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AFTER THESE MESSAGES [modplot]
Who| Anyone who signed up
What| "After These Messages"
Where| Earth, Universe 32444-TV
When| After Game of Throne
Warnings/Notes| Opening tv show example has violence towards a child. You can skip if you want to get right to playing. The log will probably contain all kinds of awfulness. Please try to give heads up for warnings in your comment headers
CHANNEL 3∞54fΩfa
"Inspector Grandpa, what do we do?" cries out a teenage boy in a red shirt.
"We have to run, Marti!" cries a graying old man with wild mad scientist hair and a multi-colored scarf. "Once the Blorgeks get into this complex, they'll turn every single sentient being inside out with their transmegulator rays! They'll transmegulate us, Marti! They'll inside-out us! Our dongles will change from outies to innies!"
"In-inside out us?" the boy stutters, eyes wide with fear that is suddenly very sincere and real. "Seriously?!"
The boy's composure dissolves and he tugs at his hair and starts screaming, "I can't do this! I can't do this anymore! I want out, I want to go ho --"
Inspector Grandpa slaps him across the face and shakes him.
"Listen to me! If you panic, you're dead!" His voice suddenly drops, so low the mics can't pick it up. "Six seasons and a movie. If you survive six seasons and a TV movie, you get to retire, kid, and they swap in a totally new character as the Inspector's Compatriot, just like hey have the Inspector regenerate and change actors. I'm halfway through season six, it's not impossible, you just have to keep it together!"
The boy nods frantically, tours pouring down his face.
"We have to ruuuun!" Inspector Grandpa cries, grabbing him by the hand and tugging him along.
Tinny voices fill the hallways around them as they run.
"TRANSMEGULATE! TRANSMEGULATE! TRANSMEGULATE!"
As they run, other people run with them, trying to escape the complex. A little alien girl falls down in the hallway, crying and clinging her doll and "Marti" lets go of the Inspector's hand and turns back, running towards her to help. A Blorgek turns around a corner just as "Marti" picks the little girl up.
"No!" cries the Inspector, also turning around, running back towards the boy. "Rookie Marti mistake! She's not re --"
"TRANSMEGULATE!" KZZACK!
There's a horrible scream that cuts out to silence. Blood and viscera splatters all over the Inspector's face.
"GODDAMMIT!" he cries, turning to run again. He keeps running. Tears in his eyes, he exposits through gritted teeth, "It's a good thing I have my - my trusty Re-Martifier back on my ship! I can pull him from the timestream and replace the body of the one that got transmegulated with a synthesized one! In the meantime, I need to set the self destruct on this station! Most of the people have evacuated already and those that haven't, it's too late to save!"
He takes out his trusty sonic omnitool and sets the self destruct at a nearby panel, because that's just...what you do. It's what he's done for nearly six seasons. He reaches his ship when the count is almost down to zero, and flies it away from the station as fast as he can. The station explodes in a brilliant colorful display behind him.
"Annnd cut! Let's go to commercial!" calls out the Director. The space scene and spaceship fades and the old man falls on his butt as the seat disappears under him.
"That was Fantastic, Justin," says the Director. "The emotion! But let's cut down on the meta a little, please? You're so close to the end of the season, it'd be a shame if we needed to recast, don't you think?"
The old man stays silent, face impassive, standing up and walking over to craft service and picks up a bottle of vodka from where it rests on ice.
"God!" he cries out, leaning against a wall, and sliding down it. The old man starts sobbing uncontrollably. "God, whyyyy!"
Another teenage boy in a red shirt is led towards the holostage, one that looks just enough like the last teenage boy for the differences in appearance to be explained by "chronal instability."
"Nonono! Not here! Not here!" the boy cries out. He's also sobbing. "Please, any other show, put me on any other show, I'll even take Teen Gladiators -"
Still sobbing, the old man opens the vodka and starts drinking straight from the bottle. Just drinking and drinking and drinking...
And that's just one channel. After Metron's throne transports the Legionnaires to this world, after they're captured, they're separated and given their fifteen minutes of fame on so many others...
[ooc: Players can do their plot threads in this log or in logs that players start for themselves.]
What| "After These Messages"
Where| Earth, Universe 32444-TV
When| After Game of Throne
Warnings/Notes| Opening tv show example has violence towards a child. You can skip if you want to get right to playing. The log will probably contain all kinds of awfulness. Please try to give heads up for warnings in your comment headers
CHANNEL 3∞54fΩfa
"Inspector Grandpa, what do we do?" cries out a teenage boy in a red shirt.
"We have to run, Marti!" cries a graying old man with wild mad scientist hair and a multi-colored scarf. "Once the Blorgeks get into this complex, they'll turn every single sentient being inside out with their transmegulator rays! They'll transmegulate us, Marti! They'll inside-out us! Our dongles will change from outies to innies!"
"In-inside out us?" the boy stutters, eyes wide with fear that is suddenly very sincere and real. "Seriously?!"
The boy's composure dissolves and he tugs at his hair and starts screaming, "I can't do this! I can't do this anymore! I want out, I want to go ho --"
Inspector Grandpa slaps him across the face and shakes him.
"Listen to me! If you panic, you're dead!" His voice suddenly drops, so low the mics can't pick it up. "Six seasons and a movie. If you survive six seasons and a TV movie, you get to retire, kid, and they swap in a totally new character as the Inspector's Compatriot, just like hey have the Inspector regenerate and change actors. I'm halfway through season six, it's not impossible, you just have to keep it together!"
The boy nods frantically, tours pouring down his face.
"We have to ruuuun!" Inspector Grandpa cries, grabbing him by the hand and tugging him along.
Tinny voices fill the hallways around them as they run.
"TRANSMEGULATE! TRANSMEGULATE! TRANSMEGULATE!"
As they run, other people run with them, trying to escape the complex. A little alien girl falls down in the hallway, crying and clinging her doll and "Marti" lets go of the Inspector's hand and turns back, running towards her to help. A Blorgek turns around a corner just as "Marti" picks the little girl up.
"No!" cries the Inspector, also turning around, running back towards the boy. "Rookie Marti mistake! She's not re --"
"TRANSMEGULATE!" KZZACK!
There's a horrible scream that cuts out to silence. Blood and viscera splatters all over the Inspector's face.
"GODDAMMIT!" he cries, turning to run again. He keeps running. Tears in his eyes, he exposits through gritted teeth, "It's a good thing I have my - my trusty Re-Martifier back on my ship! I can pull him from the timestream and replace the body of the one that got transmegulated with a synthesized one! In the meantime, I need to set the self destruct on this station! Most of the people have evacuated already and those that haven't, it's too late to save!"
He takes out his trusty sonic omnitool and sets the self destruct at a nearby panel, because that's just...what you do. It's what he's done for nearly six seasons. He reaches his ship when the count is almost down to zero, and flies it away from the station as fast as he can. The station explodes in a brilliant colorful display behind him.
"Annnd cut! Let's go to commercial!" calls out the Director. The space scene and spaceship fades and the old man falls on his butt as the seat disappears under him.
"That was Fantastic, Justin," says the Director. "The emotion! But let's cut down on the meta a little, please? You're so close to the end of the season, it'd be a shame if we needed to recast, don't you think?"
The old man stays silent, face impassive, standing up and walking over to craft service and picks up a bottle of vodka from where it rests on ice.
"God!" he cries out, leaning against a wall, and sliding down it. The old man starts sobbing uncontrollably. "God, whyyyy!"
Another teenage boy in a red shirt is led towards the holostage, one that looks just enough like the last teenage boy for the differences in appearance to be explained by "chronal instability."
"Nonono! Not here! Not here!" the boy cries out. He's also sobbing. "Please, any other show, put me on any other show, I'll even take Teen Gladiators -"
Still sobbing, the old man opens the vodka and starts drinking straight from the bottle. Just drinking and drinking and drinking...
And that's just one channel. After Metron's throne transports the Legionnaires to this world, after they're captured, they're separated and given their fifteen minutes of fame on so many others...
[ooc: Players can do their plot threads in this log or in logs that players start for themselves.]
So You Think You Can Dance [OTA]
As the lights take to the stage, a smiling hostess welcomes the viewers to join her as she reviews the challenges that lead up to tonight's performances. She takes time to introduce the choreographers and their chosen dancing styles, and of course, there's the stage hazards that are included in each number! A montage of past performances, from unexpected victories to tragic flops catch the viewers up on past seasons and participants. There's a fox trot number, where the pair of dancers smile through the pain as the stage floor grows red hot amidst the frantic steps; a paso doble with the circling threat of a very mechanical bull critically watching each step. The crowd lets out a mournful cry at the reminder of one of last week's performances, where a waltzing pair had confused their paces across an invisible floor and had fallen into the void. Such a shame, they had been gearing up to be a crowd favourite.
As the video fades back to the hostess and stage she makes a show of calming the cries and cheers of the crowd and beams with a smile to the cameras to continue her announcements. "Worry not, dear viewers, for this week there's going to be a shake up! New pairs have been announced, and lets not forget the group dance battle royale at the end! Now lets see what our new contestants have in store."
And with a camera wipe via sparkle effects and another short musical cue, the camera cuts to a short recap of the new dancing partners. And after that? The performance!
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Still, it all appears to be all too real. So better to roll with it. If the goal is getting backstage, then all he has to do is survive the show long enough to make it there. Easy, right? Yeah. Yeah, he's got this, no worries.
There's a brief moment of fidgeting with the collar before he finds himself hoisted up on his pedestal onto the stage, one in a line of people smiling through gritted teeth as the footage from a previous show plays. A dancing competition? Well at least it's something he can do, even without all his gear.
It looks like their going one pair at a time, and he's got a few couples between him and whatever obstacle course they're meant to be dancing around. As subtly as he can, Lúcio's eyes dart to his side.
Who'd they partner him up with, anyway?
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The general concept of 'perform to a satisfactory level before a critical audience with the mild threat of death' isn't too far off from some of the training missions and matches Connie's done in the Project- and don't get her wrong, those were bullshit too, but. At least she didn't have to do any of those in barely-a-dress and high heels. She's not even going to start wondering how they got her into the get-up as the pairs down the line from where she stands start to take the stage.
At least in the Project she didn't have to fake a smile behind her helmet. Leaning forward a little to glance down the line, she sneaks a glance at her assigned partner, murmuring under her breath as the music kicks up.
"I don't know about you but this is just a little out of my league."
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He says, with more confidence than he necessarily feels. Both of them have to do well to not end up on the chopping block in a very, very literally sense. It's alright, though. Just gotta think of a way to make this work.
No reason to panic yet.
"How good are you at copying back? You know, you watch me, do what I do."
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"Pretty sure I can follow along. And if we get it a tight spot you can throw me around a little, I'm pretty acrobatic."
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The pair in front of them goes up and he takes a breath, settling a hand at the small of Connie's back in preparation. There's another quick glance in her direction, keeping the smile on his face. Mostly unforced.
"Hey. Don't tense up. We're not gonna worry about what comes next, just gonna do our best and we'll get through this." It sounds like he honestly believes it, too.