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[behindcloseddoors]

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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[charismapotion]

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.

[ideamachine]

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.

[charismapotion]

"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.

[ideamachine]

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.

[charismapotion]

"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.

[ideamachine]

To here!