Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Round 2: A City in Which Physics Work Somewhat Differently]
09-28-2011, 10:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.
As Shieldman approached the jail cell he had been assigned to, he observed the inmates around him. Adapting to the-- altered, not abandoned-- physics of the area had not been hard. It was the jellyfish people that were a bit odd to him. Jellyfish were probably the only organism that could survive such illogical conditions without adverse effect. Their goopy bodies stretched and writhed around in the iron cells, held back by what appeared to be superheated bars over the doors, which naturally gathered frost.
Keys clinked in the lock of Arckal and Michael Bay's cell, and Shieldman stepped in, peering at a clipboard.
"Citizen Arckal Stich, under the Proximity And Limitations Of Physical Distance Modification laws, your charges have been rendered null. There was a physics terrorist using causality to initi--"
"Cut to the chase, Shieldman. What're you doing here?" Arckal quipped.
"Yessir. I was drafted into the police force... four minutes nineteen seconds after my arrival in this city, due to my body being non-gelatinous."
"You mean those squelchy guys? Yeah, they're the ones who threw me in here. But lookie who I found rottin' in the slammer."
"Hey there."
"Michael Bay. Director of numerous explosion-laden cinematographic pieces. Recently ascended to godhood. It is... ironic to meet a deity in such a place."
Shieldman gestured about the dank, cement-block cell; despite the lack of facial expression, dislike dripped from his words. It was most likely the inaccuracies about robotkind in Transformers that gave him a bit of a grudge against Bay.
"I have been instructed to escort you both to the Chief of Police in the Tertiary Bureaucratic Offices in West-North-West building."
Arckal's expression went sour at the idea of dealing with governmental red tape. "Can't you, y'know, speed it up a little? Get us outta here quick?"
Shieldman nodded after a moment. "Chief Jigglywobble has been informed of your release, Citizen Arckal. You may leave. Godhead Bay... you may accompany us. I foresee a godlike entity being a useful asset in our current objective."
Michael snickered at the ambiguous language, but stood up alongside his muscle-bound disciple. Shieldman escorted them both from the cell and into a short stone passageway that seemed to taper off until it was no more than a few centimeters tall at the other end. Without so much as a second thought, the robot strode forward, seeming to shrink far faster than perspective would normally cause. He turned and waved for the movie-men to follow.
"This doesn't look... all that safe, tin man." Arckal muttered, staring uncertainly at the puny door a few feet off.
"It's quite safe. I assume you will have difficulty adjusting to this? Unfortunate. Simply act as I do, and we may be able to progress without incident."
The actor took a step or two forward, putting on a bold expression, figuring it couldn't be any stranger than the ending of Inception. The hallway shrunk and grew simultaneously. Shieldman opened the door, now a meter tall, and the city unfolded before them.
Literally.
As Shieldman approached the jail cell he had been assigned to, he observed the inmates around him. Adapting to the-- altered, not abandoned-- physics of the area had not been hard. It was the jellyfish people that were a bit odd to him. Jellyfish were probably the only organism that could survive such illogical conditions without adverse effect. Their goopy bodies stretched and writhed around in the iron cells, held back by what appeared to be superheated bars over the doors, which naturally gathered frost.
Keys clinked in the lock of Arckal and Michael Bay's cell, and Shieldman stepped in, peering at a clipboard.
"Citizen Arckal Stich, under the Proximity And Limitations Of Physical Distance Modification laws, your charges have been rendered null. There was a physics terrorist using causality to initi--"
"Cut to the chase, Shieldman. What're you doing here?" Arckal quipped.
"Yessir. I was drafted into the police force... four minutes nineteen seconds after my arrival in this city, due to my body being non-gelatinous."
"You mean those squelchy guys? Yeah, they're the ones who threw me in here. But lookie who I found rottin' in the slammer."
"Hey there."
"Michael Bay. Director of numerous explosion-laden cinematographic pieces. Recently ascended to godhood. It is... ironic to meet a deity in such a place."
Shieldman gestured about the dank, cement-block cell; despite the lack of facial expression, dislike dripped from his words. It was most likely the inaccuracies about robotkind in Transformers that gave him a bit of a grudge against Bay.
"I have been instructed to escort you both to the Chief of Police in the Tertiary Bureaucratic Offices in West-North-West building."
Arckal's expression went sour at the idea of dealing with governmental red tape. "Can't you, y'know, speed it up a little? Get us outta here quick?"
Shieldman nodded after a moment. "Chief Jigglywobble has been informed of your release, Citizen Arckal. You may leave. Godhead Bay... you may accompany us. I foresee a godlike entity being a useful asset in our current objective."
Michael snickered at the ambiguous language, but stood up alongside his muscle-bound disciple. Shieldman escorted them both from the cell and into a short stone passageway that seemed to taper off until it was no more than a few centimeters tall at the other end. Without so much as a second thought, the robot strode forward, seeming to shrink far faster than perspective would normally cause. He turned and waved for the movie-men to follow.
"This doesn't look... all that safe, tin man." Arckal muttered, staring uncertainly at the puny door a few feet off.
"It's quite safe. I assume you will have difficulty adjusting to this? Unfortunate. Simply act as I do, and we may be able to progress without incident."
The actor took a step or two forward, putting on a bold expression, figuring it couldn't be any stranger than the ending of Inception. The hallway shrunk and grew simultaneously. Shieldman opened the door, now a meter tall, and the city unfolded before them.
Literally.