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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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...Yeah, no, they're doomed. Stan barely had time to yell a warning for the first explosion, and he's losing time screaming and hitting at the one on his face.]
AGH!! GET IT OFF ME!!! YOU GREEN SON OF A--
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BOOM
]...
[It seems...He forgot to throw it???????? Oops. On the bright side, the blast is on Stan's other side, slightly away from the vehicle's interior. Press F]
f
[The car still gets tipped forward by the explosion, and, for a brief moment as it teeters on its front edge, it looks like as if it'll completely capsize. Then it rocks back, slamming its back wheels into the pavement and causing Beaker to jolt backwards.]
MEEP! M-MEEP MEEMII MEEP?!
[Panicking, he turns towards Stan, desperate to know if the guy's still alive. Beaker's survived plenty an explosion, but that's because he's a Muppet. Non-Muppets are...significantly more fragile, as he's learned from spending time with them.]
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Uuuugghhhhh...
[Well, he's still dazed and somewhat conscious which is a good thing? He's no Bunsen or a Muppet, but at least- Stan seems in one piece, never mind his burnt sleeve and being covered in soot and ashes.]
Remind- remind me to sue the mayor. Monochrome guy is gonna get it.
[HAHA...HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE ELECTIONS AT ALL]
He's gonna catch these- this hand. [He balls his good hand into a fist. His left arm is pretty messed up from the blast.]
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[Beaker stares in horror at Stan's arm. Worried, he looks back at the gremlins, but...at least for now, other people seem to have the situation handled. He shakes his head, turning his attention towards the injury.]
Meemii meep, meep meemiimeep meemoomeep?
[Alright, uh...they're going to try and find a nearby first aid station, does that sound okay?]
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[It's Fine, they're fine-]
Wait, wasn't there some kinda healin' card?? That might be quicker. Whatsit called, uh...
[As much as he doesn't want to screw up the genie lamp card again, Stan will gladly take it- less messy that way.]
Ouch. Oof.