legionmissions | [OTA] We're Going to Candy Mountain Charlie

Who| Jason Grace and SUPER OPEN TO ANYONE
What| Murder World looks a little sweet...oh wait, never mind...
Where| Candy Mountain Zone, Weirdness District, Murderworld Arena, Planet Harrub
When| Day 1; About 1/2 the Day
Warnings/Notes| Diabetes and death -- well, mostly monster deaths, but still. Feel free to cross his path at any point in his trek and bring any CM Zone creatures, Muttations, or Tributes along to play.

It was not a surprise that Murder World was trying to kill him. Jason was used to things trying to kill him.

It all started with the fact that he had been kidnapped, tossed in an arena by a guy named Arcade, and told that this entire arena was trying to kill him. The part that was really troubling him was the fact that apparently his death was going to take place in the middle of a field of gum drops with neon colored lollipop trees. Arcade's sense of humor was not shared by the former praetor of Camp Jupiter. The "supplies" he'd been given were also a joke he did not appreciate.

However, despite all of this, Jason was not going to give Arcade or his audience the joy of seeing him upset about it. He still had his magical coin and he had his abilities. He couldn't fly, apparently, he'd tried that first thing. The winds just refused to cooperate, though at least when he directed a gust at something else the power functioned okay. Jason was a demigod, a son of Jupiter, and one of the seven. If he was taken out by a candy-coated MurderWorld then there was seriously something wrong with this universe.

With this thought in mind, Jason set his sights on the distant mountain. He figured it would be a strategic advantage to get to higher ground and see if he could find a way out of this bizarre place. What sick mind made a MurderWorld out of candy anyway? Was he going to have to fight gummi bears or something? Jason shifted his pack and started walking, the ground squishy and slightly sticky under his feet. His senses were on high alert because he had no idea what to expect here. He was falling back to Lupa's training and hoped it would be enough.

Whether a friend or foe approached first seemed to be the question, but for the moment Jason walked onward.

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Nita was an accommodating sort, even when kidnapped for gladiatorial games, but she really had to draw the line at unilateral wardrobe changes, especially ones this bulky. She had immediately stripped down to her t-shirt, some vestigial common sense leading her to stuff the heavier shirt and jacket into her pack rather than discard them as useless. At least the boots had cutouts for her ankle wings. Those could stay, while she was in a place where the ground was so sticky, anyway.

Violent adversaries seemed to be in short supply, which was fine by her, and instead of seeking out a fight, she wandered aimlessly around the zone where she found herself. Candy did not strike her as particularly murderous, but maybe Arcade was deathly afraid of cavities. She stripped a handful of M&Ms off a bush where they were growing like berries, and sat on a rock candy rock to snack. She had a feeling she'd be real sick of sweets by the time this was all over.

As Jason came hiking around a stand of taffy trees, Nita waved. "You're not here to pick a fight, are you? 'Cause I'd really rather not."

Jason pushed the branches of the taffy tree aside and paused. He hadn't been walking long but he was almost starting to think he wasn't going to run into anyone -- foe, monster or otherwise. He frowned at the sticky taffy now on his hand and wiped it on his pants. "No, I'm not here to fight," he says, then considers the situation and adds, "At least, not if I can help it."

Being still new to the Legion, he wasn't entirely familiar with everyone yet -- by name, face, or otherwise. Sure, he'd met a few people, but the Legion was pretty sizable. He'd tried to get an idea of some of his fellow heroes before volunteering for this mission, but things had escalated a little too quickly. Also, was this still considered in the field? Should he use his code name or not? They were being recorded but apparently it was only on a closed broadcast. "I'm Jason," he decides to just use his first name.

He notices she holds some candy in her hand and asked, "So is the candy supposed to kill us? Because so far I haven't seen the 'murder' in 'murder world' yet."

"Nita." She introduced herself between M&Ms, then looked a little taken aback when he mentioned the possibility of poison. Things she hadn't considered: that.

"Uh. Maybe? They taste fine." She eyed the few remaining candies in her palm with suspicion. "If I turn green and start frothing, guess that answers the question, right?" Shrugging, she finished off the handful. Too late to worry about it now!

Jason had had one too many encounters with poison in the past year. He was going to pass on that happening again, but honestly poisoned candy didn't seem like it would be very entertaining. That was supposedly Arcade's M.O. here and Jason was doubtful they wanted to see someone spasm and die.

"Guess we can just wait and see then." He's a little concerned that she seems so blase about it. Perhaps she's used to such things. "So is there a plan? I was heading for the mountain to see if I could figure a little more out." There was the hint of an offer to join him if she was interested, but he was also curious about what the other participant was planning on doing.

"More of a plan than I had." Nita noticed that hint of an offer, and invited herself along. "Might as well go climb a mountain. If anyone comes after us we can kick 'em right back down it." She grinned like someone who had kicked a person or two in her time.

Standing, Nita hoisted her pack over her shoulder. She offered Jason her hand before she remembered an inconvenient fact. "Right." Her arm fell back to her side and she huffed. "Gotta walk."

It was reassuring to Jason to have a companion. He didn't think he'd have problems in a land of candy, but in a world named for Murder he figured he couldn't be too careful. "Let's hope the mountain is a little less sticky," Jason said with a smirk. He seriously doubted any part of this place was less sticky.

At first Jason wasn't sure what the hand offering was about, especially since she retracted it. However, he realized after a minute that maybe she'd been offering to fly him to the mountain. "So are your flight abilities not working either?" He figured he'd ask, it would be nice to know that his powers weren't the only ones on the fritz.

"They haven't worked since I woke up and got the Legion recruiting pitch. I didn't lose my wings or anything--" she pointed down at her feet, where the standard-issue boots had some interesting modifications to allow her little white Mercury wings to stick out "--so I think maybe the laws of physics in this universe just aren't compatible with however my mutation works."

She looked around at the rolling candy hills and the not-at-all-burbling syrup brook that could not accurately be described as "flowing" nearby, then up at the candy mountain in the middle distance. "Least of my worries right now, but man, you don't realize how convenient flying is until you suddenly can't anymore."

Jason nodded, he'd heard that his powers might not be exactly the same as they had been in his home universe. Until now he hadn't noticed a difference. It wasn't until Murderworld that things had changed for him, "This MurderWorld place seems to have some effect on powers as well. I can't get the winds to generate enough lift...so I feel your pain on the no fly thing."

He followed her gaze and shook his head, "It's a long walk, but it's not like we have anything else to do at the moment."

As Jason walked along, a strange noise filled the air.

The noise sounded like "om nom nom."

Around a bend, Dipper was there, stuffing his face because candy. (He was hungry, so sue him.) Riding with the others in a giant convoy and fighting in a road war had given him an appetite.

Still, he looked a little awkward when he saw Jason, mostly because his hands and mouth were covered in sticky stuff.

"Um. Hi."

Jason was snacking on a Red Vine as he walked, it was the least stickiest of the snacks he had found growing around here. They weren't his favorite candy, but they made the most sense given the arena and trying not to get his weapons sticky. It would certainly be easier to discard than a messier, stickier candy.

When he heard the strange sound, he tucked the Red Vine behind his ear. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but it wasn't a kid chowing down on candy like it was going out of style. There were clear bite marks on the scenery around him which told Jason he had probably been at this for awhile. Jason was pretty sure this wasn't what people meant when they said 'eating the scenery.'

"Hi...how much have you had?"

[OTA] We're Going to Candy Mountain Charlie

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