Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
07-31-2011, 10:04 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
Vibrations from throughout the theater echoed through METAL's body, none unexamined. A broad hall full of audience members, heartbeats weak and strong. Stage rigging, smoke machines, an occupied sound/light control room, and an undetermined precariously-perched object laid above. Numerous individuals backstage and front, two of which precisely matched the weight and volume METAL had approximated from visual input for competitors <Dahlia Finch> and <Sunspot Nightowl>. One was choking (!!!), but was quickly attended to by other individuals; METAL paid attention as she recovered, intent to rush to her aid if necessary, though the conditions of the battle would make a piggyback ride to the hospital infeasible. Several other persons were experiencing minor bouts of possible danger – a young woman retching in the restrooms behind the audience, two side-characters nearly coming to blows in an argument backstage – but no immediate threats that required METAL's intervention.
Oh, METAL's advanced processors were crunching through the implications of his battle, too. But the most important thing to do in new environments is to ensure the safety of civilians. Any hero knows that.
From his vantage point slightly offstage, METAL observed the other purported hero(es) who had joined the battle. Switching through his grayscale sensors' contrast settings, METAL confirmed that the entity known as <Sunspot Nightowl> was indeed wearing a colorful spandex suit. His stance was tall and proud, his speech booming and showy. This clearly met all METAL's requirements to recognize a fellow hero. (Or villain, technically. As this individual had neither attacked civilians on sight nor cackled madly, METAL was giving him the benefit of the doubt.)
Without warning, the precarious object METAL had failed to track came down on <Sunspot Nightowl>, its airborne path evading METAL's vibration-detection and distracted optical sensors. He immediately determined that nobody was hurt, of course; superpowered heroes rarely fail to withstand a simple couch to the face. However, this dangerous phenomenon solidified METAL's priorities: This battle was extremely hazardous to all civilians in the area!
METAL rapidly trod out into the spotlight, thudding his way to the front of the stage. <Sunspot Nightowl> immediately snapped to attention, alert as any hero would be to the advance of a colossal metal golem toward a crowd of civilians. Without breaking his advance, METAL attempted to pacify his fellow hero by morphing the end of his arm into a bulky thumbs-up gesture.
"ATTENT10N C1V1L1ANS!"
METAL's voice exploded over the crowd, not a soul unhearing. Up in the control room, the sound crew futilely scrambled to find and reduce the volume for his mic.
<font size="4">"THE PART1C1PANTS 1N TH1S ENTERTA1NMENT 0PERAT10N HAVE A H1GH PR0BAB1L1TY OF UT1L1Z1NG DANGER0US MANEUVERS 1N THE 1MM1NENT PR0CEED1NGS," METAL continued from no visible mouth. "1T 1S ADV1SABLE THAT Y0U MA1NTA1N D1STANCE FR0M THE STAGE PLATF0RM AND EXERC1SE EXTREME CAUT10N. SAFETY F1RST, C1T1ZENS!"
That should do for now. He could mimic a fire alarm if things got truly treacherous.
METAL turned back to the stage. Now to help his fellow kidnapped competitors escape this 'battle', this... 1NJUST1CE.</font>
Vibrations from throughout the theater echoed through METAL's body, none unexamined. A broad hall full of audience members, heartbeats weak and strong. Stage rigging, smoke machines, an occupied sound/light control room, and an undetermined precariously-perched object laid above. Numerous individuals backstage and front, two of which precisely matched the weight and volume METAL had approximated from visual input for competitors <Dahlia Finch> and <Sunspot Nightowl>. One was choking (!!!), but was quickly attended to by other individuals; METAL paid attention as she recovered, intent to rush to her aid if necessary, though the conditions of the battle would make a piggyback ride to the hospital infeasible. Several other persons were experiencing minor bouts of possible danger – a young woman retching in the restrooms behind the audience, two side-characters nearly coming to blows in an argument backstage – but no immediate threats that required METAL's intervention.
Oh, METAL's advanced processors were crunching through the implications of his battle, too. But the most important thing to do in new environments is to ensure the safety of civilians. Any hero knows that.
From his vantage point slightly offstage, METAL observed the other purported hero(es) who had joined the battle. Switching through his grayscale sensors' contrast settings, METAL confirmed that the entity known as <Sunspot Nightowl> was indeed wearing a colorful spandex suit. His stance was tall and proud, his speech booming and showy. This clearly met all METAL's requirements to recognize a fellow hero. (Or villain, technically. As this individual had neither attacked civilians on sight nor cackled madly, METAL was giving him the benefit of the doubt.)
Without warning, the precarious object METAL had failed to track came down on <Sunspot Nightowl>, its airborne path evading METAL's vibration-detection and distracted optical sensors. He immediately determined that nobody was hurt, of course; superpowered heroes rarely fail to withstand a simple couch to the face. However, this dangerous phenomenon solidified METAL's priorities: This battle was extremely hazardous to all civilians in the area!
METAL rapidly trod out into the spotlight, thudding his way to the front of the stage. <Sunspot Nightowl> immediately snapped to attention, alert as any hero would be to the advance of a colossal metal golem toward a crowd of civilians. Without breaking his advance, METAL attempted to pacify his fellow hero by morphing the end of his arm into a bulky thumbs-up gesture.
"ATTENT10N C1V1L1ANS!"
METAL's voice exploded over the crowd, not a soul unhearing. Up in the control room, the sound crew futilely scrambled to find and reduce the volume for his mic.
<font size="4">"THE PART1C1PANTS 1N TH1S ENTERTA1NMENT 0PERAT10N HAVE A H1GH PR0BAB1L1TY OF UT1L1Z1NG DANGER0US MANEUVERS 1N THE 1MM1NENT PR0CEED1NGS," METAL continued from no visible mouth. "1T 1S ADV1SABLE THAT Y0U MA1NTA1N D1STANCE FR0M THE STAGE PLATF0RM AND EXERC1SE EXTREME CAUT10N. SAFETY F1RST, C1T1ZENS!"
That should do for now. He could mimic a fire alarm if things got truly treacherous.
METAL turned back to the stage. Now to help his fellow kidnapped competitors escape this 'battle', this... 1NJUST1CE.</font>