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legionmissions2017-03-23 12:30 am
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-03-23 12:30 am
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS - Modplot
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| Fighting Through Storyland
Where| New Metropolis (technically)
When| The same time as "The Spies Who Sprocked Us"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Like many cursed objects, the cursed floppy disk containing Tsarista was unearthed by archaeologists, trying to excavate artifacts related to Earth's heroic history. Mystified as to why it was preserved in a strange container that seemed meant to protect it from corruption, they'd created a makeshift system to try to view the data on the ancient device.
Opening the .txt file of "Troubleshooting Windows '95" on it, opened up the world to a whole lot of trouble.
After breaking free -- and through the roof of the archaeology building of the university -- the evil queen cackles in delight at the new world she's found herself in. Nearby television "personalities" recording a puff piece in the park, quickly turn their camera drones on the escaped Queen, broadcasting her to the entire UP.
"At last! I'm free! And oh me, oh my, has the world changed. What a narrative mess it is now, so complicated. And fraught with conflict that isn't easily resolved. And there are so many new settings, in all these UP worlds! No matter. I'll fix it all. I'll make it so everything makes sense."
With a snap of her fingers, magic light pours through the nearby New Metropolis media archives, and everything from datachips, to rare paper books, to flexi tablets came pouring out, swirling around her in a storm of paper that quickly turns into a storm of words.
"My name is Tsarista. Queen Tsarista. And I'm going to turn this galaxy of blank pages into a carefully curated masterpiece -- ruled by me, of course!"
After the display, there's only one way to stop the bubble of unreality that's settled over New Metropolis: by going in and tearing it down from the inside.
What| Fighting Through Storyland
Where| New Metropolis (technically)
When| The same time as "The Spies Who Sprocked Us"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Like many cursed objects, the cursed floppy disk containing Tsarista was unearthed by archaeologists, trying to excavate artifacts related to Earth's heroic history. Mystified as to why it was preserved in a strange container that seemed meant to protect it from corruption, they'd created a makeshift system to try to view the data on the ancient device.
Opening the .txt file of "Troubleshooting Windows '95" on it, opened up the world to a whole lot of trouble.
After breaking free -- and through the roof of the archaeology building of the university -- the evil queen cackles in delight at the new world she's found herself in. Nearby television "personalities" recording a puff piece in the park, quickly turn their camera drones on the escaped Queen, broadcasting her to the entire UP.
"At last! I'm free! And oh me, oh my, has the world changed. What a narrative mess it is now, so complicated. And fraught with conflict that isn't easily resolved. And there are so many new settings, in all these UP worlds! No matter. I'll fix it all. I'll make it so everything makes sense."
With a snap of her fingers, magic light pours through the nearby New Metropolis media archives, and everything from datachips, to rare paper books, to flexi tablets came pouring out, swirling around her in a storm of paper that quickly turns into a storm of words.
"My name is Tsarista. Queen Tsarista. And I'm going to turn this galaxy of blank pages into a carefully curated masterpiece -- ruled by me, of course!"
After the display, there's only one way to stop the bubble of unreality that's settled over New Metropolis: by going in and tearing it down from the inside.
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"Me neither," Hiccup says as he extricates himself from the tangle of blankets.
"The last thing I remember is New Metropolis and the crazy woman that was attacking it. She must have had something to do with this, whatever it is."
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"This looks like some kind of reality alteration...thingy. The mission briefing talked about her having some weird fixation with stories, right? And she ripped apart all those books. Maybe she shoved us in one."
A pause, as he looks around the room.
"It's looking a little gothic in here. Maybe a horror novel?"
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"The streets looked like some I've seen back home around London, but I'm not too sure. Even in the dark it seemed like things were...older?" She said, turning to look at Dipper.
"I don't know of many stories set in London and I don't think this is something about Jack the Ripper."
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"Nothing I've ever heard of either. This is more than a little after my time." He comments wryly.
"Not much to go on, anyways. Other than it probably being a horror story, all we know is that there's at least four characters, and apparently ours," Hiccup points to himself and Seras, "are in some kind of relationship, if the fact that the narrative wanted us to be in bed together means anything."