DOKIDOKIDOKIDOKIDOKIDOKI!

[taseyousupernanny]

<Who| Phil, Clint, Peggy, Tony?
What| Phil just needs to stop serving guard duty... seriously.
Where| Candy Crackland
When| Week 2, After it turns to night
Warnings/Notes| Phil = MCU's Kenny... Do the math. Rabid doki-doki?

It had finally, finally gotten dark out. To be honest, if he'd had to deal with the bright light anymore he'd probably have snapped and killed someone. Clint most likely. Clint had taken to the throwing stars like a duck to water. Or at least, he was having fun with them and pissing Stark off in the meantime. Not that pissing Stark off was particularly difficult, but it wasn't what they needed to be doing right now. He'd soothed egos and made the children sit on opposite sides of the proverbial room.

It was his turn for watch and the sudden decent into night was making him twitchy. He hated that nothing was predictable. Nothing was predictable here except for the unpredictably. For a guy that made his living planing and executing ops not being able to have even a semblance of control was grating.

Phil was startled out of his thoughts when he heard rustling to the right. There, in the weeds, creepy little creatures. What the hell were they?

The threw a bottle of water into the tent. He didn't want to risk talking, but he refused to take his eyes off of the creepy critters either. They were cute, but something about them just seemed... off. No way was he dealing with this alone.  

OOC: It's lame but it gets stuff moving. I just, could not get anything moving on this one. ::sigh::

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[from_a_distance]

Clint was up in a jolt as soon as the water hit him. He hadn't been sleeping well, even when Peggy finally convinced him to try. It wasn't easy when all he could think about was how the hell was he going to keep them all alive, and what the hell would he do if it got down to just two of them?

He didn't have any good answers for that.

So waking up was kind of a relief. He quickly and quietly slid out of the tent to see what it was Coulson was signaling about, throwing stars close at hand, just in case, sword on his other side.

[onthedot]

She had promised she would eat when Clint finally slept, and she had kept her word though the food tasted like dust on her tongue. She was in the process of shoveling down another spoon full mechanically when the water bottle suddenly sailed into the tent and hit Clint square on the chest. She was on her feet in an instant, following Clint out with her bat in hand.

The darkness had descended so fast and unexpectedly her eyes took time to adjust. The godawful music still continued, which was in no way a relief even if that lent some continuity to the situation.

She stalled when she spotted the strange little creature.

What on Earth...?

[taseyousupernanny]

Well, he was impressed with their reaction time, he wasn't going to lie. He really did love his team. Who knows where Stark had wandered off to. But knowing Stark he'd come back with some sort of thingamajig that would just completely change the playing field. That is if the gamemakers didn't find it first.

In any case, the important thing was the cute and strangely creepy critters slowly approaching the camp site. The skittered around from rock to tree to plant and sang their strange little song. Well, assuming you could call the things around here rocks or trees or plants.

"This must be what happens when someone drops acid before watching My Little Pony."

One of the front ones made a strange little cooing noise as it rolled around on the ground. Like a cute puppy asking to be pet.

[from_a_distance]

"Jesus," Clint mutters, squinting into the darkness. It's a hell of a lot better than the relentless sunshine, but it doesn't exactly make getting a visual easy. "This is what's making that racket?" he asks, crouching next to Coulson, staring at the one on its back with a wary glare.

[onthedot]

"I wouldn't get too close."

She's had enough bad accidents with the creatures created by the gamemakers to be standing a suitable distance away, and looking around them for more.

[taseyousupernanny]

Coulson grimaced "I'm eerily reminded of the Cave of Caerbannog and we don't have a Holy Hand Grenade," he sighed, still watchful.

The one that had been rolling on the ground seemed put out by the lack of attention it was getting. It stood up and made a strangle little musical squeak. It must have been some sort of call because then three more came out from where they'd been hiding. Bringing the Doki-Doki count up to four.

OOC: OK, one more round of squinting at the Doki-Doki and then? DEATH! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!

[from_a_distance]

"I can find you a plank to bang your head against if you really want, sir," Clint offers, keeping an eye on the gathering creatures.

"But I'm thinking it's a good time to move camp."

[onthedot]

"Two more behind us," she murmured, eying the emerging creatures. She had no bloody idea what either of them were talking about but moving sounded like an awfully good idea to her at the moment.

They were being corralled in by singing alien animals. She privately thought she deserved a large amount of credit for not breaking down in hysterical laughter.

[taseyousupernanny]

Coulson turned in a slow circle watching them. Hysterically, all that kept going through his head was the "Run Away! Run away!" made infamous by the Pythons in Holy Grail. Sometimes your brain did the craziest things while under pressure.

The lead creature sang louder and louder. Or at least, Coulson assumed it was the leader, since it was singing the loudest and everything else was following it. With a final musical scream it lept and attached itself to Coulson's right calf. The rest seemed to take this as a signal, because they attacked the group.

"Mother Fucker!" Yes, he swore, but he was in pain. He swung his pink sparkly bat and hit at least one mid leap. It made a fairly comical squawking sound as it flew into the bushes. The one on his leg continued to gnaw, but he didn't have much choice but to ignore it as the rest came running and flung themselves at the group.

[from_a_distance]

Clint was half-expecting an attack from anything they came across in the arena, but he had been hoping it wouldn't come en masse like this. He immediately took up a defensive position, shifting so the three of them could form an out-facing circle with their backs to each other. The stars would be less than useful here, so he concentrated on the sword instead, swinging it at several of the creatures as they approached, taking off a head here and there. He really wanted to help Coulson with the one on his leg, but with the mass attack headed their way, that wasn't really an option.