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CLOSED ♔ we're making monsters

WHO || Mars! [Closed]
WHAT || Mars awakes in the basement of the testing facility
WHERE || Luckman Industries computer-aided enrichment center, Germany
WHEN || June 2nd [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Mars has no idea what's transpired, given that for him, he was just about cast mage hand when suddenly he blinks and ... finds himself alone. In a dark, dingy room that looks like it's falling apart, an abandoned basement cell of some kind where various testing parts are scattered around the room - large red buttons, darkened turrets, and a bunch of rubble here and there. The door barely looks like a door, and high above, the ceiling looks in danger of caving in.

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Blinking he looked and was very confused suddenly. Given the drastic difference between where he was then, and where he is now. Of course, given what bad luck he has on top of being a klutz, his eyes went right to that red button. Stepping forward he eyed it some. Then looking to the door, squinting some to look around trying to be a little smarter this time, looking for cracks or anything else besides the buttons. (Spot; 18)

He notices what looks like some kind of vent further up the wall, but doesn't get much of a chance to look at it before he suddenly here's a voice hissing from behind him in something of a stage whisper.

"Pssssssst. Over here."

He had been looking up at the vent, trying to figure out if he could get himself up there or not. Being tall here was a bit of a double edged sword after all. If he got in the vent he might get stuck. Hearing the voice he looked backwards towards the noise.

"...The hell...." he muttered looking for the source of the voice. (Spot; 16)

It takes him a moment to locate the source of the whispering, because his initial reaction is probably to look for a person. Instead, it seems to be coming from a small orb nestled on a pile of debris in one corner. A single blue blinking eye rolls his way, and it speaks in a chipper English accent.

"Yes, yes, right over here, this way! Ah - hello! I thought I heard someone poking about."

Upon seeing the blinking blue eye he just stared a bit tilting his head some. Yeah, so not what he expected. Still, it had spoke and it was rude to ignore the thing.

"Yeah, I have no idea how I got here." He spoke as he moved over to the orb like a good little follower.

"Oh yes, that," he remarks, turning a bit in place, as his eye narrows. "Well, you see, there was a bit of a, er, mishap, really, if my surveillance tapes are accurate, and you were, ohhh, how should I put this--

A bit of a statue, really. All marble limbs and dead little white eyes. She did it, you see."

Mars brown eyes went quite wide then. That was SO not what he expected. "At least I live up to my name's sake then. I'm Mars, you got a name little guy?" He asked figuring the things gotta be there to help somehow.

"Well, actually, that's a, erm, that's a planet. It's possible you may have suffered some minor, um... brain damage from that whole statue... thing. But all your motor functions seem to be working properly! Which is ... more than I can say about myself. Wheatley! Is my name." He spins in place theatrically. "And I think we could help each other, Mars." The name is said with exaggerated disbelief, and his eye flicks up to a strange rail on the ceiling that vanishes out a port. "I just need a bit of a boost, is all."

"And a roman god, who had statues made of him. It's a nickname." He didn't expect to get a machine talking about brain damage there, but he was not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

"Dare I ask whats wrong with you, Wheatley?" he asked to the functioning comment, but his head inclined up in the direction that the orb motioned before looking back to Wheatley. "You think if I tossed you up it would work?"

"Wrong is a very... very strong word, I would say. I mean, right as rain, that's me, just right as rain... down here, where I'm not very much use, yeah? Unfortunate turn of events, that." He nods, sort of, at the railing again, sounding a bit (unsure) about the idea. "Lucky for me that I'm still hooked into the main surveillance grid, because I just happen to know that you - yes, you - are a maaaaaagic. User." It sounds a great deal as if he's wiggling his fingers, even though he doesn't have any. "And given that this chamber does employ a bit of thing called gravity, I would really rather we didn't just go tossing me about like a discus, or... cannonball. Which takes tossing a lot ... less well, really, which is probably a better illustration of the ensuing situation. You can do magic, yeah?"

Mars listened to the machine ramble, and he could totally picture some finger wiggling there too. Nodding some at the question and the point of it all. "Yeah I am, so, just up to those rails huh?"

He didn't really wait for an answer, he was just hoping thing went right. Casting Mage Hand and concentrating (18) to try and get the little robo-ball up to the rail.

Wheatley doesn't weigh much at all, and so it's a simple matter for Mars to loft him up in the air, and send him sailing towards the railing. The little robot lets out a sound of surprise at the abruptness.

"Oh! Oh dear. This is very high, isn't it? A bit to the right now, yes just a biiiit more, annnd--" He clicks into place against the rail, where he rolls back and forth a bit as if stretching. "Yes! Brilliant! Look at you, gold star. Oh, it's good to be mobile again. Look at this!" He slides down the railing rapidly across the expanse of ceiling, giddily. "Now I'm over here! And now I'm over here again! Bloody fantastic, that is, moving. I suppose you'd know all about that, what with that whole... bipedal thing you've got going on, eh?" He seems to remember finally that this wasn't just so he could take a joy ride and grinds to a stop. "Ah, right. Rescue! I suppose that's what you're interested in, yeah? Just... wait right there a moment." He slides towards the exit panel, pausing to add: "Not that you really have anywhere else to go. But you know. On principle." And with that, he vanishes.

Mars beamed like a kindergartner being given an actual gold star sticker. Something went right! His luck of late he was starting to wonder about himself. He watched Wheatley roll about before laughing a bit.

"Yes, a rescue would be helpful, Wheatley." He spoke amused. Watching him go, waiting like he was asked.

A few seconds later, Wheatley zooms back in, only a wee bit chagrined as he admits: "Or that would be the... wrong way, then. Right. Out this way!" He vanishes again out the opposite panel, and there's a series of clanging noises through the wall and ceiling... before abruptly what appears to be some kind of panel akin to the elevator that lifted them in one of the testing chambers lights up from where it lies on the ground, looking previously indisposed. There's a whoop from beyond the chamber, and then suddenly a humongous tube comes crashing through the wall, followed moments later by Wheatley yelling: "Oi! Watch your head!" Blue viscous liquid comes pouring out of the tube, splattering on the ground, and also covering the platform, before it drips to a stop.

Wheatley comes whirring back in, eye flicking back and forth as he examines his handiwork with what appears to be pride. He lets out a joyful laugh. "Brilliant! One rescue, coming right up. Why don't you hop right on that platform there, but not... actually hop, because with that repulsion gel, you're bound to leap through the ceiling."

He couldn't help a small amused chuckle when Wheatley zoomed about. It was an amazing little machine. Moving quickly to the side at the warning he listened to the warning arching a brow.

"So, if I jump on that gel it will send me flying?" he asked since thats how it sounds to him. But he did as told, moving over to stand on the platform.

"Alright, next step?" He called back to Wheatley since he did not wanna hit the ceiling.

Yes. Amazing. That is the word for it.

"'Flying' is a very strong word. More ... soaring for a few glorious moments before coming back down and... well. Doing it all over again!" He swings around the rail in a full loop, joyfully, before coming to a halt and looking up at the ceiling. "Alright, I'm going to just make a bit of a hole there and then up you go! Just have to jump, really. Not that difficult at all. And, er, when you reach the top, tell your friends to jump down here with us."

He slides down the rail speedily, jacking himself into a console and twirling a bit. "Oh, that tickles..." A very unmanly giggle erupts from him but he quenches it with a deep cough, and then says, as the platform Mars is on starts to slowly and wobbily rise towards the ceiling, where a panel opens up. "Alright, on your mark... get set...

JUMP!"

For which Mars will have to make a Jump check! Which will help him sort of control his bounce as he ascends. If he gets lower than a 10, he will hit his head on the ceiling and fall back down to the floor below. Higher than a 10 and he will go sailing through the air up up up until he flies out through a crack in the broken floor of the room everyone else is in. He will literally come sailing out of the pit, hover in the air for a moment and see Gold, Faye, and Astrid there, as well as GLaDOS hanging from the ceiling above them... and then fall back down onto the platform below, so enjoy writing that and feel free to burst in there like the Kool-Aid man for a hot second.

Edited 2014-09-04 20:59 (UTC)

"Yeah, that's bad." He muttered looking at the ceiling a bit worried. He then looked a bit skeptical at Wheatley a moment, didn't he just say that was bad? He certainly remembers agreeing moments ago. Oh well, for once Mars decided NOT to question it, shit there were worse ways to die if this went bad.

He grinned a moment that at the giggle before backing up taking a breath to calm his now building nerves for a second behind "Wish me luck." He spoke at Wheatley and Jumped. (Jump Check 16.) And away he went. And one of Koko's rp dreams done.

Wheatley lets out a whoop as Mars plummets back down, yelling excitedly "Did you see 'em? Did you? Fantastic! Now just-- oh wait, there he goes again." Annnd as he falls he'll hit the rubber once more and then... bounce again. Once more, make a jump check. Below 10 hits the ceiling, 15 or below goes back up through the hole after they get a few comments in, and 16+ allows him to steer his landing so that he doesn't actually fall onto the goo and stays on the ground.

"Yeah!" he called back, be it an answer or just one fucking excited young man feeling like hes flying is really up to Wheatley to decide.

When he came down and pulls off landing safely and moves quickly to the side in case the others do jump down.(+17) And here he figured he would have broke his legs coming back down.

Edited 2014-09-05 00:27 (UTC)

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