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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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"He's improbably good-looking, but also overly intense and weirdly pasty. He isn't eating food in front of everyone else..."
He didn't have a tray or a packed lunch or anything.
"Weirdly colored eyes..."
He looks back to Pidge and raises his eyebrows.
"He's probably a vampire," he says matter-of-factly, very quietly, in case the vampire has magically good hearing. "Which means this is one of those creepy stories where the vampire guy practically stalks a teenage girl 300 years younger than him and it's supposed to be all romantic or something."
He waves a hand vaguely.
"We should figure out a way to stake him." He looks around the cafeteria. "Do you see anything made of wood?"
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The cafeteria tables are plastic, the lockers are metal, and the trees don't seem to have sturdy enough branches to stab with. And he is still staring at her.
"And let's make it soon. He's giving me the kind of stare that makes me think I should file my own missing person's report to save time."