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three Legionnaires sneaking through the town / the Capitol went and broke one's crown
WHO| Open to Lyle Norg, Rokk Krinn, and/or Brainiac 5 and YOU!
WHAT| The Legionnaires puttering around the arena
WHEN| Week 1 Catchall for all three Legionnaires (May add more weeks if not much changes for Weeks 2 and 3.)
WHERE| Pick a scenario!
WARNINGS| cw: With Brainy: mental illness/a character essentially being forced off their meds
A) The Newsstand
The Legion holed up in an old news shop, largely because there was no front window that was easily breakable, just a door and broken sign saying "Plastino's Paper Shop."
They'd blocked the back door. The front was broken on its hinges but they'd moved some of the shelves to create a hurdle there so that they could easily attack someone that came in. The staircase that led upstairs had been left open in case they needed to make an escape to the roof since there were ways they could make their way down. Around them were shelves with all manner of things. One had snacks and candy that was mostly moldy but had a few edible things that could be picked out of it. There was refrigerator, long since broken, that had glass bottles of beverages inside that had probably long since gone bad. And there were shelves and shelves of rotten newspapers, moldy science fiction novels, pulp magazines, and comic books with titles like "Startling Stories," "Captain Future: Wizard of Science!" or "Tales of the Amazing."
When one of them wasn't out scouting, Rokk and Lyle planned things in hushed voices, keeping watch on the door. As a way of essentially focusing his mind on something that wouldn't cause it to overclock, Brainy had occupied himself with reading the tattered, moldy remains of a pulp magazine called "Stories of the Downright Unusual," that had a sinister green alien on the cover with a big head and futuristic ray gun. It advertised a story titled "The Green Menace: They Came From Planet Onzar!" and insisted it would shock and astound the reader.
"Astounding? Not astounding. Terribly insensitive," he was muttering to himself, frowning at it. "Space racists. Humans have no imagination. None. Bouncing graviton particle beams off the main deflector dish - nonsense. Nonsense. Utter nonsense."
He was still having difficulty keeping it together after having his personality inhibitors removed and that was partly why the atmosphere in the little shop was a bit...defensive, as his two friends were feeling particularly protective.
Because of the broken front door, there were some that might figure the place to be unoccupied who might poke their heads in but with how run-down many of the buildings were, the three Legionnaires knew that there weren't many places to hole up that were much better. So they were simply prepared to either chat with anyone that showed up to try to turn them away nonviolently, or, if any intruders felt like trying to attack, to turn them away forcibly.
B) A House Near the Orchards
They'd opted for snares in the trees. People might go to them seeking fruit and snares were simple and non-fatal - elegant in a way. The idea was to trap a few people, bicker about how to be evil without killing them and breaking the bet, annoying them for a while, and letting them go free, unhappy at their own lack of creativity.
It was risky but they needed at least some theatrics supporting their story, so while it increased the risk of retribution in the short-term, it might lead to their chances of being revived each time being greater in the long term.
Everyone loved a good villain and short of a ridiculously slow dipping mechanism, what else could they do?
So they waited for potential victims, pressed down low on the roof of the nearby house.
[ooc: Any characters that get snagged will be released, though they might get spooked during the ordeal, unsure of if they're going to be killed or not.]
c) Scouting
Brainy was in no condition to be moving around much - he was muttering to himself enough that people would be able to hear him in the fog, so despite the fact they didn't really want to be separated, Lyle and Rokk took turns going out alone to scout for more supplies and to get the lay of the land in the arena while the other stayed to mind him.
Luckily, they had a handy pick axe they each got to take with them when it was their turn. Not so luckily, it seemed that other Tributes weren't the only threat out there in the fog...
[ooc: Indicate which scenario you'd like and which combination of characters you want to thread with. In the first scenario (A), it can be all three characters or any combination of two of them. (Rokk or Lyle can be out scouting if you want Brainy with just one of them, or if you want just Rokk and Lyle, Brainy can be asleep.) In the second scenario (B) it's automatically all three of them. In the third scenario (C) you can get Rokk or Lyle by themselves, just pick one and note where your character finds them.]
WHAT| The Legionnaires puttering around the arena
WHEN| Week 1 Catchall for all three Legionnaires (May add more weeks if not much changes for Weeks 2 and 3.)
WHERE| Pick a scenario!
WARNINGS| cw: With Brainy: mental illness/a character essentially being forced off their meds
A) The Newsstand
The Legion holed up in an old news shop, largely because there was no front window that was easily breakable, just a door and broken sign saying "Plastino's Paper Shop."
They'd blocked the back door. The front was broken on its hinges but they'd moved some of the shelves to create a hurdle there so that they could easily attack someone that came in. The staircase that led upstairs had been left open in case they needed to make an escape to the roof since there were ways they could make their way down. Around them were shelves with all manner of things. One had snacks and candy that was mostly moldy but had a few edible things that could be picked out of it. There was refrigerator, long since broken, that had glass bottles of beverages inside that had probably long since gone bad. And there were shelves and shelves of rotten newspapers, moldy science fiction novels, pulp magazines, and comic books with titles like "Startling Stories," "Captain Future: Wizard of Science!" or "Tales of the Amazing."
When one of them wasn't out scouting, Rokk and Lyle planned things in hushed voices, keeping watch on the door. As a way of essentially focusing his mind on something that wouldn't cause it to overclock, Brainy had occupied himself with reading the tattered, moldy remains of a pulp magazine called "Stories of the Downright Unusual," that had a sinister green alien on the cover with a big head and futuristic ray gun. It advertised a story titled "The Green Menace: They Came From Planet Onzar!" and insisted it would shock and astound the reader.
"Astounding? Not astounding. Terribly insensitive," he was muttering to himself, frowning at it. "Space racists. Humans have no imagination. None. Bouncing graviton particle beams off the main deflector dish - nonsense. Nonsense. Utter nonsense."
He was still having difficulty keeping it together after having his personality inhibitors removed and that was partly why the atmosphere in the little shop was a bit...defensive, as his two friends were feeling particularly protective.
Because of the broken front door, there were some that might figure the place to be unoccupied who might poke their heads in but with how run-down many of the buildings were, the three Legionnaires knew that there weren't many places to hole up that were much better. So they were simply prepared to either chat with anyone that showed up to try to turn them away nonviolently, or, if any intruders felt like trying to attack, to turn them away forcibly.
B) A House Near the Orchards
They'd opted for snares in the trees. People might go to them seeking fruit and snares were simple and non-fatal - elegant in a way. The idea was to trap a few people, bicker about how to be evil without killing them and breaking the bet, annoying them for a while, and letting them go free, unhappy at their own lack of creativity.
It was risky but they needed at least some theatrics supporting their story, so while it increased the risk of retribution in the short-term, it might lead to their chances of being revived each time being greater in the long term.
Everyone loved a good villain and short of a ridiculously slow dipping mechanism, what else could they do?
So they waited for potential victims, pressed down low on the roof of the nearby house.
[ooc: Any characters that get snagged will be released, though they might get spooked during the ordeal, unsure of if they're going to be killed or not.]
c) Scouting
Brainy was in no condition to be moving around much - he was muttering to himself enough that people would be able to hear him in the fog, so despite the fact they didn't really want to be separated, Lyle and Rokk took turns going out alone to scout for more supplies and to get the lay of the land in the arena while the other stayed to mind him.
Luckily, they had a handy pick axe they each got to take with them when it was their turn. Not so luckily, it seemed that other Tributes weren't the only threat out there in the fog...
[ooc: Indicate which scenario you'd like and which combination of characters you want to thread with. In the first scenario (A), it can be all three characters or any combination of two of them. (Rokk or Lyle can be out scouting if you want Brainy with just one of them, or if you want just Rokk and Lyle, Brainy can be asleep.) In the second scenario (B) it's automatically all three of them. In the third scenario (C) you can get Rokk or Lyle by themselves, just pick one and note where your character finds them.]
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The appearance of a group of older teens made him groan in frustration, or it could have been the pain. "Like now. I will completely Linda Blair you if you don't cut me down." He was not going to be intimidated by a bunch of kids!
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"Asked us. He asks us."
The laughing suddenly stopped and he shoved at Topher to get him swinging again, then back away in case in made him throw up.
"You didn't say please," he said viciously. "Rude."
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He kept an eye on the unfortunate sentient they had dangling from the tree as Brainy set him swinging, wondering if he'd be able to grab onto the tree to get himself some relief from hanging upside-down.
"Don't shove him too hard, Brainy, it's no fun if you knock him out by whacking his head against the tree trunk."
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Going on as if their captive wasn't even there he said, "Do you think he has anything worth taking on him? Since you two made it so we're not allowed to just kill him we should get something in return." Like not killing him was a favour they should be rewarded for."
"Although... I guess we could just leave him there and see how long it takes him to pass out?"
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"Just freakin' kill me already." Ugh, yeah, something was definitely coming up.
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He darted forward and gave the sentient another push toward the tree so that he could try to latch on again.
"I think we can find something more entertaining than killing you immediately, can we?"
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He ran a hand through his hair.
"This is so difficult."
It was. How did do you do evil things without actually causing harm?
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"Well if you're that squeamish we could just see if he has any useful information that's valuable enough to buy his freedom. Preferably before he makes a mess."
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Yep, there was round two.
cw: language
Nass, they'd made him puke. Now Lyle was going to feel guilty about that unless they figured out a way to get him some food. "Gross, now we're going to have to move the trap or find some way to cover that mess up."
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He threw his head back, almost like a child lamenting that the entire world was boring.
"Lyyyle, why did you pick such a difficult wager? Not killing people is boring and torture is messy - and he's already made a mess. We may as well let him go."
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"One of you help me get him down before he does it again. I don't want him to get it on me." He'd also rather avoid dropping their victim into his own vomit. They'd already done enough to the other sentient. "We can decide what to do with him when he's not going to make another mess."
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While still hanging there at the mercy of kids, Topher's eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh, Brainy. I know yo-" And that was all he was able to get out before his red face paled and he finally passed out.
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"Well, that was fun. And by "fun" I mean "boring". Any idea what he was talking about, Brainy?"
A quick pat-down later and he turned to pout at his teammates. "Doesn't even have anything worth taking on him. I say we go stash him somewhere, let him stew in his own panic for a bit, and then see if we can get a good show out of him."
They'd just have to stash him somewhere he could escape from. He didn't seem like the type of sentient who'd risk coming after them for revenge. Not alone.
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"Haven't the faintest. I'm sure we'll find out. Intertron bricks to the head. Surprises. That's how our lives work. We'll find out."
He didn't like it. If someone knew him without them knowimg him, it could mean any number of things and quite a few of them would be bad for their cover.
He shrugged at Lyle's suggestion.
"I suppose it'll be worth a laugh for the viewers. We might as well."