The sequence of a life form braised in the sand

[crabulous]

Who| Zoidberg & Guy | Zoidberg & Sherlock
What| Zoidberg encounters his very best friend, Guy! Later, he is trapped/killed by Sherlock!
Where| The dinosaur exhibit first, then to the whale exhibit.
When| Week 6
Warnings/Notes| Death and hideousness!

Zoidberg was wandering the halls of the museum in an aimless fashion, jonesing for something to eat, anything at all. It had been days since his last decent meal and already he could feel one of his stomachs was beginning to break down and devour another. He felt weak, helpless, and all he could do now was scuttle about and wail mournfully into the heavens.

It was while on one of his pathetic walkabouts that he ventured into the dinosaur exhibit, passing the remains of the barricade in his quest for a meal. With all these bones just lying around, it seemed possible that there would be some manner of meat attached to them. Heartbeat escalating, he started to sniff around and investigate.

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The whale exhibit seemed to be calling out to him, beckoning him into it's simulated watery depths. The taxidermied sea mammals were very alluring and all Zoidberg wanted to do was approach them and learn their secrets. He gave very little thought to whether of not he was alone. All he wished was to be one with the oceanic beings.

Comments

[costing]

Sherlock doesn't like to be surprised. And yet the arena has been one shock after another, from the circumstances to other combatants. When he leans over the edge of the exhibit to look at the newcomer, however, he gets the biggest shock of all.

The trolls' existence had been hard to swallow, but not impossible. But this... this is one of the sea animal exhibits come to grotesque life. Looking at Zoidberg, Sherlock starts wondering if he has gills or lungs, how he reproduces. It's a little disturbing, how quickly he runs through facts on crustaceans and others, trying to happen upon useful information.

"I might ask you the same question," he mutters, though it's not particularly quiet.

[crabulous]

The lobster looked around furiously, searching for the source of the voice. Was it coming from the elephant seal? No one could tell...

"I asked you first!" He called out, raising a claw up in a show of self-defense. He was too frightened to try being masculine. Instead, he aimed to seem small and pathetic, in hopes of garnering sympathy from the terrifying voice of the void.

[costing]

The claws are a threat, obviously, even if the one wielding them is revealing more and more incompetence. Sherlock maintains his hiding place, questions the sense of his very existence, and then shakes his head. This time, he doesn't bother muttering as he replies.

"I never actually asked." He does love his technicalities. He shifts a bit, getting a better angle on the whale's wiring. If this alien? monster? creature? gets any closer, he'll have to act.

[crabulous]

Zoidberg let out a soft whoop of fright, slowly approaching the seal that was clearly the source to all of this troublesome nonsense. Slowly, he reached out to it, as if he were going to slap it upside the head.

"And I never actually answered!" He cried out, in an attempt to be brave. "So there!"

[costing]

Intrigued though he is, Sherlock can't risk getting close when the creature looks like he could snap him in two. So when Zoidberg comes forward, Sherlock reacts on instinct-- he snaps his trip wire, and holds his breath as the giant whale skeleton comes crashing down.

[crabulous]

The noise that Zoidberg emitted was a terrible one, loud and shrill and scary. Even worse than that sound, however, was the horrific splat which accompanied it. Despite his tough outer shell, the lobster man was squished cleanly beneath the whale, crushed and with catastrophic injuries.

"Help! Help, friend! I'm dying!"

[costing]

The sound startles Sherlock, a bit. Not because he wasn't expecting it, but because he wasn't expecting to feel remorse for it. Now he comes out from behind his low barricade, fixes Zoidberg with a cold stare.

"Are you an obstacle?" he asks. Rather than a Tribute, he thinks. He'd been warned about being goaded into action by the Gamemakers.

[crabulous]

"No!" The voice cried out, muffled by the mass of the whale, and clearly scared. "I'm a Decapodian!" Obviously that would clear up the misconceptions about him posing some sort of threat, right?

[costing]

"You don't have ten limbs." Clearly that's the important take away, here.

But at the same time, there's a sinking feeling in Sherlock's gut. That's he hurt someone who didn't deserve it-- and that this place seeded enough paranoia in him to cause it.

[crabulous]

"Oh no!" Zoidberg cried out, "What happened to my other limbs?"

Of course, he didn't have any missing limbs, but being crushed beneath the whale was making him confused. Likely, he was well on his way toward a sad and tragic death.

[costing]

"Shift towards the center," Sherlock says. It's brusque advice, but good all the same. At the center of the whale's ribs, the pressure will lift.

He isn't going to reply to the other's exclamation. It's too ridiculous, at the moment.

[crabulous]

The man attempted to move, but found he could not. His only possible reaction was the mangled sob which escaped his jumbled mouth flap. "I can't move! I think I might die here!"

Indeed, he was expending an awful lot of energy in his sorrowful screams.