EVENT LOG PT. 2 Well you tried to have fun

[inkredible]

Who: Everyone at the party
What: An intruder changes plans
Where: The Adventurer's Club
When: Later in the night on the Fourth of July
Warnings: Cartoonish Evil Doers



[All in all, the party’s gone off without a hitch so far, Food was eaten, fun was had, and it just seems like a pretty normal event so far!

That is, until the light’s suddenly shut off in the Adventurer’s Club. After about a minute of confused panic, a spotlight suddenly shines down on on who can only be described as a strange suited furry. He grins at the party goers around him.]

Welcome, foolish mortals, I’ve had my eye on this city and I thought we would play a little game.

All the doors and windows are locked in this building, so there’s no way in, and most importantly for you, NO WAY OUT.

Your little party has become an indefinite stay here, with one catch: You have to kill one of your fellow party goers and get away with it!

Now, why don’t you all make this fun?

[OOC: As a note: The second part of the event won’t last for more than a few hours ICly for those worried about being trapped here. But of course there has to be some way out of this mess, right?]

Comments

[beakie]

...

[Looks towards his drink. Pours it out onto the ground.]

Meep meemiimeep meep meemoomeep.

[Half of the people in this room are capable of assaulting this dude without question.]

[andbegone]

Volunteering yourself as a sacrifice? How thoughtful of you!

[Spoken from behind a chair because he knows full damn well he'd be one of the first people to get murdered if anyone actually goes for this.]

[beakie]

MEEP?

[He glances towards Plankton, horrified. Then he quickly looks back towards the stranger, vehemently shaking his head and raising his hands in defense. No thanks! He can't die today, not while Bunsen's still in the city!]

Meep, meep meemiimeep meemoo meep! Meep meemiimeep!

[Like, seriously, he'd be the worst for sacrifice, he actually knows things sometimes.]

[andbegone]

[Despite Plankton's almost nonexistent understanding of anything Beaker says at any given point in time, the tone makes it at least somewhat apparent that he's Probably Not Agreeing To That Plan.]

Well if you aren't going to die then make yourself useful and go stab someone.

[beakie]

[n

no????????????????????? Beaker starts backing away, glancing towards the currently locked windows and doors. He gestures to them, his voice high-pitched (well, higher than usual) and his meeps practically melding together with how fast he's talking.]

MEEP MEEMIIMEEP MEEMOO MEEP MEEMIIMEEP MEEP! MEEP MEEMIIMEEP MEEP MEEMOO!

[Just help him break open the windows or something!]

[flowersonthewall]

[Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the room, a different Beaker drinks a glass of wine and stops, hearing... something. Almost like his own voice?

Nah, probably nothing. Sip.]

[beakie]

[muppetlabs]

[andbegone]

[Looks at window. Looks at Beaker.]

You'd rather throw them through a window to kill them? You don't even remotely have the arm strength for that.

[beakie]

[Oh, for the love of God. Beaker throws up his arms in frustration and goes to grab a nearby chair. His arms shaking as he lifts it, Beaker tries to throw it towards the window.

Tink. The glass doesn't even crack as the chair slams against the frame. Too bad he's not super buff like Beaker from It's A Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie. Staring directly at Plankton, he starts to mime throwing the chair at the window at a snail's pace with very clearly exaggerated motions.

Throw. The. Chair. Please.]

[andbegone]

[Actually the miming thing is like a million times more effective than trying to get him to listen to a single goddamn word at any given time. Also he's almost vaguely impressed that Beaker managed to throw it in the first place.]

You know, there are about a million more subtle ways to escape if that's what you're going for here.

[beakie]

[He has the strength of two men, give him some credit. The perceived strain is only for comedic relief.

Beaker just sighs, shaking his head. He doesn't care about being subtle, he just wants to get the hell out of here before anything bad happens!]

Meep meemiimeep meemoo meep, meep meemiimeep!

[Gestures to all of the people around that seem like, 100% ready to fight the guy who just showed up.]

[andbegone]

[He glances over his shoulder, examining the others in attendance before nodding soundly.]

You're right. These fools will all kill each other in the panic following the glass shattering.

[Close enough.

It's fairly easy to heft the chair up over his head (twunk privilege), though when he hurls it at the window it doesn't quite break the first time around, just sort of hits the glass with a thud.]

...Are you sure you don't want to just murder someone and get this whole thing over with? It would save us a lot of time and effort. And by 'us' I mean 'me'.

[beakie]

[Beaker opens his mouth to interject about the first part, but then he realizes that it's probably better if he just doesn't say anything. He watches as Plankton tries to throw the chair at the window.

He side-eyes the Phantom Blot when Plankton asks that.

if only nick's beaker were here, he'd totally stab plankton]

Meep meemiimeep, meep meemiimeep meep meep.

[Well, if he was pushed, the only person they could probably benefit from killing is that guy. But even then, he probably has some tricks up his sleeve.]

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah! What he said!

[She has no idea what you're talking about, Beaker.]

[beakie]

MEEP MOO!

[thanks he appreciates the support]

[muppetlabs]

Oh, Beaker! There you are. Why did you change tables to the other side of the room?

[gee bunsen how come you get to talk to TWO beakers]

[beakie]

...Meep? Meep meemiimeep meemoo meep?

[Beaker looks towards the other side of the room, confused, but doesn't see anything. What is he talking about? He's been on this side of the room this whole time.

He shakes his head. Nevermind, it's not important. He gestures towards the Blot and meeps. Is there anything that can be used to distract him?]

[muppetlabs]

Wh- Huh. [This sure is a headscratcher] Perhaps the layout of this club is still unfamiliar to me.

Hmmm. Perhaps the thunder card ought to do the trick! I'll bring out the cannon if it's not enough.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Beaker gets a rather firm hand on his shoulder.]

Don’t worry.

[He’s got you, gym buddy.]

[ilovepuppies]

[straight up dives in front of Beaker] No one's laying a finger on the Meep Man!

[beakie]

[Holy shit this is like, more blatant support than he's ever received when he was working with the Muppets. Nautilus has nothing on this city's citizens.

A bit more confident, Beaker gives both Star and Snake a thumbs up. What they need is a plan to get out without being stopped by the Blot.

...Of course, the only plan he has right now is to just ram the doors and windows until they open, but at least that's a start.]

Meep! Meep meemiimeep meep meemoo meep?

[Any other ideas?]

[tacticalespionageaction]

There's always another way out.

[He's learnt that much over the years.]

Those who can fight should keep him occupied whilst the rest look for it.