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The Narrator ([personal profile] keyofimagination) wrote in [community profile] 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.]
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[personal profile] encino 2018-04-22 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You're in that flimsy disguise! Thinkin' you can hide what you really are! Well, I got news for you, buddy - you can't hide what's inside!

[and at this point, 3-4 security guards have grabbed Patchy and are dragging him away.]

I'll get you, Plankton! You'll never be mayor as long as I be around, you'll see!
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[personal profile] andbegone 2018-04-22 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[he just. sits up, watching him get dragged away in silence for a second or two before slowly standing up and straightening his eyepatch.

what the fuck just happened.

okay anyways he just turns back towards anyone else who was watching that mess, as if it just. never happened. it's fine, it's a problem he'll deal with later, he's sure. it's not like some nobody pirate is gonna stop him from winning.]


So. [he clasps his hands together.] I'm on the candidates list, then.