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keyofimagination) wrote in
progresscity2018-04-22 11:03 am
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Mayor Rod's life is a living nightmare
Who: Rod, Bill, and you!
What: Start of the Election Event!
Where: The Transport Center
When: The morning on 4/22
Warnings: Robotic Body horror
[It was a normal morning in Progress City, and Rod is as overworked as ever. He gets off the monorail from Magic Kingdom, barely looking up from the papers he is currently reading over. It seems like all the stress of the city and the addition stress of people randomly getting stuck in the portal is getting to him. If robots could look exhausted, Rod would be a textbook example of that right now.
But that’s almost a daily sight at this point, and something most people wouldn’t find unusual at all at this point. What is unusual is when he suddenly grabs his chest and lets out a muffled cry of pain. He takes a few more steps to try to get to his office, but stops himself as he braces himself on the wall.
You can try to see if anything’s wrong with him, but he will brush it off with an “I’m fine, I just need a moment”.
However, it becomes abundantly clear that certainly not fine when he suddenly collapses to the ground, papers flying everywhere as he does so. While this seems like a normal collapse at first but if someone looks close at him, his limbs seem strangely disjointed under his clothes.
His limbs are falling off of his body.]
What: Start of the Election Event!
Where: The Transport Center
When: The morning on 4/22
Warnings: Robotic Body horror
[It was a normal morning in Progress City, and Rod is as overworked as ever. He gets off the monorail from Magic Kingdom, barely looking up from the papers he is currently reading over. It seems like all the stress of the city and the addition stress of people randomly getting stuck in the portal is getting to him. If robots could look exhausted, Rod would be a textbook example of that right now.
But that’s almost a daily sight at this point, and something most people wouldn’t find unusual at all at this point. What is unusual is when he suddenly grabs his chest and lets out a muffled cry of pain. He takes a few more steps to try to get to his office, but stops himself as he braces himself on the wall.
You can try to see if anything’s wrong with him, but he will brush it off with an “I’m fine, I just need a moment”.
However, it becomes abundantly clear that certainly not fine when he suddenly collapses to the ground, papers flying everywhere as he does so. While this seems like a normal collapse at first but if someone looks close at him, his limbs seem strangely disjointed under his clothes.
His limbs are falling off of his body.]

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I won't even run.
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[NO GODS NO MASTERS]
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.҉.̵. ̀Whó w҉i͡ll̵ ͢r̕u͏ǹ t͞he̸n?҉
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[just. immediately.]
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[fuck no]
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[what the FUCK]
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[he doesn't even know this woman yet]
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[like seriously just saying]
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from across three parks, someone knew this moment was coming. that that scheming scallywag, sheldon j plankton, would attempt to run for mayor.
so, he's prepared.
there's a growing scream.]
aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!
[who is this strange pirate man dashing towards the scene?
why does he have hatred in his eyes?
why is he now TACKLING PLANKTON?]
Ye ain't running for anything, you one-eyed creep! I know who ye be underneath that people disguise!
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Are..̶. ͢t̵h͢e̡s̡e ͘r̡eall̵y t҉h͢e͢ ͞op͝tiǫn̷s̨ w̴e̛ ̕ha͢vé ̨f͞or͠ ̷th͠e̷ n̕èw̨ may̕or?͝
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she likes you.]
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usually all the big surprises happen on saturday]
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he hits the ground like a fuckin sack of potatoes, half-dazed and half entirely confused. honestly he would've expected this from Bagheera or Krabs or... you know, one of his actual enemies, but.
he. doesn't even recognize this guy.
so he's just on his back on the ground squinting at him with an absolutely dumbfounded expression.]
Who even are you?
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[Della's surprisingly unfazed by the whole pirate vs pirate fight going on over there, though she raises her hand to make sure the question is noticed over... all of that.]
Because if we are then I volunteer Bagheera.
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[He raises his eyebrows, then smirks ever so slightly.]
I can get behind that.
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[It's very quiet, but he does sound vaguely hurt by that.]
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[Bagheera has. Only been partially paying attention to this whole situation. He doesn't get human politics, and he's a little shaken after seeing Rod literally fall to pieces... is that something humans normally do??
But he's paid enough attention to hear Della's words.]
Are you serious?
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[never mind the fact that he's just a security guard over there.]
I bet you have a ton of unique ideas to bring to the table here.
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[Belle is here, watching cautiously as Rod is...dustpanned up from the floor.]
I think there are quite a few things here that could be improved upon.
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looks at belle.]
That’s hilarious.
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I don't see anything hilarious about it.
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