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progresscity2018-06-15 04:56 pm
flowersonthewall) wrote in progresscity2018-06-15 04:56 pm
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Beaker Is Trying To Be Useful
Who: Beaker and whoever else joins him
What: trying to establish some sort of communication network in this place
Where: Ellen's lab, his apartment, or Joffrey's
When: throughout June
Warnings: none currently
[So, it's been a few months now. A lot has happened since everyone showed up in this place- a robot mayor fell to pieces, a evil dumbass became mayor in his place, unleashed an army of gremlins, and immediately got impeached. Also Beaker nearly killed a man in cold blood, but that's not important.
What is important is that it's been several months and they still don't even have, like, phones. Like they're barbarians.
Listen, don't get him wrong- Beaker's been around since before computers were even a thing. But he's still a very computer-oriented person, and by god if he doesn't get a hold of actual communicative technology soon he might go mad. As sad and pathetic as it sounds, he misses the internet. Even if he just got thousands of comments every week asking him invasive personal questions or telling him to die.
Which is why he's now hard at work in his spare time trying to like. Figure that out. He'll be spending even more time than usual at Ellen's Lab, trying out prototypes, testing out new ideas, and occasionally blowing himself up. God, he wishes Bunsen were here. It'd be really nice if Bunsen had like, somehow showed up here within the last few weeks and Beaker just hadn't noticed yet because Bunsen had found the other Beaker first.
During these next few weeks, you might find some posters around the city, with fairly simple messages[he's no graphic designer, that's for sure]. Most of them can be boiled down to: "Want to help establish communication in this town? Contact Beaker at Ellen's Lab!" The posters also list the apartment he lives in at Vista Way, so you can always drop in and visit. Though there's no guarantee he'll actually be there at any normal time.
On the rare occasions Beaker actually takes a break and not passed out from exhaustion in his apartment, he'll usually be found at Joffrey's Coffee Shop, trying to stave off exhaustion with around ten cups of coffee- the tried and true method to keeping him physically incapable of falling asleep [and also being absurdly gay in the process, but that's another story].
Of course, it also makes him even more danger prone, so maybe don't let him near anything flammable or combustable right now. He's already spilled three cups of coffee in the past 10 minutes.]
What: trying to establish some sort of communication network in this place
Where: Ellen's lab, his apartment, or Joffrey's
When: throughout June
Warnings: none currently
[So, it's been a few months now. A lot has happened since everyone showed up in this place- a robot mayor fell to pieces, a evil dumbass became mayor in his place, unleashed an army of gremlins, and immediately got impeached. Also Beaker nearly killed a man in cold blood, but that's not important.
What is important is that it's been several months and they still don't even have, like, phones. Like they're barbarians.
Listen, don't get him wrong- Beaker's been around since before computers were even a thing. But he's still a very computer-oriented person, and by god if he doesn't get a hold of actual communicative technology soon he might go mad. As sad and pathetic as it sounds, he misses the internet. Even if he just got thousands of comments every week asking him invasive personal questions or telling him to die.
Which is why he's now hard at work in his spare time trying to like. Figure that out. He'll be spending even more time than usual at Ellen's Lab, trying out prototypes, testing out new ideas, and occasionally blowing himself up. God, he wishes Bunsen were here. It'd be really nice if Bunsen had like, somehow showed up here within the last few weeks and Beaker just hadn't noticed yet because Bunsen had found the other Beaker first.
During these next few weeks, you might find some posters around the city, with fairly simple messages[he's no graphic designer, that's for sure]. Most of them can be boiled down to: "Want to help establish communication in this town? Contact Beaker at Ellen's Lab!" The posters also list the apartment he lives in at Vista Way, so you can always drop in and visit. Though there's no guarantee he'll actually be there at any normal time.
On the rare occasions Beaker actually takes a break and not passed out from exhaustion in his apartment, he'll usually be found at Joffrey's Coffee Shop, trying to stave off exhaustion with around ten cups of coffee- the tried and true method to keeping him physically incapable of falling asleep [and also being absurdly gay in the process, but that's another story].
Of course, it also makes him even more danger prone, so maybe don't let him near anything flammable or combustable right now. He's already spilled three cups of coffee in the past 10 minutes.]
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Beaker drops his fourth coffee cop of the day as he tucks his head into his shirt so quickly that his nose threatens to pop off. He meeps hurried and terrified apologies for something he has no part of.
Oh God, he's gotten so used to, like, fake threats like Plankton and Olaf who are just both idiots and this is actually a big cat man who could crush his pathetic body like a twig and expose the two puppeteers piloting his weird body and then probably snap them both in half too and AAAA]
M-M-MEEP MUH-mi meep m-m-m-meep mi-mi muh meep-m-m-meep muh meep mee-meep muh meep muhmimuhmee mi muhmeep mi muh meep mi mimi-muh meep!
[You've accidentally been transported to another universe and it's called Progress City and everyone here is stuck here just like him and Beaker has no part in this and oh God please don't kill him]
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[Pete scowls, loosening his grip a little on Beaker's shirt. The name sounds familiar, but he can't quite place it...wasn't that the model thing from Tomorrowland or something? Ah, cripes. He scratches his chin and glancing down at the MagicBand on his wrist. Since he hasn't been able to get this stupid thing off...this obviously must be all Mickey's fault. A devious plot to keep him confined to this weird fake city.
Well, Pete's not going to sit idly by while that mouse is in charge! He clenches his fist and pounds it into his other hand.]
Ooh, when I get my hands on that mouse... [He pauses, glancing sideways towards Beaker.] You! Tell me who's in charge of this place!
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First it was Rod Serling from the Twilight Zone and then there was an election and Plankton became Mayor but recently he unleashed a pack of gremlins on the city and got himself impeached and now it's temporarily Rod Serling again until they can hold another election and also who's this mouse you're talking about and please don't hurt him.]
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Rod Serling? You've gotta be kiddin' me. I thought he got the boot for those newfangled Marvels or whatever. And ain't you ever heard of Mickey Mouse? "The Most Famous Mouse in the World?"
[He says his last sentence rather sarcastically, crossing his arms.]
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[... Mickey Mouse???
Beaker has enough sense to keep his mouth shut for now about his past adventures in Disney World, but the surprise and awe in his voice is hard to disguise.
But yeah, he continues- Rod Serling is the Mayor, and apparently there's some sort of history there, with him apparently killing people or enabling people to kill each other?? It's weird.]
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Yeah, Mickey Mouse. You seen him around? Or his girl, Minnie, for that matter. Need to teach those Mouses...Mice...Mouses a lesson!
[He's not even completely sure that they were the ones for his kidnapping, but it makes sense, doesn't it? Also, he just really, really needs to punch someone right now.]
That Serling guy's a weirdo. [just. ignoring the killing part because didn't he do that with the tower of terror?] Don't understand his show at all. No wonder this whole town's a mess--sounds like the people here don't respect no authority! And why would they? They got no reason to trust these kinda people!
[A scheming look appears in Pete's eye as he scratches his chin thoughtfully.]
im tired i dont wanna type meepspeak rn its subtitles-only time
Beaker notices the look on the other's face and trembles slightly. He does not trust like that.]
ur so valid nick
Since they got that whole business with that mayor, they'll be lookin' out....
[His expression warps into a dangerous smile. Carefully, he turns to look at Beaker, folding his hands together.]
But where are my manners? Name's Pete, and don't you forget it. Do you think you can point me in the direction of the mayor's office so I can punch--I mean, have a word with him?
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Beaker eyes the hand warily, taking a step back.]
M... Mi-muhmi. Muh-mi meep minimuh-meep.
[He doesn't know where the mayor lives. Pete'll have to look into that himself.]
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I'll be sure to do that.
[Aaand out the door he goes. But not before pausing to knock over a display stand and running out, cackling madly.]
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Fucker.]