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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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sheldon jerry plankton is dead.]
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Beaker dodges some of the remaining Planktons, dashing over to see if Count Olaf is. Even in one piece, let alone alive. Because come on, there's no way that ex-Mayor Rod would have given them all cards that can actually kill each other, right? That's- that'd be way too dangerous. And no one in their right mind would give a card like that to him, right???
There's no way that he just turned a man into nothing more than a shitty mask, a burned turtleneck, and some ash, right?????]
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Oh my goodness, you’ve killed him!
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[looks at "daria"]
[Ok. now Beaker might commit a real murder]
MEEP! MEEP!!! Mimuh-meep mi muh MEEPMIMUHMEE mee mii muh-meep-muhmi meep minimuh meep MEEMUH mee!!!
[You! You!!! What was even the POINT OF THAT were you that mad about getting pushed how did you even PLAN that]
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With a frustrated final "meep", he pulls out the Magic Ribbon card and aims it at Olaf.]
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What? You have tied up me, Darla? How dare you?
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[Beaker sits back on a nearby bench, pocketing the card. When did he get sunglasses. When did he get that coffee mug. Don't worry about it. He's had a long fucking day and he just got tricked into believing he killed a man by the friend[?] of his shitty sort-of boss who demeans him and makes him do things like get dunked in chum.
Beaker takes a sip just as the Plankton gremlins surround Olaf.]
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[beaker please.]
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[The horde descends on Olaf.]
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Beaker watches Count Olaf's body for a few moments as the goblins intermittently crowd him and disperse. What exactly are the Plankton goblins doing to Olaf, by the way?
He's. Perhaps a little calmer about this than he should be. Part of it's because he's already been fooled once, part of it's because he's pretty sure no one would really feel much regret if Count Olaf died, part of it's the fact that there's no witnesses- holy shit he's sounding cold blooded.
Ok. No. This isn't an M rated puppet themed crime-comedy movie run by the son of Jim Henson, here.
But he's not getting off the bench yet.]
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[...and here comes a man with a pencil thin moustache and slicked back black hair.]
Hi, I’m Dalt Wisney.
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Beaker groans, meeping something that'd probably be very rude if Olaf could actually understand it. At least Beaker didn't completely believe it this time.
But that's it. He's done. He's not bothering anymore. Beaker is just outright walking away now. No more revenge and all that. He's going back to his apartment and sleeping for the next fifteen hours. Let everyone else handle this Plankton gremlin disaster.]
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[Beaker, please. Dalt Wisney is talking.]