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progresscity2018-08-06 12:46 pm
flowersonthewall) wrote in progresscity2018-08-06 12:46 pm
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Communication Central
Who: Beaker and you!
What: Mingle log + mini-event giving away the brand new communicators
Where: Ellen's lab!
When: August 6th
Warnings: None
[Throughout the first few days of August, Beaker can be found plastering posters all around Progress City. If you happen to see him, he'll look absolutely exhausted, but it's fine- it won't be long before he can finally rest without this project looming over his head. Like the ones from June, the posters aren't particularly well designed or glamorous, but they get the job done. They all have the same message: on the 6th of August, there'll be a booth outside Ellen's lab giving away the newly finished communicators that Beaker has been working on for the past month and a half! And they're completely free of charge!
Sounds like a good deal.
Early Monday morning, while it's still fairly dark outside, Beaker gets to work. Ellen, bless her, helps set up the booth itself and carry the boxes of communicators outside. She even sets out an extra table for drinks and snacks- which, to be honest, is probably more for Beaker's sake than anything else. Not only has he been neglecting sleep, but he's been too busy finalizing the devices to remember to eat or drink. The last thing she needs is for her puppet assistant to keel over from dehydration.
Once the booths are set up, anyone can come by and pick up their communicator! There's even two miniature devices set aside- one for Basil, and one for Jedidiah. They're still a bit too over-sized, but hey- it's the thought that counts, right? And Beaker has plans to design smaller ones in the future, once he gets the hang of making stuff on such a tiny scale.
Beaker's also available for any questions people might have; though bear in mind, as the day goes on, he'll be getting more and more tired. By late Monday afternoon, he has his head on the table, and Ellen might have to take over for a bit.
Eventually, once it gets dark outside, and the remaining stragglers around the booth head home, Beaker'll start packing things up and bringing it all back inside. The remaining communicators will be available in Ellen's lab, for anyone who couldn't make the Monday giveaway. But unfortunately, if you're late, you probably won't be seeing Beaker for a while. As soon as he gets home to Vista Way, Beaker collapses onto his bed, and probably isn't waking up again until Wednesday afternoon.
It's finally time for this Muppet to rest.]
What: Mingle log + mini-event giving away the brand new communicators
Where: Ellen's lab!
When: August 6th
Warnings: None
[Throughout the first few days of August, Beaker can be found plastering posters all around Progress City. If you happen to see him, he'll look absolutely exhausted, but it's fine- it won't be long before he can finally rest without this project looming over his head. Like the ones from June, the posters aren't particularly well designed or glamorous, but they get the job done. They all have the same message: on the 6th of August, there'll be a booth outside Ellen's lab giving away the newly finished communicators that Beaker has been working on for the past month and a half! And they're completely free of charge!
Sounds like a good deal.
Early Monday morning, while it's still fairly dark outside, Beaker gets to work. Ellen, bless her, helps set up the booth itself and carry the boxes of communicators outside. She even sets out an extra table for drinks and snacks- which, to be honest, is probably more for Beaker's sake than anything else. Not only has he been neglecting sleep, but he's been too busy finalizing the devices to remember to eat or drink. The last thing she needs is for her puppet assistant to keel over from dehydration.
Once the booths are set up, anyone can come by and pick up their communicator! There's even two miniature devices set aside- one for Basil, and one for Jedidiah. They're still a bit too over-sized, but hey- it's the thought that counts, right? And Beaker has plans to design smaller ones in the future, once he gets the hang of making stuff on such a tiny scale.
Beaker's also available for any questions people might have; though bear in mind, as the day goes on, he'll be getting more and more tired. By late Monday afternoon, he has his head on the table, and Ellen might have to take over for a bit.
Eventually, once it gets dark outside, and the remaining stragglers around the booth head home, Beaker'll start packing things up and bringing it all back inside. The remaining communicators will be available in Ellen's lab, for anyone who couldn't make the Monday giveaway. But unfortunately, if you're late, you probably won't be seeing Beaker for a while. As soon as he gets home to Vista Way, Beaker collapses onto his bed, and probably isn't waking up again until Wednesday afternoon.
It's finally time for this Muppet to rest.]
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now listen i usually have people around to handle this, i aint got time to type shit
[And then an addendum slightly later:]
also, not a clown but i guess theres nothing wrong with being a clown
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YOU make me laugh tho. see:
HAH. HAH. HAH. HAH. HAH.
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you’re toast, buddy
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[True to his word, for better or worse Jed turns up at the park around noon, situated on a low-hanging branch of a tree. As one does. It took him A While to lasso his way up there but. It’s fine.]
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Figures, he didn't even bother showin' up! Coward.
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Hey! [He whistles sharply.] Ain’t nobody what gets to call Jedediah a coward! You didn’t even bother showin’ up on time. [Okay he’s not actually late at all but. He stopped for Dole Whip in advance which is enough for Jed to feel slightly on top of the situation.]
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No one tells Pete what to do! Being on time is for squares and suckers!
[He crushes the cup of dole whip in his hand and tosses it over his shoulder. Littering is a crime, kids. He leers at Jed, cracking his knuckles.]
Name your rules.
[Because Pete is sure as hell going to break them.]
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Jus' two. [He holds up a hand, one finger raised.] First one, cards're in. Use whichever ones you got. Second one-- [Rather than continue counting off on his hands, he instead just points at Pete this time around.]
No grabbin' me. Now, I don't care if you punch or kick or what-all, but you manhandle me an' all bets're off. [he doesn't even think they agreed to bet anything but] Got it?
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He takes a step back, taking his slightly crumpled cards from out of his overalls. He's never really used these before, but, hey, now's a better time than later to learn about their function.]
Alright, then, cowboy. On three, we fight.
[He pauses, raising a card to his MagicBand.]
Three!
[And he instantly summons Demolition Dynamite and flings it at Jedediah.]
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[Caught off-guard though he is, Jed’s more or less got a working fight-or-flight instinct that helpfully supplies that maybe he should get clear of the soon-to-be explosion. If there’s one thing they’ve got in their exhibit, it’s a whole lotta dynamite, so it’s not like the stuff is hard to recognize. Given all the practice he’s had with the lasso card, it’s easy enough to use the rope to start swinging and climbing his way up higher into the tree.
In the relative cover of the higher branches, he uses the time to pull out his gun— the working one, thanks to his card. Though he doesn’t really make a move to snipe him just yet. Instead he peers down through the leaves, watching the dynamite stick in a vague attempt to judge whether or not he’s actually clear of the blast radius.]
Boy, you can’t take out a cowman with dynamite! We live and breathe dynamite!
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When he finally spots him, he lets out a booming laugh.]
Just like how you can't escape a cat by climbin' up a tree! HAH!
[Pete charges towards the tree Jed is in, slamming full force into the trunk. He then starts climbing up the tree, gloved hands somehow managing to dig into the bark.]
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But the important thing is that he wasn’t blown into a million pieces, even if it was loud enough to daze him entirely for several moments. He’s only jarred out of it when Pete speaks up again, though he’s not even sure he heard him right given the ringing in his ears.]
A what? [He has to scramble to regain his grip when Pete slams into the trunk, wrapping both arms around the slim branch he’s on. It’s not really a dignified perch, but he’s a bit too preoccupied to care much. Actually, he’s pretty distracted from the whole pretense of fighting, just watching Pete accusatorially.]
You ain’t no cat! Cats’re... cute! And multi-talented!
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Puh-leez! You can't generalize cats like that! Peg-Leg Pete doesn't do cute, but I am a toon of many talents! You can't beat a toon, son!
[He eventually manages to shimmy up to the branch where Jed is, leering right at the cowboy. He stretches a hand towards Jed and attempts to flick him off the ledge. See, Jed? He's not grabbing you.]
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I still don't know what in the hell that even means! All'a your toon nonsense don't mean nothin' to nobody, Sylvester, and it sure as hell don't give you no advantage.
[Faced with the options of either falling straight down or being knocked all the way over to Epcot, Jed chooses option three and takes aim at Pete's hand with his gun, firing a... warning shot? Yeah, sure, it's still a warning shot if you actually hit them.]
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[He jerks his hand back, yelping. He dangles precariously off of the thin branch, his claws digging into the tree bark. The drop would be dangerous, if he wasn't literally six inches off the ground.]
Why, you little twerp! Come down and fight me like a real man!
[He latches onto the trunk with his good hand and starts shaking the branch that Jed is on, as if he was trying to shake the fruit off a tree.]
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[But after that he can't really think much of anything given he's having flashbacks to every rodeo he's ever been a part of. It's not like the fall is far enough to kill him-- plastic is durable and he's falling into grass, after all-- but it's a matter of pride. Still, he manages to shout even despite being shaken around because. Of course he does. Jed prioritizes yelling above all else.]
Maybe you should fight me up here! Cats're supposed to climb trees, you said so yourself! [For a moment or so he thinks maybe his scrabbling is enough to regain a grip on the branch, but it's a short-lived pipe dream and with a yelp he's shaken off of the tree.
He's not even sure where he ended up dropping his gun. Goddamn.]
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[Great comeback, Pete. He cackles way too loudly for someone who's literally just shaken a plastic toy off of a tree branch and jumps back onto the ground, landing on his feet with all the grace of a rhinoceros. He leans over, eye darting across the grassy lawn.]
I spy with my little eye...one blade of grass, two blades of grass...
[His eyes zero in on an oddly colored spot in the grass and he laughs.]
...one lil' cowboy!
[And he goes to kick Jed into orbit with his peg leg.]
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Although it's... not like it matters, really, because any attempts at saying hidden are negated by the fact that he feels obligated to yell over being called a) lil and b) cowboy (it's cowman goddamnit).]
HEY! I AIN'T-
[...And he doesn't get to finish expressing his righteous indignation before he gets punted all the way across the park like the world's least aerodynamic football.
Bye Pete!]