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progresscity2018-05-25 02:59 pm
progressmods) wrote in progresscity2018-05-25 02:59 pm
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EVENT LOG PT. 2: Chum City
Who: Everyone!
What: Progress City is completely overrun.
Where: EPCOT, spilling out into Progress City eventually.
When: May 25th - June 2nd.
Warnings: Goblins.
At some point, you're going to notice...something emerging from the Dreamscape Room. They're not really all that big, about the size of a small child maybe, but here's the thing. There's a lot of them, and they're everywhere:
They never outright resort to physical violence, but every time you look, there's more of them than you know what to do with. They're everywhere, inconveniencing you in the most annoying of ways. Swarming you at all times, cutting you in line for rides and food, generally overpopulating the park. The place tries to operate at normal capacity, but your daily lives are going to be completely interrupted by miniature goblins that look...somewhat familiar.
The nusiances seem to be originating from the Dreamscape Room, and it seems like it's up to you to get rid of them somehow. Maybe figure out why they're there in the first place, because it seems like there could be a political scandal abound. But otherwise? Seems like those cards of your's could come in handy.
What: Progress City is completely overrun.
Where: EPCOT, spilling out into Progress City eventually.
When: May 25th - June 2nd.
Warnings: Goblins.
At some point, you're going to notice...something emerging from the Dreamscape Room. They're not really all that big, about the size of a small child maybe, but here's the thing. There's a lot of them, and they're everywhere:
They never outright resort to physical violence, but every time you look, there's more of them than you know what to do with. They're everywhere, inconveniencing you in the most annoying of ways. Swarming you at all times, cutting you in line for rides and food, generally overpopulating the park. The place tries to operate at normal capacity, but your daily lives are going to be completely interrupted by miniature goblins that look...somewhat familiar.
The nusiances seem to be originating from the Dreamscape Room, and it seems like it's up to you to get rid of them somehow. Maybe figure out why they're there in the first place, because it seems like there could be a political scandal abound. But otherwise? Seems like those cards of your's could come in handy.
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[Is...Is this guy okay? Is he some wanted criminal? Bunsen isn't too sure what prison lets you dress as a cowboy. At least it's not as weird as that con man in a lemur fursuit.]
You know, if you pay enough attention, you just might be able to get enough information to break out.
[,,,Somehow. He's going to take some notes about the side effects and mumble out loud.]
Fascinating! Subject...feels fine....Attention span...lowered...!
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[He might be projecting just slightly. They got houses (well. tents.) back in the museum too and it didn't mean a goddamn thing.]
And my attention span's just fine! Same as it always is.
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That's a fair point. I'm fairly certain they've kept older versions of me in a glass exhibit somewhere. Powerless...Without a puppeteer. Jailed for eternity in a Jim Henson exhibit.
[oh god please not this crisis again.]
...Anyway, me too! Wow, we sure have a few things in common already!
[He crosses out the last part in his notepad, while kicking a few of those goblins far from reach.]
Are you gonna help out with this pest problem, Mr. Jedidiah?
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I don't see any puppeteer. But you seem to be doin' just fine without it.
[He shrugs it off, though, looking warily at the goblins as they're kicked away from the bench.]
Anyways, I've been tryin' to. But my cards ain't really that useful against 'em from here.
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Bunsen shudders violently, refusing to dwell further on it.]
Okay. That's good! That's really good. A very good thing.
[No muppet should have this much
powerawareness.]Do you know how to use it? Every bit helps, even if it's just a momentary distraction to throw them off. Maybe I can lend you some of my old Insta Growth pills so you have some more height advantage over these goblins.
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Guess so.
[Jedediah suddenly has a horribly coherent moment of deja-vu as Bunsen offhandedly proposes the suggestion-- the sort of kind he gets when he thinks too hard about his false memories from before the museum. It passes quickly, but even though he shakes it off he decides resolutely to just not pry into the matter of Insta Growth pills.]
Sure I do. I can scatter 'em a good distance and blind 'em for a bit if it helps any. But it ain't size what's the problem, Melonhead, it's the sun.
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...The sun? What's wrong with the sun? It seems normal to me.
[The muppet turns and straight up stares directly at the sun. It's a good thing he doesn't have...eyes? Bunsen scratches his chin, trying to figure out the problem.]
I mean, the Parks do have a bad weather policy, but it's not like we could 100% control the weather. Weather seems fine, even, it's probably the fish smell that's repelling everyone's senses surely.
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[Actually wait Bunsen's been like. Out in the sun the whole time they were talking. But he's definitely... not a real genuine human... so what the fuck.]
--now hold on, you seem fine.
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[Now it's the muppet's turn to be all 'what in the got damn hell are you talking about my fine cowboy friend']
Well yeah, I'm doing okay. Oh!!! Are you severely allergic to the sun? It makes more sense and acceptable than vampires, if so.
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[He's only half listening to himself as he speaks because he's still kind of marveling at the fact that Bunsen isn't dead. Does he really want to risk dying just to see if it's one of the effects of the magic bands... yes, he sort of does.
He carefully sticks a hand out into the sun and... it's fine. At least it seems fine. It's not instantaneously turned to dust or anything. Gradually, he steps out completely from under the shade and just stares straight up at the sun in astonishment.]
And... no, guess I'm not. Huh. Fancy that.
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[He scratches his chin, musing over it. There were still a bunch of things he couldn't figure out the tried and trusted scientific way, or at least, nothing he could prove yet.]
Neat, right?
[He's not sure what was supposed to happen but its all fine and dandy which is Good.]
It's like you've never stepped outside in broad daylight before. Goodness, and I thought I was the only one holed up inside somewhere. [brief chuckle]
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[aka 'i still know i'm right so whatever'
He doesn't even so much as spare a glance at Bunsen as he speaks, eyes trained right on the sun for as long as he can manage without blinking.]
Haven't. Not before now. [It's so different from the artificial lighting of the exhibits that he isn't entirely sure how he feels about it. Idly, he scratches the back of his head.] Place's weirder than I thought.
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The sun's always been some kind of double edged sword. On one hand, it's the biggest energy source and responsible for most people's existence. On the other hand, really bad sunburn, or that curse magic you mentioned.
I'm sure this place isn't too different; it looks like we fit right in!
[Bunsen kicks one of the gremlins pretty far.]
I bet this goblin problem will take care of itself once we're settled here.
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[At least for those folks over in his exhibit. It was more like two thousand years for the Romans. Staring up at the sun now, he has some sympathy for them. He only tears his gaze away from it (and consequently sees spots) when Bunsen goes to kick a gremlin]
Hell, if this is as strange as it ever gets here it'll be a vacation compared to New York. Don't think I'll have too many problems round these parts.
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[That nickname sounds gay, he's in-]
Two hundred years?! What kind of prison have you been living in? You know, if you ever need some kind of weapon or such to get revenge, I'd be happy to provide some.
[Bunsen's starting to both fear but also worry for this immortal cowboy.]
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Museum exhibit. Glass case sorta thing. Was sorta dead for a hundred-fifty years of it, though.
[He's not sure which state of existence was worse because he can't say he remembers the whole 'being dead' thing but. He waves a hand rather dismissively at the whole affair.]
Anyway, it's mostly sorted out now. Ain't as much of a problem as it was.
[Although it's nice to have someone support his previous anger over the situation-- no one else ever did that, much less offered to help with the matter. Been a while since he last had to work up the humility to express Genuine Appreciation.]
But the offer means a whole heck of a lot, partner.