Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Three: HMS Thunderhead]
03-05-2011, 03:29 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Everything. Suuuuuuuuucked.
Eureka shakily pushed herself up on her feet and then looked down at her stomach. There was a tentacle going through it.
No, no there wasn’t. That’s stupid. How would she even survive that, no, not possible. Eureka jumped on the spot.
Her leg gave out as she landed and her head quickly collided with the floor. Okay, so there was a tentacle going straight through her stomach. Suuuuuuuucked.
Her first instinct was to pull it out, but the fact that a big freaking hole in her chest would remain gave her pause. While having part of a hopefully dead eldritch horror lodged inside of her was not ideal, having a huge, bleeding hole where her spleen should be was even worse. At least the stupid thing was plugging it up.
She was on a train—no, no, no, zeppelin. Though she couldn’t tell just by looking around, but that was one of the words she had heard just a moment ago so she assumed that’s where she was. The room she was in was, well, there were some things in it, she was sure, like, edible things. She was probably feeling cold? There was a box entirely out of place here and, without thinking, she picked it up. There was also a man, or something like that. He might’ve worn a mask? With horns. Was he the devil? Probably not.
Maybe he was saying something, in which case, Eureka interrupted him, unless he wasn’t saying anything so she didn’t. “Goddamn little bitch you think this is funny gaarrahhhh son of a dammit little whore gah.” She immediately tossed the large, light box at the man, but since her eyes were being bleary, she probably missed by a long shot and in any case the guy disappeared or strolled away or was never there or something. This didn’t satisfy her frustration. She tried punching a nearby thing, hanging tantalizingly by a chain, and ended up hurting her fist, and then a wildly swinging leg probably accidentally got tangled up in some sausages and she fell over again.
She tried not to cry but it was getting harder. Luckily, it was too cold for her to cry. Crying wasn’t practical.
Rubbing at her eyes guiltily, Eureka got up again and went looking for the box, feeling slightly ashamed about her little tantrum. The box had her name on it and whatever, and she opened it up to find some sort of suit.
She threw the box away again because fuck suits.
She retrieved it again and at least read the note that went with it this time. Grabbing the suit, she searched around for the door because now she was really getting cold.
Stumbling outside, Eureka quickly found out that usually meat freezers are connected to kitchens and usually kitchens have cooks in them and usually cooks do not like seeing people with tentacles sticking out of them. There were quite a few shrieks and then the kitchen was void of cooks. Eureka blinked, then went around looking for a nice butcher knife. And a few seconds later, a random cutting board was adorned with something that looked as though it came from a Japanese monster and Eureka was tottering down a hallway, fixing up her sweatshirt and pulling apart her new suit in order to tie the strips around various strategic places. One went around her head, probably making her look like an old lady. Great.
She probably looked completely out of place and maybe a little zombie-like, but after pondering this for a while, Eureka found that she was too exhausted to try to fit in. What was the use, anyways? No police or hitmen or whatever were chasing her here. And any contestant would probably recognize her immediately, rendering such a disguise moot.
Eureka jumped again before continuing down the hallway. She was feeling tired, but she couldn’t sleep. Maybe she should. She would definitely like to. But remember what happened the last time you slept? She tied a particularly wide strip of suit around her chest and made sure to cover up her back. Stabbers. Backstabbers. Backstabbersbackstabberseverywheresurrounding
Eureka punched herself and careened dangerously close to a wall. Paranoia had its place. Goddamn where was she. Where was everybody. Wasn’t this supposed to be some sort of passenger tra—zeppelin?
She was…probably on a high bridge thing? Support beams crisscrossed so closely above her that she could probably jump up and clamber up, but with her recent luck with jumping about, she didn’t particularly want to try. She leaned over the railing instead, peering down all the way past other bridges, all the way to the very lowest level, where things seemed to shine brighter and there were fancy clothes and something golden and dear god if that was a fountain she was going to have to punch herself again.
“Miss, you lost?”
Eureka looked up again. Hey, there actually were people on the support beams. Maintenance, probably. Most were busy tightening bolts or whatever, but one young man was staring at her, his mouth twitching slightly, probably because of how ridiculous she looked.
When she didn’t answer, the man swung down, jumping onto the railing and hopping on the walkway easily. “No passengers here, miss,” he said kindly. “Know what floor you’re on?”
Eureka only stared coldly at him. She still wanted to fall asleep.
The man’s face started looking uneasy and his eyes wandered over back to the support beams.
“Jim!” another man called from above. “Better get back up here!”
“Just a sec,” he shouted back. “Need t’ get this lobo outta here—“
She definitely wasn’t sure what that meant but it couldn’t be anything good, judging from what it sounded like. Eureka threw a punch, but the man dodged quickly, amazing on such a narrow walkway, and she went back to sullenly glaring at him. He gave off a surprised laugh, one that halted every once in a while, as he wondered whether he should apologize or not. “Not a lobo, then,” he said, deciding to react with mirth. “Not a trank either. What, you just asocial, or a mute?”
“No,” Eureka muttered.
“Asocial, I guess. C’mon, I’ll just at least lead you outta here. You’ll find your caretaker on your own, right?” He took her hand but she wrenched it out and he laughed more easily at her flashing eyes. “Right, right, okay, no touching either,” he said, raising his hands to where she could see them. “Jus’ follow me then. I’ll take you to the public floors.” And so she slowly walked back through the hallways again, the limber Jim striding along in front of her. He often shot too far ahead and so was constantly speeding and slowing every once in a while, obviously wishing she’d hurry up. At least he said nothing when Eureka jumped on the spot randomly. Though there was that look in his eyes that told her he wanted to laugh.
There was an especially loud metallic noise and then a black something exploded out from the vents. The man jumped away quickly as it landed where he had been standing and he opened his mouth to shout something, but apparently wasn’t expecting anything like Syvex because his mouth simply remained open. Syvex took this chance to punch him in the face and he crumpled to the floor.
“Finally. Glad to see you’re not being attacked by monsters or bleeding to death or anything like that.” He looked her up and down again. “So…you’re okay? I guess?”
Backstabberbackstabberbackstabber. “Define okay,” she replied morosely, after a worryingly long pause. “You just punched that guy, right?”
Syvex looked at her oddly, or at least as oddly as he could with no eyes, and replied, “Define punching.”
Okay, maybe he spoke too soon. After all, he didn’t know at all what happened when she got impaled on a horrifying monster tentacle. He watched as she cautiously poked at the walls. “There’s nothing weird about this, is there?”
“Uh…the walls? I don’t…think so…?”
Eureka sighed. “Okay. Let’s go, I guess. But I’m not going around in any vents.”
On the floor, Jim groaned quietly.
Everything. Suuuuuuuuucked.
Eureka shakily pushed herself up on her feet and then looked down at her stomach. There was a tentacle going through it.
No, no there wasn’t. That’s stupid. How would she even survive that, no, not possible. Eureka jumped on the spot.
Her leg gave out as she landed and her head quickly collided with the floor. Okay, so there was a tentacle going straight through her stomach. Suuuuuuuucked.
Her first instinct was to pull it out, but the fact that a big freaking hole in her chest would remain gave her pause. While having part of a hopefully dead eldritch horror lodged inside of her was not ideal, having a huge, bleeding hole where her spleen should be was even worse. At least the stupid thing was plugging it up.
She was on a train—no, no, no, zeppelin. Though she couldn’t tell just by looking around, but that was one of the words she had heard just a moment ago so she assumed that’s where she was. The room she was in was, well, there were some things in it, she was sure, like, edible things. She was probably feeling cold? There was a box entirely out of place here and, without thinking, she picked it up. There was also a man, or something like that. He might’ve worn a mask? With horns. Was he the devil? Probably not.
Maybe he was saying something, in which case, Eureka interrupted him, unless he wasn’t saying anything so she didn’t. “Goddamn little bitch you think this is funny gaarrahhhh son of a dammit little whore gah.” She immediately tossed the large, light box at the man, but since her eyes were being bleary, she probably missed by a long shot and in any case the guy disappeared or strolled away or was never there or something. This didn’t satisfy her frustration. She tried punching a nearby thing, hanging tantalizingly by a chain, and ended up hurting her fist, and then a wildly swinging leg probably accidentally got tangled up in some sausages and she fell over again.
She tried not to cry but it was getting harder. Luckily, it was too cold for her to cry. Crying wasn’t practical.
Rubbing at her eyes guiltily, Eureka got up again and went looking for the box, feeling slightly ashamed about her little tantrum. The box had her name on it and whatever, and she opened it up to find some sort of suit.
She threw the box away again because fuck suits.
She retrieved it again and at least read the note that went with it this time. Grabbing the suit, she searched around for the door because now she was really getting cold.
Stumbling outside, Eureka quickly found out that usually meat freezers are connected to kitchens and usually kitchens have cooks in them and usually cooks do not like seeing people with tentacles sticking out of them. There were quite a few shrieks and then the kitchen was void of cooks. Eureka blinked, then went around looking for a nice butcher knife. And a few seconds later, a random cutting board was adorned with something that looked as though it came from a Japanese monster and Eureka was tottering down a hallway, fixing up her sweatshirt and pulling apart her new suit in order to tie the strips around various strategic places. One went around her head, probably making her look like an old lady. Great.
She probably looked completely out of place and maybe a little zombie-like, but after pondering this for a while, Eureka found that she was too exhausted to try to fit in. What was the use, anyways? No police or hitmen or whatever were chasing her here. And any contestant would probably recognize her immediately, rendering such a disguise moot.
Eureka jumped again before continuing down the hallway. She was feeling tired, but she couldn’t sleep. Maybe she should. She would definitely like to. But remember what happened the last time you slept? She tied a particularly wide strip of suit around her chest and made sure to cover up her back. Stabbers. Backstabbers. Backstabbersbackstabberseverywheresurrounding
Eureka punched herself and careened dangerously close to a wall. Paranoia had its place. Goddamn where was she. Where was everybody. Wasn’t this supposed to be some sort of passenger tra—zeppelin?
She was…probably on a high bridge thing? Support beams crisscrossed so closely above her that she could probably jump up and clamber up, but with her recent luck with jumping about, she didn’t particularly want to try. She leaned over the railing instead, peering down all the way past other bridges, all the way to the very lowest level, where things seemed to shine brighter and there were fancy clothes and something golden and dear god if that was a fountain she was going to have to punch herself again.
“Miss, you lost?”
Eureka looked up again. Hey, there actually were people on the support beams. Maintenance, probably. Most were busy tightening bolts or whatever, but one young man was staring at her, his mouth twitching slightly, probably because of how ridiculous she looked.
When she didn’t answer, the man swung down, jumping onto the railing and hopping on the walkway easily. “No passengers here, miss,” he said kindly. “Know what floor you’re on?”
Eureka only stared coldly at him. She still wanted to fall asleep.
The man’s face started looking uneasy and his eyes wandered over back to the support beams.
“Jim!” another man called from above. “Better get back up here!”
“Just a sec,” he shouted back. “Need t’ get this lobo outta here—“
She definitely wasn’t sure what that meant but it couldn’t be anything good, judging from what it sounded like. Eureka threw a punch, but the man dodged quickly, amazing on such a narrow walkway, and she went back to sullenly glaring at him. He gave off a surprised laugh, one that halted every once in a while, as he wondered whether he should apologize or not. “Not a lobo, then,” he said, deciding to react with mirth. “Not a trank either. What, you just asocial, or a mute?”
“No,” Eureka muttered.
“Asocial, I guess. C’mon, I’ll just at least lead you outta here. You’ll find your caretaker on your own, right?” He took her hand but she wrenched it out and he laughed more easily at her flashing eyes. “Right, right, okay, no touching either,” he said, raising his hands to where she could see them. “Jus’ follow me then. I’ll take you to the public floors.” And so she slowly walked back through the hallways again, the limber Jim striding along in front of her. He often shot too far ahead and so was constantly speeding and slowing every once in a while, obviously wishing she’d hurry up. At least he said nothing when Eureka jumped on the spot randomly. Though there was that look in his eyes that told her he wanted to laugh.
There was an especially loud metallic noise and then a black something exploded out from the vents. The man jumped away quickly as it landed where he had been standing and he opened his mouth to shout something, but apparently wasn’t expecting anything like Syvex because his mouth simply remained open. Syvex took this chance to punch him in the face and he crumpled to the floor.
“Finally. Glad to see you’re not being attacked by monsters or bleeding to death or anything like that.” He looked her up and down again. “So…you’re okay? I guess?”
Backstabberbackstabberbackstabber. “Define okay,” she replied morosely, after a worryingly long pause. “You just punched that guy, right?”
Syvex looked at her oddly, or at least as oddly as he could with no eyes, and replied, “Define punching.”
Okay, maybe he spoke too soon. After all, he didn’t know at all what happened when she got impaled on a horrifying monster tentacle. He watched as she cautiously poked at the walls. “There’s nothing weird about this, is there?”
“Uh…the walls? I don’t…think so…?”
Eureka sighed. “Okay. Let’s go, I guess. But I’m not going around in any vents.”
On the floor, Jim groaned quietly.