or back by by a perfectly manicured hand and you magically zonked out, caught up in her power.

You find yourself in a beautifully-curated pink-themed home in a fluffy down duvet-covered bed. Unfortunately, you're tied to it - and the person in charge is a bizarrely-proportioned blonde woman with a sledgehammer.

She looks uncanny, like she's not quite entirely human, but not quite entirely toy, her proportions unnatural.

"I am so sorry we had to meet like this," she says perkily. "But as a meet-cute, isn't it romantic?"

It's not. It's very much not.

"You see, I had to give up on love myself. Ken and I just didn't see eye to eye," Barbie says, "And now he can't see anything."

She gestures to them both.

"But you two would make a perfect couple," she coos. "If I can't find love on my own, the next best thing is playing matchmaker! You'll make a perfect couple for my dream house."

She hefts up the hammer.

"So hold still!"

Move fast and your ankles will thank you!

But don't expect her to be easy to defeat. She's handy with that hammer. She's been a construction worker before (along with many many other professions). Knives turn away from plastic-like skin when she's stabbed, knock her head off and she'll put it back on.

She has had many faces, has the knowledge from myriad professions, and is dangerously hard to kill.

She must be stopped or she'll use her Dreamhouse of horrors to kill again.

b) canceling the apocalypse

Buildings are being destroyed left and right as the massive Barney the dinosaur, 80 feet tall, stomps through the town. A massive apatosaurus is fighting it, trying to stop it from pressing its destructive influence towards a part of town that has more residential areas.

"I can't stop him, he's too strong!" says Littlefoot's mother, as she fails to press him back. Fortunately, even though the New Hires are small, the roofs of nearby buildings provide a good vantage point to attack.

There are also people that need to be rescued from collapsing buildings, fires from broken gas mains, and falling debris.

"Super dee duper!" Barney calls out as he crashes through another building. People in the streets below run screaming.

c) lemme at 'em

One courtyard seems to have been converted to a terrible fighting match arena, where innocent people are sometimes dragged in to fight against various cartoons. Nothing fences them in but some of the brainwashed fighters, creating a wall.

All of them look miserable, like they don't want to be there. If approached, one of the champions of the arena will attack the group, begging them to leave. It might be a large squinting sailor, with massive fore-arms.

"You needs to run," begs Pop-Eye. "Or he'll make us fight as emenies whether we likes it or not!"

But whatever force is controlling Pop-Eye makes him start laughing instead. "A-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah."

The mastermind behind all this? The tiny psychic Great Dane, sitting up on a high makeshift throne.

"You think you can stop me?" the pup cries, holding his hands to his temples. "Have a taste of some pupppppyyyy pooower!"

He'll use his psychic powers to direct his various assorted cartoon and children's show champions to fight against the New Hires, against their own will.

d) gak attack

Smush it, twist it, bubble it, mix it! What is Nickelodeon gak?

Usually it's not a massive green blob slowly taking over an entire block but right now it is. The blob is acidic, melting the flesh of anything living it absorbs into it, and alive enough to occasionally whip out tendrils to snag people trying to flee.

The blob can be fought with a variety of things, ranging from fire, freezing, electricity, and even caustic household chemicals that are extremely basic in nature like the lye in oven cleaner. Even a small amount can poison the blob and cause large portions of it to turn to ash.

But even those that can't fight it can use their powers and abilities to evacuate people from its path.

e) doo-dah

They're perched in many places, like actual birds. Any hostile architecture has been ripped off trees and other perching spots and thrown to the ground.

At first they're silent but any time there is movement and sound their glowing eyes snap open and and look in the direction it came from.

"Doo-dah oo-nye may-may kah doo?" they ask, and then they start to speak to each other in a call and response.

"Uh-oh." "uh-oh."

And then they attack, sailing through the air despite how they shouldn't be able to fly, razor beaks snapping. They attack the New Hires and anyone they're trying to help.

f) wild card

The chaos in Providence can take many forms: Looney Tunes dropping anvils on real people. Areas where rubber monsters wreak havoc and New Hires will now find they can transform to Power Rangers, only able to attack by calling out attack names. An area where Lamb Chop chases people with an axe. The ninja turtles needing help fighting Shredder and the Foot clan so innocent people can escape. An area where Statler and Waldorf throw shade at the New Hires' heroics from a window balcony Doooh ho ho ho ho. An area where Smurfs swarm anyone that passes by, tying them to the ground Lilliputian style, speaking to each in a language that seems to only consist of the word "Smurf." A bomb that can only be disarmed by reaching level 20 on a Bop It. ("Bop it! Twist it! Pull it!")

The only things the New Hires don't see are the main Mickey gang. They're being careful about whether or not they're seen.

For now.

OOC DETAILS

Players can draw from any canon or toy as long as a PC character is currently not from that canon in game. For larger canons, like Disney, only the specific franchise can't be used. So Disney princesses are fine, but not animated Toy Story toys. For canons like Marvel, the characters are a little more recognizable across adaptations so Marvel can't be used.

This is a multi-part plot. A later part will involve the Mickey gang, so the mods request they not be used.

Other than those limitations, players are free to do anything they like, including creating areas where certain childhood games or cartoon physics apply. Some of the animated toys and characters will be malevolent but some will be benevolent and seeking help fighting against something dangerous.

Feel free to ask questions in the question top-level below.
tarnishedavenger: (Default)

[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-06-23 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
F: Before the Wackiness

Armstrong was... Well. In his proper uniform, his VIPER uniform, he certainly cut a figure. He'd spent much of the trip over going over his gear, making sure it was all in one piece. His helmet, his jetpack, some kind of sci-fi pistol and a rifle that definitely didn't seem like it belonged to the far future world of 2010. Before they'd headed out, he'd done a headcount. Pulled aside anyone who looked nervous to try to reassure them.

And now they were driving into this mess. And what a mess, pop culture gone mad. He hadn't seen anything like this since the last time he was forced to go into the Faerie. One last check, driving his knife back into its sheath, and he's standing. "All right. This isn't going to be a cakewalk, but if we keep on our toes and keep our heads straight, we'll be fine. I'm going to be floating through Providence, helping where I can. I've tied my helmet radio into Jorgmund's comm frequencies, so give me a yell if you need help. I'll drop on them like a ton of bricks. Stay in groups, watch each other's backs, and we'll all be driving back soon enough."

He pulls his helmet on, his voice picking up some slight electronic distortion now.

"Destroying the enemy's one of the objectives, but keep in mind that our first priority should be getting those people to safety."
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-06-30 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Placeholder, since I'm setting a thread before the other prompts. I'm setting up all the prompts under this post.]
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closed to Sam

[personal profile] rootinest 2020-06-30 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[They put him in tiny little combat fatigues that he has off before the transport even gets them outside the town they're supposed to save. (They need to just stop with this weird clothes nonsense.)]

[When they get there, everything is pure chaos, and there are enough people around that his first instinct is to hide. So he lets the nearest big teammate know he's doing it, and where he's hiding, assures Buzz that Buzz needs to go off and do what he can to help and that he can't waste his time keeping an eye on him. And then he hides.]

[What can he do in the face of all this? He isn't like Buzz, with his jetpack and brand new laser. He's small and weak and unable to do a darn thing. He hates it, hates facing a conflict too big for him to take on. But the best thing he can do is stay out of the way.]

[But then two things change everything.]

[First, he finds the toy horse. It's a large one about the size of a small dog - close to Buster's size. A little taller even than the dachshund. It's been animated by...whatever is going on and skittish, racing around the alley Woody's tucked himself away in, unable to find an exit that doesn't have people running, screaming, and fighting. He catches it by the reins and manages to calm it down so it doesn't run out and get crushed.]

Easy now, easy. Ssh, it's okay. It's okay.

[It isn't really alive the way Bullseye is, not intelligent at all, but it's alive enough, reacting to someone trying to calm it down by no longer rearing up and whinnying in fear. It recognizes that Woody is one of the few types of people it's meant to be with: cowboys, cowgirls, or preteen girls who daydream about telepathic bonds with ponies.]

[He's a cowboy so it settles and decides it's now a non-telepathic cowboy's horse, easy as that. The horse of a cowboy is not thrown by action, by gunfire, by explosions or crashing buildings. He gets it to hide with him behind a wooden pallet propped against the alley wall and it simmers down a bit.]

I'm going to name you...Blackjack. [He rubs her muzzle. It's a good, proper cowboy horse name.] It's okay, girl, I know everything is scary right now. Even to me.

[First he discovers the horse, then a situation happens that causes him to discover what he can do. Rubble crashes down, blocking off one end of the alley. The woman who makes an unfortunate mistake by picking that alley to hide in is bloody, a graze wound on her cheek bleeding down her neck. Another one on her bicep stains her dress. She's carrying children, one in each arm. It's remarkable that she's strong enough to hold them both and run that fast - they're both at least four or five years-old, almost too big to be carried. But Woody supposes that strength must come from love.]

[She's brown-haired, brown eyed, and wearing a blue dress.]

[That she only looks like a certain Disney character is enough, because some things today are about the shape of stories rather than the real thing. The man that stalks menacingly down the alley after her is armed with a musket. When she reaches the dead end, she puts her children down and puts them behind her, shielding them with her body.]

["Please, please I'm not who you think! I'm not -"]

["Don't try to play mind games with me, Belle. Your feeble female mind has no chance against the brain of a spectacular specimen such as myself." The black-haired man in old-timey clothing is massive, one of the tallest, brawniest men Woody's ever seen. He has biceps larger than grapefruits.]

["I'm not her! I'm not her, I swear -"]

["You'll pay for siding with that monster."]

["I'll do - I'll do whatever you want, just please let my kids go," she sobs. "Please. Please."]

["When that beast is probably their father? No chance. I bet they've got nasty little tails they're hiding, don't they."]

[Where he hides behind the pallet, Woody's eyes widen. Maybe - maybe he can trip him or - or distract him somehow. Get his feet caught up in his pull cord? He'll probably get torn to shreds - the man looks strong enough he could probably rip a phone book in half. But maybe it'll be enough for her to get her kids away.]

[He breathes out a little sigh of relief when he sees another crew member step into the alley. They haven't met but he saw him on the transport in.]
Edited 2020-06-30 12:59 (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Look up)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-06-30 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fatigues aren't so bad for Sam. They're still a bit too short in the leg, but that's what happens when you don't really size your clothes with stupid long legs in mind. Still, they're closer the the overalls and that's what Sam's going with.]

[Plunging directly into the weirdness from the transport is actually almost comforting. He's used to the weird shit that nobody in his world ever sees. And this isn't even the first time that he's had to deal with the whole fairy tales and toys coming to life thing.]

[It makes him miss Dean fiercely, though. More than he already had been.]

[He runs straight into things, breaking off from the others to start working his way through the town, getting people out of harm's way as much as he can. A collapsing building is how he finds out about his telekinesis being back, which is...not something he really wants to think about just yet. Eventually, he'll deal with the impending worry about the state of his soul and humanity, but that's for future Sam to deal with.]

[It's the kids crying that pulls his attention to the alley, taking the scene in with a glance.]


Disney movies? Really?

[Of course he's seen the movie, though. Which is why he runs forward, tackling the guy with a faint, sing song refrain.] No one's such an incredible dick like Gaston.

[Distract him. Let the lady and her kids get away. That's the main thing on his mind right now.]
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-06-30 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sam seems to be doing well, until he isn't. Gaston is supernaturally strong thanks to all the Stuff mojo going on. The massive burly man starts elbowing at Sam sharply, taking after his example and singing, each elbow thrown with emphasis.]

["No ooonnnnne kills like Gaston-" Sharp elbow "- causes chills like Gaston -" Another sharp elbow.]

[Sam will be okay.]

[Probably okay.]

[But what if he isn't? This Gaston might get lucky. He seems very strong. But what can he do to help?]

[Woody's hands clench into fists at his sides -]

[And then he suddenly finds there's a golden, glowing rope in his right hand, a lasso that's come out of nowhere, made solid by...what? Thought? Will? Whatever it's made of, it's new, and it's something he can use that might be stronger than his pullcord. It's certainly got more range.]

[Emboldened, Woody comes out from behind the pallet and lassos the thin rope around the man's ankle. Despite the fact he should be able to snap the rope with just a flex, it doesn't snap. Despite the fact he should been so strong Woody should be lifted right off his feet and dragged along, it feels like he's actually got leverage. It's still a monumental effort, it takes all of his strength, and that's only a fraction compared to Sam's, but he jumps in Blackjack's saddle with a "Kyah!" and little kick of plastic spurs. The horse whinnies and runs away from the man's back, pulling him off balance. With a large moose weighing him down from behind and applying leverage, and a foot suddenly yanked out from under him, he goes down hard. He slams his head into the corner of a dumpster on the way down, Sam's weight making the impact count.]

[Deadpan.] No one takes such incredible spills like Gaston.

[Just like that, he's out. Woody brings Blackjack to heel and looks over at the fallen brute, encouraged. Maybe all he can really do is give the occasional assist but at least he can actually do something.]

[Woody jumps out of the saddle again and withdraws the rope. It comes loose from Gaston's foot with a thought.]

Help me lift his head, will ya? I'm gonna loop it around his neck and tie him down close to that sewer grate. So even when he wakes up, he has trouble getting up again.

[(Boy howdy the burly guy they just took down is familiar somehow, but Woody can't quite place him.)]
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[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-06-30 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not like Sam's not used to getting his ass handed to him in close quarters. But usually, he has Dean backing him up. Two on one probably would have been okay.]

[Though, given the way that Gaston bloodies his nose? Maybe not.]

[Still, Sam holds on, waiting for a good moment to get his own shots in. Which doesn't come because something throws Gaston's balance all to hell and nearly takes Sam with him.]

[Sure, he HEARS the 'Kyah!', but has no idea what to make of it.]

[He's just able to keep his own balance, though, and not get thrown into that same corner of the dumpster, only rolling away when it's clear that Gaston is out for the count. He gets back to his feet to find--]

[--A toy cowboy asking for his help.]

[He has Ruby's knife with him. Jorgmund had let him have it back as part of dealing with the current dilemma. But he doesn't go for it immediately. After all, the cowboy's actually helping him.]

[Still.]
So. Are you part of what's going on here or are you from the Rig?

[Sue him. He's been stuck in the library recently, not reading his comm. He's missed a few things.]
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-06-30 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
From the rig. We were actually on the same transport in. At my size, it's easy to get overlooked.

[He and Buzz had wedged themselves under one of the seats, climbing partly into the cargo straps that were all over the interior of the transport to secure themselves in lieu of seatbelts, since the transport was bouncing all over thanks to the bad terrain.]

[He gets the rope ready, creating a nice big loop to slip over Gaston's head as soon as Sam lifts it.]

[In the meantime he looks to the scared woman and her kids. He tips his hat to the woman respectfully, hoping some good manners will put her at ease.]

He's out cold, ma'am. You should leave before he wakes up. There are people setting up evacuations at the edge of town; I'd make my way there if I were you.

[The little girl peeks her head around her mother, points at Woody, and whispers, "Mommy! Mommy! You've got a friend in me!" to her mother.]

Yes you do, little lady.

[He smiles gently. Then he reaches back and tugs on his pull cord. "You're my favorite deputy!" his voice box says. Both the little girl and her brother smile, despite their fear. The mother, still trying to be cautious, looks to Sam, someone who's less likely to be made from Stuff. "Is it true? They're evacuating?"]
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[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-06-30 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Which is the reason that Sam had asked about the Rig. Because he could absolutely see Woody being made from the Stuff. Just...since he's not a villain, he wouldn't have gone that way.]

[Then again, there's a lot of weird stuff happening. He wouldn't put it past the Stuff to make the good guys into bad guys.]

[Still, he offers the woman a smile as he walks over to help her up.]


It's true. There's evacuations happening to the eastern part of town. Everybody we find, we're sending that direction. So if there's somebody you're looking for, they'll likely be there, too.

[He's absolutely calm and charming, things that have always stood him in good stead with his job. The kind of guy you want to talk to when things are weird, or just trust to get out of Dodge, as it were.]

I'd offer to escort you guys there, but I think we're better off out here, keeping these things off your backs. You better move, though. Things seem to be getting weirder out here.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-06-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Dream House

It's not that Remy isn't listening to Barbie. He is. He just has some of his attention on the bonds on his wrists.

He could blow them up. But he kinda tries to make that a last resort thing.

"Now now, mademoiselle. I'm a taken man. Not dat I don' t'ink you're a good matchmaker." He glances over at his fellow captive with a nod and a commiserating smile. "But ma coeur, I doubt she'd be so forgivin' of me, puttin' your matchmakin' skills to de test."

He just needs a few more seconds to get one hand free, then he can blow a hole and get them out of here. He just needs those seconds.

B. Cancelling the Apocalypse

One thing about Barney being 80 feet tall: you don't have to be close in order to observe him.

Remy's been doing some rescuing, but at the moment, he's found a rooftop and is giving some consideration to a plan of attack.

That he's rolling a Jolly Rancher across his knuckles has nothing to do with anything. It's just a not-quite nervous habit as he thinks.

F. Wild Card

Think of anything else you'd like to do? Let's come up with something!
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A.

[personal profile] vampthropologist 2020-06-30 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
His fellow captive has contrived to look amused and irritated all at once. He's a lanky fellow with long dark hair, and his eyes glow red and orange. There's a pair of dark glasses folded neatly on the bedside table by his head. Remy wouldn't have seen him around before.

"And I'm afraid I'm not interested in your, ah, services, madame. The last time I accepted a blind date, it went rather poorly for everyone involved - "

Beckett has been subtly twisting his own wrists as he speaks, working to get his fingers at the right angle. At least his hosts had remembered to feed him before they'd thrown him out into this mess.

" - I'm simply doomed to be an eternal bachelor. Terribly sorry to disappoint." Just a bit further...

"Oh, but you mustn't give up!" Barbie chirps, raising her hammer high once more. "Ken and I couldn't make it work, but that just means you won't make my mistakes!"

The hammer starts to come down.
Edited 2020-06-30 23:20 (UTC)
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[Locked to Woody]

[personal profile] toinfinity_andbeyond 2020-07-03 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[The silly little combat fatigues were never a good idea. The blouse got in the way of Buzz's jetpack and laser, but they still made him wear the pants, which he got rid of as soon as it was clear he had the space to. Why would someone built into his own spacesuit need fatigues?

When they arrive and are dispensed into the chaos, Buzz isn't comfortable leaving Woody, who's refused to allow himself to be armed - but Woody knows how to hide himself, and there are people in need.

People in need that Buzz, suddenly, can actually help.

Even a laser set to "stun" does truly disabling things to an opponent's eye, and on the "lethal" setting - yikes, there's nothing childsafe about that. While he's too small to do any direct non-laser strikes against his enemies, he's also too small and fast for most of them to hit.

This quick-action chaos is not exactly familiar to Buzz as it would be if he were a real Space Ranger . . . but it's not totally foreign, either, especially once a group of refugees is chased down an alley by a gang of living Barrel of Monkeys. Buzz lasers a chain link fence open to give them freedom to run, then zips among the monkeys drawing their fire until every monkey is distracted by having to defend himself from a monkey they've accidentally hit, while also taking retribution on a monkey that accidentally hit them.

This particular chaos has an edge of playtime to it that lets Buzz follow the threats. Nothing is quite surprising him, when he sinks into the same flow that follow his kid's own imagination games - just accounting for actual bloodshed here.

But even he's surprised when catching up with his latest group of refugees, he finds them all standing stock-still, bodies trembling, unable to move even though they have so many directions in which to run, from opponents who are so very, very small -

The brightly colored teddy bears arranged in an arc all have strange, hypnotic patterns shifting on their bellies. The patterns are always uncomfortable to look at, but they're better when they're unrecognizeable - they keep shifting to images that are almost familiar, always in horrible ways. Terrible violence and obscenity is hinted at before each pattern shifts to something unidentifiable, yet still somehow awful and dread-inducing in its formlessness.

"We're here," the bears intone, as one, in voices as light and fluffy as cotton candy, as rainclouds, as the last breath a man breathes before he dies. "To make sure you get the most out of your apocalypse."

"They've got me," a man in the group manages to groan out, through gritted teeth, caught mid-run "Can't - look away - from their stare -"

Buzz, with his plastic eyes, is only partly immune, and he slowly draws his arm up to aim his laser at the lead, a pale blue-furred bear whose belly patterns keep almost forming images of unbelievable violence.

"Give into the power of my Despair Stare," Despair Bear intones, focusing all the weight of its emotional entropy upon Buzz, as he doggedly pulls his laser into position. "For plastic, flesh and cloth, all must give in to time and come to dust."]


Never!
Edited 2020-07-03 12:35 (UTC)
kingofneworleans: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-07-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
So much for plan A.

Remy's hands twist, fingers brushing against the ropes. The room immediately fills with the squeal of energy as the ropes glow with a pinkish-purple light. Which then exploded, causing him to curse under his breath. But it did let him sit up, which had Barbie backing up in surprise.

"Chère, you gotta be learnin' a hard trut' here. Non means non."
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[personal profile] vampthropologist 2020-07-04 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Beckett curses as the light sears his sensitive eyes, leaving him momentarily blinded. Blood surges in his dead veins and his black fingernails lengthen into claws that rip through his bindings.

"That is truly uncalled-for, madam!" he snarls, and lunges towards the place Barbie last was. Unfortunately, he misses. She hits him dead between the shoulderblades with her hammer. It doesn't do more than crack bone - thank heavens his fortitude is still mostly up to snuff - but it does send him flying.

"Damn it - "
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-07-04 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Were the Stuff affecting reality more, jaunty, heroic western music might play. Woody rides up on Blackjack, sees how everyone - including Buzz, are frozen in horror, gets the tiniest glimpse of swirling madness, and averts his gaze.]

Ride like the wind, Blackjack!

[He looks around, sees what they can potentially use, notices something leaning against a dumpster at the front of an alley.]

[He stands up on Blackjack's saddle, carefully balancing there as the horse runs, then he summons up a lasso and swings it, hooking it on some chunks of wood sticking out of the dumpster. He uses the momentum from the ride to swing up and push the mirror down, keeping one hand on it, and rappelling down the side of the dumpster so it doesn't break when he lowers it.]

Buzz! Use the mirror to aim!
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[personal profile] toinfinity_andbeyond 2020-07-04 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The mirror is, of course, angled exactly that when Buzz musters all his willpower and forces his arm down the fraction necessary to reach it, the laser blasts directly through Despair Bear's eye and blasts through three others behind it, before the energy settles in the fourth and ignites the bear in a torrent of oil-smelling flame.

"Befouler Bear! You shall be avenged!" shouts a black-eyed bear weeping continuous black miasma as Despair Bear and co flail in anguish, but when the bear turns its swirling hypnotic belly back Buzz is already free of the others' grip, and meets the angrily weeping toy with a plastic fist to its plastic nose. The bear goes flying back, and as the remaining two turn their hypnotic focus on pinning Buzz immobile, he shouts to the refugees.]


"Run! Left at the stopsign!"

[The humans book it as the bears turn their full hypnotic force on Buzz, who still resists, drawing himself into a defensive stance with every bit of his will, not worried even as the bears begin an ominous chant that causes Miasmia Bear's black tears to flow thicker. They're focusing on the wrong toy, since they're focusing on the toy they can see, while Buzz grins slightly as he looks around to spot his buddy and his backup.]
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-07-04 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Woody cringes when the one bear goes up in flames, but these aren't normal toys. They can't treat them that way. They're eldritch nightmares given flesh, like some of the monsters from Andy's scarier comic books.]

[Woody jumps back onto his horse, behind the mirror, and then there's the tippity tap of plastic hooves clopping as Blackjack breaks into a gallop.]

[Woody and the horse starts to encircle the Despair Bears. The rope that was attached to the wood in the garbage disappears. (Woody has figured out that it seems to get weaker the more he's summoned, and also that he can will it away remotely). He summons another lasso and starts swinging it over his head, then - gazing at the mirror instead of the actual bears - he starts to lasso them one by one. Despite the fact he's a) moving and b) working off a reflection, he doesn't miss a throw and bundles each new rope together in his hands as he goes.]

The only thing you're getting to stare down today is an eyeful of justice!

[He'd have liked to do a better line but he think it sounds appropriately cowboy sheriff, and with how wildly creative Andy had been, he just has to accept there's no way he'll ever top any of Andy's hero cowboy lines. Not in a million years.]

After all they've faced, the people of this town don't deserve any more despair.

[Now that they're tied up and getting toppled off their feet because of the lassos binding them making them lighter, they're distracted enough Buzz should be able to move.]

Buzz, get next to that fence and get ready to give me a boost!

[There's a wooden fence not far from Buzz that has some horizontal wooden rails. He wants to get high enough to get over the second rail.]
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[personal profile] toinfinity_andbeyond 2020-07-04 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Copy that, Cowboy!

[The increasingly distracted bears, torn between their lassoing and their attempts to keep the plastic spaceman locked in place, set up a cry of fury and alarm as Buzz reveals that he's been able to move for minutes now. Their torn focus between him with his finger nearly on his laser and the cowboy lassoing them has prevented them from adequately fixing their attention on either.

Buzz's gas monitor begins screaming an alarm as Miasma Bear's tears of hydrogen sulfide fill the air with a poisonous and flammable stench, but his jet pack is ingeniously built not to ignite a flammable atmosphere, and their toy nature prevents them from being poisoned, or needing to do more than make a face at the smell. Buzz jetpacks to the fence, poised in wait for his part in whatever plan Woody's concocted.]


Prepared for launch!
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-07-04 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry 'bout dat." It's actually not something he always thinks about, even though his powers absolutely did blind him at one point. He's just so used to people knowing to close their eyes at this point that he doesn't always think about it.

The distraction does give Remy a chance to explode the bindings on his ankles as well, though, letting him roll off the bed. He grabs for the nearest thing he can throw, coming up with the alarm clock from the bedside table. It only takes a moment to charge it before he throws it at Barbie. Or, rather, at her hammer. There's more power in the clock than it really needs, but it does the job of taking the hammer head off, which is a good start.
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-07-04 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[His horse can only really give him forward momentum, he needs a little directed upward. He quickly knots the ropes together, climbs up on his saddle again and jumps, relying on Buzz for boost with well-practiced ease. They've gotten giving each other boosts upward down to a science at this point.]

[He scrabbles for a hold, having trouble doing it one handed, but manages to find purchase and kicks his way over the rail The bears all get dragged towards it - and then up the more Woody pulls, all of them crowded together. Woody climbs back to Buzz's side of the fence again under the bottom rung, using it for leverage as he pulls the knotted together cords.]

[It leaves them all stationary, trapped, squeezed against the fence posts and each other, their swirling hypnotic stomachs obscured by the ropes and the bodies of their fellow Despair Bears.]

Buzz, use your laser!

[That smell is getting stronger. He doesn't want to help hurt anyone but if that thing starts releasing poison in the air, kids will be the very first ones to die...]

[One problem. He's not far from the bears. Buzz's jet pack might not be able to ignite things, but the laser...]
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[personal profile] toinfinity_andbeyond 2020-07-04 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Get behind me!

[Buzz shifts in front of Woody and his new horse, before firing his laser - straight into Miasma Bear's flammable, flammable eye.

He's not THAT durable, being made of plastic, but he's still more durable than Woody, and Miasma Bear's face is a perfect :o of panic and surprise as the laser finds its mark -

- and sends them flying back, as the flammable cloud of H2S ignites, exploding all the Despair Bears with it.]
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[personal profile] rootinest 2020-07-04 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[The bears explode and he, Blackjack, and Buzz are almost knocked off their feet but fortunately the gas cloud hadn't expanded too far yet. Still when bundles of fabric, stuffing, and nightmares burn and explode, it's not really something that stays entirely self contained. A few burning scraps of fabric go flying.]

[One lands right on the exposed hand Woody is using to hold the ropes. He lets out a cry, but doesn't let go until it's clear there's not enough left of the bears worth holding onto. The half-second it takes to be sure their enemies are well and truly fried - (and oh, he is going to smell that burnt cotton and bacon smell in his nightmares) - he lets go and shakes off the burning cloth, diving for a nearby puddle to put his hand in. The burn is bad enough the water sizzles and steams a little when he puts it in, not a great sign.]

[The charred hulk of Despair Bear looks at them with plastic eyes melting in its sockets. It speaks to them in a voice that sounds like its dissolving to ash, too. "You, too, were made from decomposition and extinction. Cloth grown from the soil, from life long since dead. Plastic made from ancient decay. From death you came, to death you will someday return. In the end, time comes for us all." Then what's left of the bear's head collapses in on itself and it and its brethren are finally silent.]

[Where he kneels next to the puddle, his hand submerged, Woody's jaw hangs open in horror.]

[It takes him a little while to break the silence.]

Well. I, for one, am not feeling very cared about right now.

[He says it like they were Care Bears that just really failed their jobs. Because he can't think of anything else to say and it was horrifying enough he doesn't want to just leave it at that.]
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[personal profile] vampthropologist 2020-07-04 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Beckett is too busy to hear him. Barbie shrieks with rage when her hammer explodes, hurtling towards the other fellow with the handle raised like a baton. Beckett blinks rapidly, trying to clear the spots from his eyes, and goes for her again. This time he makes contact, claws raking five long paths down her...

Plastic skin? Plastic skin. Of course. Why wouldn't it be. This is all very in keeping with events thus far.

Barbie's head rotates 180 degrees, her painted smile and starry eyes contorting into a frown as she looks at the damage.

"Oh no!" she cries. "My Dior limited edition!"

Lacking any better ideas, Beckett punches her.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-07-04 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, punching her is about the best idea even Remy has.

Well, no. He has another one. But it's not the sort of thing he wants to do lightly. But seeing that she's made of plastic?

It's probably not a great idea. But if they get to Plan F for Fuck All This? It's probably going to be the one they have to go with.

"Y'know what you an' Ken really need, Barbie?" Remy pushes back to his feet, feeling for the bedside table drawer. "T'erapy. Couples. Alone. An' pro'ly a lot of it. 'Cause it's soundin' like you got some seriously unresolved issues, petite."

Drawer open to rummage inside and...nope. That is definitely not what it feels like and he's not giving THAT the slightest bit more thought. Instead, he feels around for another moment before coming up with a handful of plastic coins. Loose change in Barbie's world.

Also ignoring the 180 head spin, because that's just wrong.

Instead, he charges the 'coins' in his hand, holding off on throwing them. "We can do dis de easy way, Barbie. Jus' let us go an' you can have dat complete breakdown you really need 'fore you pick y'self up an' get y'self back together, hein?"

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[personal profile] vampthropologist 2020-07-05 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Beckett is holding his own against the plastic creature, though his claws don't seem much deterrent. They dig in and tear easily enough, but the creature seems to feel no pain whatsoever, even when he rakes across her eye.

"If you're going to help, do it now!" he grunts, as she throws him into a delicate piece of pink and white plastic furniture. "This is harder than it looks!"

Barbie giggles, advancing with torn face and outstretched, stiff-jointed arms.

"What a stubborn thing you are," she says cheerfully. "Don't worry, we'll get that bad attitude sorted out. With a little dreamhouse magic!" She swings again, catching Beckett hard in the jaw. It doesn't break anything, but it does sting like the dickens.

"You awful pink bitch - " he snarls. His eyes glow - he leaps - and then he rips her head off with a sick plastic pop.

But her body keeps moving.

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