Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Round 1: Parliament)
07-24-2011, 11:43 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lord Paradise.
So there was this whole silly little conflict in which Hector almost died.
As soon as the, uh, the fish? As soon as that whole situation got resolved by the other guy and his intervention by way of S&M, Hector found himself just walking away, content to let those two distract each other. He could no longer feel the part of himself for whom this was all very overwhelming, which probably meant that that part had all dripped out of his nose and was leaving a grey matter puddle on the floor. There was something on the floor, anyway. It was sort of crawling around his feet and multiplying, and he ignored it.
It was the third player he was after. The Obfuscation. Consumes memories as well as its own. And he was here to stop a mass amnesia breakout. The connection wasn’t hard to work out.
He followed the chaos and eventually found what looked to be its center. There were a bunch of things that Hector was probably glad not to know what they looked like inside what were recognizably HazMat suits. They had the blob in a glass case, but seemed distracted and weren’t really doing anything with it or bringing it anywhere or even putting the lid on the afforementioned glass case. Some of them were shooting at the various panicking creatures that Hector was, for purposes of sanity, ignoring. Nothing shooting at him, though, probably because he didn’t look very threatening, so he felt safe huddling on the edge of the vague sort of perimeter that the HazMats had set up. There he waited to maybe find himself able to do something. Maybe.
One of the suits, which was thankfully completely bipedal and person-shaped enough that he could process its existence, asked Hector something about what he was doing. And then Hector said… Hector forgot what he said but at some point there was a wall that fell down and then it was probably later that someone was banging a gavel, and the thing that was banging the gavel had… enormous breasts? Or was that someone else?
Anyway, Hector was sitting on a chair that was uncomfortable because it probably wasn’t designed for a person, and there were about a hundred green things each with two tongues looking up at him with glowing yellow eyes. He shooed them away to find two note cards on a desk. One said “Vote ‘aye’” in his handwriting, and the other said “For the love of all that is rational, do not vote ‘aye,’” also in his handwriting.
He looked around cautiously. There were twenty or so other things sitting on various uncomfortable-looking chair-like structures, most of which, like himself, were looking around in confusion or dismay. One of them was sort of a grey blob, which Hector was pretty sure he knew something about. What was it called? The Convolution?
Something that looked like a four giant eyeballs taped together called, “All in favor say ‘eye!’” in a voice that was more visual than aural. Most of the things around him didn’t imm,ediately respond; one said “maybe;” another shouted "What?" and panicked and fell out of its chair.
“Aye!” Hector called, for some reason. He put up his hand, too, for good measure.
“I,” mimed one of the two-tongued creatures, and the rest struck up the chant. “I I I I I.”
"The eyes have it!" called the eyeball-thing. Hector felt things sort of floating away again...
So there was this whole silly little conflict in which Hector almost died.
As soon as the, uh, the fish? As soon as that whole situation got resolved by the other guy and his intervention by way of S&M, Hector found himself just walking away, content to let those two distract each other. He could no longer feel the part of himself for whom this was all very overwhelming, which probably meant that that part had all dripped out of his nose and was leaving a grey matter puddle on the floor. There was something on the floor, anyway. It was sort of crawling around his feet and multiplying, and he ignored it.
It was the third player he was after. The Obfuscation. Consumes memories as well as its own. And he was here to stop a mass amnesia breakout. The connection wasn’t hard to work out.
He followed the chaos and eventually found what looked to be its center. There were a bunch of things that Hector was probably glad not to know what they looked like inside what were recognizably HazMat suits. They had the blob in a glass case, but seemed distracted and weren’t really doing anything with it or bringing it anywhere or even putting the lid on the afforementioned glass case. Some of them were shooting at the various panicking creatures that Hector was, for purposes of sanity, ignoring. Nothing shooting at him, though, probably because he didn’t look very threatening, so he felt safe huddling on the edge of the vague sort of perimeter that the HazMats had set up. There he waited to maybe find himself able to do something. Maybe.
One of the suits, which was thankfully completely bipedal and person-shaped enough that he could process its existence, asked Hector something about what he was doing. And then Hector said… Hector forgot what he said but at some point there was a wall that fell down and then it was probably later that someone was banging a gavel, and the thing that was banging the gavel had… enormous breasts? Or was that someone else?
Anyway, Hector was sitting on a chair that was uncomfortable because it probably wasn’t designed for a person, and there were about a hundred green things each with two tongues looking up at him with glowing yellow eyes. He shooed them away to find two note cards on a desk. One said “Vote ‘aye’” in his handwriting, and the other said “For the love of all that is rational, do not vote ‘aye,’” also in his handwriting.
He looked around cautiously. There were twenty or so other things sitting on various uncomfortable-looking chair-like structures, most of which, like himself, were looking around in confusion or dismay. One of them was sort of a grey blob, which Hector was pretty sure he knew something about. What was it called? The Convolution?
Something that looked like a four giant eyeballs taped together called, “All in favor say ‘eye!’” in a voice that was more visual than aural. Most of the things around him didn’t imm,ediately respond; one said “maybe;” another shouted "What?" and panicked and fell out of its chair.
“Aye!” Hector called, for some reason. He put up his hand, too, for good measure.
“I,” mimed one of the two-tongued creatures, and the rest struck up the chant. “I I I I I.”
"The eyes have it!" called the eyeball-thing. Hector felt things sort of floating away again...