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chroma2022-02-18 10:02 pm
saturations) wrote in chroma2022-02-18 10:02 pm
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WEEK ZERO: PIZZA PARTY
SURPRISE!
Sunday morning starts peacefully enough, until around noon, when alarms start going off on your phones informing you of a Pizza Party taking place in the Central Node. You can snooze the alarms at first, but they begin to get a little more insistent after a while if you aren't making progress heading down there. If you're being stubborn, you can probably hold out until right at 1 PM, when an archway opens right in front of you and pulls you in.
The central node is comfortable right now, with blankets laid out on the grass and boxes of pizza are set out. Cheese, Pepperoni, Hawaiian, Meat Lovers, Veggie, I could just keep writing types of pizza all day. A few boxes even contain very weird varieties of pizza, but if you give them a try, some of them might be good! Some are as terrible as you'd expect. Otherwise, the pizzas are all warm and delicious, and there's enough for everyone.
The Residents are all already here, waiting for you! Have a fun and cool day!
... Unless?
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[ that's funny! because he didn't really want to do the whole murder mystery thing yesterday and he still had to stick around the whole fucking time! and he even kind of participated, so like, how is this fair?
are these even paintball guns? he hasn't forgotten that we definitely found actual blood yesterday and never solved that mystery. and if we're supposed to have a paintball fight, why is there no cover?
whatever. he does start moving away from riff to look for - anything?
... and then when he has some distance, turns around to shoot.
not at riff, of course! at the space between them. a paintball flies through the air and then halfway between them splatters into the shape of a concrete traffic barrier. ]
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rightfully so, it seems, given that he picks up the gun to actually shoot. its not aimed at riff but he still hops back a few steps, watching as a paintball flies and materializes into a traffic barrier.
"What the hell?"
they stare at this for a moment, trying to process what they're seeing before they turn to fire a paintball themselves just past damien. a blue truck drops heavily to the ground.
"O...kay?"
maybe they just need to fill this space. that probably isn't so bad even if it's incredibly stupid. they look at damien then and there's a slight shrug. guess they'll have to play?]
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... but then he smiles at riff and gives a little shrug back! ]
Good to get you off your computer sometimes, mm?
[ it's nice to see one of the residents a little bit trapped, like the rest of them. there's some vindictive pleasure in them being forced into something against their will, too.
damien sprints to duck behind the truck, then gives a second for riff to get behind cover. (the much... smaller cover that he made... sucks to be you!) before leaning around the corner and firing off some quick, clumsy shots in their direction. ]
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the others, well, not so much. those splatter but they dodge out of the way.
what about running away? that seems like a fantastic idea as they shoot a handful of shots straight ahead. they aim higher and higher, creating what looks like a tall building before darting up the stairs. bye!]
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damien is running after them, shooting as he goes.
still outside, some of his paintballs turn into - trees? like, tall fir trees?? this area they are creating is a disaster. a few of his paintballs fly straight through the building windows, like they're melting through the glass on contact, not even shattering it.
then he's inside and following them up the stairs.
it might be a bad idea to shoot fireballs indoors, but hey. sometimes you do what you have to! ]
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they don't even really like paintball. so why?
trees sprout on the ground around the building and when they hear damien's footsteps they proceed to bolt up the stairs. a paintball zips by them through the glass and grazes their arm, causing them to turn and look down below. it's a very bad idea to shoot fireballs indoors, but they do understand basic science. fireballs are shot, and from riff's gun a few blue paintballs fire and burst into water to create a flimsy steam barrier. the building might catch on fire, but at least they can put some distance between themselves and damien as they run higher toward the roof.
another golden-silver paintball flies as a bicycle rolls down the stairs. look out below!]
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Fuck you, Riff!
[ like sure, his shot grazed them and he's actively setting the building they're in on fire, but like - his arm hurts now?
he actually stops for a second to try and aim better, firing a paintball past riff. it turns into a sideways vending machine to block their path, but doesn't even finish crashing down because it's so wide that it just gets stuck between the wall and railing... leaving enough space to crawl under.
UGH. ]
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so actually, no, fuck you, damien.
they don't realize that he's stopped, but soon there's a vending machine in their path. they bounce back a little and lose their footing, tripping down a few steps.
what the fuck.
they don't have time to waste though, so they turn to see how far behind them damien is before flattening and immediately slithering under the space. if they can just make it to the roof, they can settle this and end it. they can't really shoot him while they're crawling out of the way, but maybe damien's too big to crawl past his own blockage.
IDIOT.]
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[ you can just flatten??????????? that's so fucking unfair. damien probably could fit under the vending machine, but instead he's shooting several shots to make more concrete barriers - he's not very creative - and use them like stairs to climb up and over. yes he is making stairs on top of his stairs. look, blocking riff's path had seemed like a good idea at the time. ]
Where are you even going?!
[ is this going to be a rooftop shootout? fine, he can kill riff on a rooftop!
it's better than in a forest! his phone pings, but he ignores it. it's just the two of them right now. he can take control of this himself - nice and nostalgic, the way the world's supposed to work.
he can do it himself, this time. he can do it alone, and if it's all him, he won't have to feel bad about it. ]
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QUIT IT
[they're going to the rooftop for the height advantage and also the extra space. worst case scenario, maybe they can jump off of the roof and abandon damien up there. except this is getting out of control. this is someone who thinks they're so above it all and needs to be put in their place. perhaps damien underestimates them a little. perhaps he needs to see what, exactly, color can do.
smoke's rising from the stairwell as they burst out the door and onto the roof, bounding back a little. their phone is still in their hand, but they're working on readjusting to try and put it away and aim.]
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which... takes a little while because riff did put some good distance between them. but it's a dead end. where else are you going but the roof? when he catches up, damien slams the door open and just says a very belated: ]
No.
[ can't let someone else decide what he does. can't let someone else get in his head. he's in control.
he aims to try and shoot their phone from their hand to keep them from responding, not bothering to make himself any cover. (as if they were going to respond while someone is shooting at them to begin with?) ]
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the paintball smacks directly into their hand and the phone falls with a clatter, bouncing a few inches before tumbling off the roof. the only thing they have left is the gun and a stinging hand.
fine. you want to play, damien? they'll play. damien hasn't made cover for himself which means riff readjusts their grip on the gun, aiming and firing three times. three icicles zip through the air like bullets to try and knock him off-kilter as they step back to keep the distance.]
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being stabbed with icicles in his left arm and shoulder will definitely knock him off-kilter, yes. uhhh that's a lot of blood but it's probably fine. compartmentalize. could be worse. has been worse.
and he'll do better this time! this time, this time, he'll be in control. he'll kill riff like he wants to. alone, without anyone's help and without anyone's guilt and
and as long as he wins, no one can take him back to that place.
he's already injured, so fuck it. damien walks towards riff, shooting four shots at them as he slowly approaches. the pellets of paint fly at them hot - like magma, maybe, instead of paint. ]
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it's what he deserves. this is exactly what damien deserves and for a moment riff almost seems triumphant in their stance as they aim to fire again.
it would almost be easier just to kill him and solve the problem themselves wouldn't it? they don't need the other three. they can take care of this themselves. if damien won't even listen, then the next solution is elimination. they don't need a team. they don't need back-up. they can do this alone.
there isn't much room for backing away or moving though, and they weren't expecting four shots in rapid succession. the paint flies, and as it splatters there's a hiss as it bubbles against the shadowed void. hm. apparently it's not a void. it's a very solid, shadowed figure that slowly begins to burn on its right side.
another flurry of icicles are shot out, more out of fury than anything as they finally rush forward.
damien's not going to win. they refuse. this isn't his place. if he wants to leave so bad? they'll destroy him for good.
so focused on damien that they are, they don't seem to notice there are green and pink cracks starting to filter through the darkness.]
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they look at riff and damien and call a ball of brilliant green light to their hands, swirling around. sparks like fireflies flicker around the edge of it. and then the statue's serene face becomes something more sinister, wrong-looking. the mouth that was never apparently there appears, widening, opening, and a spray of something sickly green shoots out of it. winged insects, a pale jade, pour out of the mouth, each picking up a green spark and carrying it as they go. they fly and become a dancing, flittering sphere, with jewel green wings, surrounding riff entirely and separating them from damien.
shale, still halfway in the portal, reaches a hand and tries to grab on to riff's somewhat intangible form.]
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Another blinding flash crashes through the opening, more light than actual form, directly into Damien and sending them both backwards across the arena. He’ll feel like he’s been hit with the blunt side of a pole across his middle, flying backwards and hitting the ground hard enough to knock the paintball gun out of his hands. he’ll be pinned to the ground by what feels like the claw of a great predatory bird.
steel solidifies enough at this point to be seen - half beast-bird and half-humanoid form, crackling with that pink energy, poised over him.]
Enough!
[ The word is more crash of thunder than language. ]
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[ "us?"
no, that should be "me." right. right. but really! excuse you, they were having a nice game of paintball? and it is so fucking rude of you to interrupt when he was so happy to get to do this alone.
damien is trying to reach for his gun, but it's a pretty feeble attempt, given that he's pinned. and in even more pain than before. also his stab wounds are really catching up with him, here.
so i guess he's just laying here and letting out a long, pained groan of frustration. ]
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they're a little more startled by the sudden appearance of the other two, and they still have their gun which means they not only swing at the insects to try and break free but also try to break out of shale's grasp. they seem to have caught riff by part of their void and even with the burning on their arm as magma drips down it they try to struggle out of it.
but after a moment they settle, even with a firm grip on the gun just in case.]
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Move back!
[and they turn to the monotone archway, grabbing it with both hands, and yank.
the monotone archway lights up like a pinball machine, the light of all the colors blinding. inside, it's a little like bass picked up a box full of objects and turned it upside down. steel, shale, riff, and damien all upend, and start sliding towards the open archway. bass moves out of the way just in time, enough to let all four slide out of the archway to the real world, safe and - uh, mostly sound.
and then, the monotone archway slams shut, and bass flops to the ground in a puddle of static.
wow! that's the end of that, goodbye.]
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damien sits up very quickly!
which was a mistake because he is in so much pain! so he immediately doubles over, bringing one hand to his bleeding shoulder.
and he's turning his head to look for riff. where is riff. ]
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especially bass and riff?]
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oh yeah hope they’re all okay. ]