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The Last Abode of Pando
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Postby The Last Abode of Pando » Sat Nov 11, 2017 8:28 pm

Ed and Aesculapius, Old Florida Man, Steve, Florida Man - David Adams, the iguana, and all the other characters I'm currently using

This ship was strange. It appeared to be made of some Quantium-Wikipedium alloy that seemed that it could have all the properties, known and otherwise, of a half-eaten Ymirian jumbo-sapote. However, since no one in the observable universe, with the sole exception of one Comte de Saint Germain, has ever been able to eat a full half of an Ymirian jumbo-sapote, this claim has gone on wildly unsupported by scholars as a potential building material and is widely accepted to indeed be fictional. Many participants outside the observable universe have eaten the Ymirian jumbo-sapote to its fullest extent, but as they are yet to have been observed, well...

The toilet iguana had finally gotten out of David's hands and was now scampering around the ship, glancing hungrily at Plant. The iguana glanced as if hi life depended on eating that one plant. After spending a couple whiles and a bit contemplating whether or not he should eat the plant and what it would taste like, he started contemplating the meaning of life. He came to the conclusion that the meaning of life was to wear funny hats, after which he returned to his thoughts about plant tasting. Finally seeing his chance, the iguana took his shot and ran for the plant.

The two Florida Men, one now separated from his former powers were engaged in a high-stakes game of rock-paper-scissors. The loser had to pick the next game they would be playing on their way to Planet McPlanetface.

Originally, Steve was contemplating what it would take for a Steve to be turned into a black hole. Steve came to the same conclusion that noted Englishman John Archibald Wheeler came to, and that conclusion was that if enough Steve was concentrated in a small enough space, then a Steve (Wheeler generalized with light) could be made into a point in space where Steves are so concentrated that they form an event horizon. To avoid contemplating ways it could meet an untimely demise, Steve continued hovering in the ship. Steve felt that it was being slowly processed and turned into sugar by Plant, but thinking that Plant was just a plant, Steve said nothing, not trying to create more noise. Steve did join in with the singing however.

In the midst of whatever that was, the twins were...

Well...

Let's just say that they were having an argument with the narrator.

"...Yes you did."

"I most certainly did not."


"Yes you did."


"No I didn't."


"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."


"Yes you did."


"No I didn't."


"Yes you did."


This continued, with the twins looking like they were arguing with themselves, but they were on the same side, all the way until the earliest point in time that iguana contemplation had contemplated. This contemplation included the contemplation of the contemplating of the set of all sets that had never been contemplated.
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Postby Dragonarya » Sun Nov 12, 2017 12:04 pm

The Plant

The Plant was obviously bummed about leaving Woody behind, but was soon carried away by Ivy as she made her way to their next stop, on their way to McPlanetface. He only hoped they had enough sunshine for food.

That, of course, was when the iguana attacked. He squeaked in surprise and jumped from Ivy's shoulder, landing on the ground and making a run for it. Ivy seemed oblivious to the whole matter, as she was busy blocking her ears from the kindergarten song that was now blaring from the Infinites. Plant, however, was very slow, and it was only a matter of time before his new archenemy reached him...

Ivy

Ivy groaned loudly as the adults began singing. "Would you just shut up?" she hissed. When they didn't, she decided on a new tactic: fight fire with fire. She began to belt out a Wheels on the Bus for the ages, off key and wrong pitch and everything. Her poor singing would certainly give the Infinites a run for their money. Naturally, she was too busy to notice Plant's predicament...

"THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND..."

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Postby Barapam » Sun Nov 12, 2017 1:21 pm

When Coathangerman came with his exaggerations about brain implants, Irina knew that he, and likely Aubree too, had been joking at her expense the whole time. TV:s with remotes... yeah, right... What would be next? Trying to trick her that every American household had at least one? Ha! The very thought was laughable.

Something less laughable was their new... "mission" to get some illegal contraband back. It sounded very dangerous and, well, illegal, but since it seemed their, and their planet's (which by the way had a way better name than Planet McPlanetface) survival depended on it, it seemed they didn't have much of a choice. Besides, it excited Irina. The prospect of travelling to, and explore, other worlds was the whole reason she had become a cosmonaut. For her, the space adventures had finally become fun again! This was something completely different from being forced to clean walls. She was however a bit surprised, and quite a bit disappointed too, that she apparantly wasn't supposed to use her space suit again. Was it really safe? What about germs, or lack of oxygen? Were they simply supposed to ignore that? This wasn't a sci fi novel! Irina wanted an explanation. Unlike the Americans, she wouldn't just shrug it off, at least not until someone with authority, say a party official, assured her that everything was fine.

However, before she could voice her concerns, everyone started to sing, most of them terribly so. It was nearly impossible for her to make anyone listen to what she had to say. So she sighed, gave up, and joined them instead.

"AVTOBUS EDET NE SPEŠA! KOLESIKI KRUTJATSJA! AVTOBUS EDET NE SPEŠA! I TAK VES' DEN'!"
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Postby Talchyon » Sun Nov 12, 2017 1:59 pm

The Transport Ship to the Mysterious Alien Planet
Coathangerman


With the noise of a loud kindergarten song in his ears that explained the circular motion of rounded surfaces pushing off with fuel injection against a flat surface, Coathangerman sighed. He would have preferred a sea chantey. But kindergarten songs it was. Coathangerman lazily began to wonder if Germans had kindergarten as well, and if they did, whether or not they still called it kindergarten. That would be a funny conversation to have with a German sometime. "What?! You send your 6 year old to a child-garden? You can't grow children in a garden!" Coathangerman decided then and there, that the next German he spoke to, he would bring this pressing international business up.

But as he was considering this, on board the transport ship that was carting all of them to the unknown surface (round or flat, he had no idea) of the alien world of Planet McPlanetface, something caught his attention. He looked down, and there was that iguana Florida Man had brought with him. Only now, he was attacking Ivy's plant that she called, Plant. And maybe it was his imagination or something, but it seemed like the plant was trying to fight back or at least fight back to a hasty retreat. Nudging the Teetotaler, Coathangerman said, "Hey. Get a load of this. We're going to have a fight on our hands. I bet you 2 bucks that the Iguana wins."

To which the Teetotaler looked shocked and alarmed. "You have 2 bucks?!" He then decided to take that bet.

Meanwhile, as they were flying, the transport ship's computer piped up. This time, it did not have an annoying pronounced Hispanic accent. It had an annoying pronounced Southern accent. "Well, y'all, we are in space. And jus' so y'all can get a peep at what space is like..." And then, coverings that everyone had thought were simply pieces of the wall instead opened and rolled up. Behind them were the windows of the transport ship. And through the windows?


Well. Let's just say that everything you've seen or heard about space as being an empty place was completely wrong. Billboards for every imaginable product and some not so imaginable (pool cues to hemmorhoid cream to trombone mutes to mold) were being advertised, by sometimes one to two hundred different purveyors. Indeed, the ship had to dodge all of them and make for some fancy flying so as not to ram right into them.

Captain Calculator said, probably not able to be heard over the loud song in both English and Russian, "So that's what was meant by 'Be careful to not hit any billboards! They're everywhere!'"

He hoped Jerry on the Squelch was getting enough figured out to give them more to figure out. They had practically nothing to go on just yet. Hopefully, by the time they got down to the planet, they'd have a clue. Looking at Glitch, Calculator just grinned. Well, some of them would never have a clue and would just have to make do with what they could...
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Postby Zjaum » Tue Nov 14, 2017 4:54 pm

Henry "Blimp Man" Hinshaw

Let Captain Calculator and the Teetotaler squabble over two dollars. Blimp Man was way past that; he already had the bookmaking organization all set up. There was money to be made, and Henry was going to milk the heroes of every (any) cent they had. He still sung at the top of his lungs, but now his purpose was distraction rather than mere annoyance and trollery. While he sang, he made motions in sign language, reporting in detail the odds for each bet at each moment in time. Now, granted, not many heroes could read sign language, but some money was better than risking no money.

One might question why Blimp Man knew all about bookmaking; after all, it was illegal in California. Well, if you asked Blimp Man, he'd dodge the question, of course, and go right back to singing: "THE HORN ON THE BUS GOES BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!...".


Aubree "Goldilocks" Lincoln

You know what the worst thing for a pressured bladder is? Standing still. In a cramped room. Trying not to laugh at the iguana/plant rumble and the other overall scene. In a spaceship that was flying every which way trying to dodge interstellar billboards. Aubree was in just such a situation. She was uncomfortable. And she had nowhere to go.

You know how plants get nitrogen to make them stronger? Well, a number of animals, finding no alternative restroom, choose to relieve themselves on various greenery. The urea is then converted to more useful chemicals for the plant. Well, Aubree stood just over and to the side of a... well, the... plant, and she really needed to go...

She didn't go much, just enough to give her an extra hour's worth of time before she could explode, and just enough for no one to question what was on the metal floor. Hopefully (but probably not) the plant would be a little grateful, but, in the meantime, she needed to distract everyone from noticing... well... "THE HORN ON THE BUS GOES BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
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Postby NightWing » Tue Nov 14, 2017 8:38 pm

Pandemonium
Cramped Again


The young villain groaned and leaned her head against the wall at the song blaring through the room. This needs to stop, she thought. Naturally, she turned to her power. Boy did that fail.

WHAM!

That was the sound made by Pandemonium smacking the wall in frustration. Anyone with eyes could see that everyone in the room was now bright neon colors, and the girl was crown jewel of it all, a bright, vibrant, glowing pink. So maybe this would shut them up. But it sure as #%@! wasn't intended. Hopefully, people would pin the blame on the twins, but she knew at least someone would look to her as the culprit. So she played innocent and went along with it.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!..."
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Postby The Last Abode of Pando » Sat Nov 18, 2017 5:57 pm

Ed and Aesculapius

After getting done with their argument with the narrator, the twins took a look around the spacecraft, mainly at the iguana-Plant battle but also the gambling members of the expedition. The neon-colored gambling members. Ed, being not Pai'ea (that's not necessarily a good idea), but being Ed realized that the heroes and the villains were all glowing a bright neon color. Just as it was suspected, Ed immediately thought that it must have been Aesculapius's subconscious, but since this had happened many times before, he decided to not say anything this time.

Aesculapius started placing his bets on the fight, namely betting 37 cents that Plant would be partially eaten by the iguana, but would then pull out a victory.

Florida Man
David Adams


Florida Man was busy playing rock-paper-scissors with the former Florida Man. That's about it. They were minding their own business, not paying any attention to the rest of the group.

Steve

The Steve hovered

And now for the part everyone has been waiting for, the iguana

The iguana looked at Plant hungrily, with the air of an iguana staring down a plant. The iguana ran up to the plant, and took a bite out of one of the leaves, causing a chorus of cheers and at least one sob. However, with a bite hole in the midst of a leaf, the plant seemed to go on the offensive, attacking the iguana with a ferocity only matched by the Ymirian jumbo-mattress. Oh! How the tides have turned.
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Postby Talchyon » Mon Nov 20, 2017 8:12 am

The transport ship, currently dodging lots of space billboards
Coathangerman


The fight was on! With his simple bet to the Teetotaler, Coathangerman had now become a bookie, taking another bet. This time from Aesculapius. 37 cent bet. Well, it might just break the bank if he lost, but he'd have to hope that his pick would win. Right now, the betting stood as follows. If the Iguana wins, Coathangerman gets 2 bucks from Teetotaler and 37 cents from Aesculapius. If the plant won, Coathangerman would be out $2.37. He began to cheer for the iguana. Because, who ever in their right mind thinks that a plant can beat an iguana? Especially a plant that was urinated on by Goldilocks?

Coathangerman was sure he had a good bet going. He was forced to cheer loudly, however, due to the noise of "The Wheels on the Bus." Somehow, that song going on in the background made this fight even less serious than it already was. Just as the fact that the combatants - like everything else - was now only bright neon colors. Intense? This fight had about the same intensity level as watching two preschoolers trying to do martial arts or something. Still. He had money riding in on this, so he was all eyes on the fight.

And he was shaking his head in disgust at seeing Plant leap into full combat mode, running on extra chlorophyll as if it were adrenaline. The iguana was smacked around. Then again. Thwacking the iguana upside the head, Plant currently had the advantage. The iguana was putting out as much of a pathetic effort as the 6-3 Kansas City Chiefs did when they fell to the 1-8 New York Giants. In overtime. To the score of 12-9.




Captain Calculator

Just then, the (newly decorated neon-yellow colored) fidget spinner communication device in Captain Calculator's hand went off. "Guys! Quiet! It's Jerry. We gotta listen to this." After some effort, everyone quieted down (save the iguana and plant locked together in mortal combat). Thankfully, the song about the wheels on the bus was no longer in his ears.

"Yeah, what do you got, Jerry?"

"Ok. I finally found what this illegal contraband was that we're here to look for. It's some kind of mechanical component or something. Don't ask me what it's for. I was lucky to find even this. But I'm sending you all the details. You should be getting them in your fidget spinners soon."

Shortly after, the fidget spinners let off ringtones to let everyone know that the information had been received. Each ringtone was personalized to the holder. (Alien tech, and all that). And each made the holder embarrassed, and made the others laugh at him or her. (The only problem was, no one could find a way to change their ringtone on their fidget spinner communication device. They were stuck with those embarrassing ringtones until the end of time).

Calculator groaned when his ringtone went off, which was a recording of his mother announcing to everyone that her son needed to make sure he wore clean underwear and always packed a second pair with him in case of accidents. Stupid ringtone! Why was that the one that had been chosen for him?! Trying to get some ounce of respect back, Calculator just basically tried to act like he didn't hear his mother and said instead, "Ok. So now we know what we're looking for..."




An old abandoned warehouse

Darkness flooded the area, except for a single, bright light bulb in the center of the room. There under the light was a table, and about five feet away, there was a person wearing a suit and a tie, yet who was tied up in ropes to a chair and gagged. The table was not empty. Several power tools and heavy wrenches lay on it, all of them looking well-used. Two big ugly thugs stood on either side of the prisoner. Their muscles bulging and scarred, and their faces a dull, neutral, expression. For them, what they were about to do was just another day on the job.

From the darkness, a voice hissed. "Antonio. Antonio," it said softly. The prisoner's eyes grew big, and he began to thrash unsuccessfully against the ropes trapping him.

The voice said again, "Antonio. You were like family to me. I welcomed you in. You ate at my table. We laughed together. We went out together. And you know, that if there was ever a person I would stand up for and defend, it would have been you. My Antonio." Shuddering, the prisoner tried to yell through the gag, but nothing distinguishable could come out.

"And here we were, Antonio. You were like a brother. Or at least a cousin. You know? We were tight. I would send you the best jobs, and you would do them with vigor. Yeah. Vigor. You had an enthusiasm about your job. And I was even going to let you marry my Lucia with my blessing. You could have been my son! You could have inherited the family business when it was my time to go!

"But do you know what, Antonio? You just had to become a dirty rat. You had to squeal. You went to the Gamblini's with what you knew about our operation. The Gamblini's of all people! Oh, Antonio! Don't you know what happens to snitches? To dirty rats? To sons of a motherless goat? Don't you know, Antonio? I find out! That's what happens! I found out that you were a stoolie, and that you were trying to bring great shame on my family name by taking my operation out from under me! And I couldn't believe it. Antonio! You had my trust! But you ruined it. You lost it."

The prisoner thrashed even more harder against his binds. Trying to yell more words in his throat that came out muffled through the gag, the prisoner's eyes were darting around the room. And at this moment, the one behind the voice stepped forward into the light. His eyes were hostile, with a little bit of sadness in them. His smooth skin drew up to a large mouth with oversized lips. Dressed to kill, literally, he simply said,

"Ah, Antonio. You make me sad. You make me really sad. No one. And I mean, no one. Crosses Carlo Linguine. Boys. You know what to do." And at this, he slowly walked back into the shadows. Meanwhile, the thugs went to work to begin torturing the prisoner in the suit. One went behind the prisoner and held him in two powerful strong clamps that were his hands. The other pulled out a power drill and squeezed the trigger a few times, to get the whirring sound in the air. The prisoner simply screamed, even more so as the thug approached with the drill. Sounds of screams continued throughout the empty warehouse, screams that no one else would hear, screams mixed with the unmistakable sounds of whirring, mechanical tool noises. This went on, even for hours. Until finally, the sounds of the tools stopped, the screams ended, and the job was done.
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Postby Dragonarya » Mon Nov 20, 2017 12:09 pm

The Plant

The Plant was a little too busy fighting the lizard to notice much else, but there were two things he did notice: the girl peeing on him, and the fact that he was now bright red. Not that he had time for that. He squeaked when the iguana bit off a leaf, but soon fought back with skills only Ivy could compare to - that is, out of the crowd gathered.

Now here's where it gets interesting. I want you to look back on your life. I'm sure you've seen some strange things. Maybe a meteor or comet across the sky. Perhaps a flying lizard. Maybe you've even been stuck in an alien capsule dodging random space billboards. But I bet you have never seen anything like a neon red flower using martial arts against a neon iguana as "superheroes" and "super villains" place bets against them. In fact, I'll bet $4.74. Fake money, of course. Imaginary.

He delivered a roundhouse kick to the lizard before spinning around and striking him in the mouth. That would teach him not to munch on plants! He stepped back and got in a defensive stance - which looked pretty stupid on a plant. Unless the lizard was in the mood for a) indigestion, or b) another kick to the ribs, this fight was now over. A draw, but Plant would never admit he lost.

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Getting the fight done...

Postby The Last Abode of Pando » Mon Nov 20, 2017 3:23 pm

The iguana

In his mind, the iguana was thinking, "Low pain threshold. I have shamed my family." Then more kicks came, this time to the jaw, or the ribs, it was hard to tell, really. "Plant ---- stuck ---- in ---- throat. I ---- sense ---- a ---- long ---- but ----touching Ack death scene."

Suddenly, the iguana-writer suffered a fatal heart attack, and the peril was no more.
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Postby Zjaum » Mon Nov 20, 2017 5:30 pm

Aubree “Goldilocks” Lincoln

Coathangerman looked like he knew. Aubree blushes, turning slightly less red than the plant. Well, it was a mild relief, and she really had no other option. Still, she didn’t want her friends to think any less of her. Hopefully Coathangerman was noble enough to keep it on the downlow, but

“HEY EVERYONE! AUBREE JUST WET HERSELF!” announced the device she had with her. It spoke with such a loud voice that, even if it weren’t true prior, it would have been a self-fulfilling prophecy. Aubree squealed, and her face was now slightly more red than the plant. It was almost as if this gag was a joint effort by two comedian wannabes, but that the fidget-spinner gag maker didn’t account for what the other gag maker was obviously going to do. Aubree promptly slapped herself for going too meta and returned to blushing and doing a funny dance.
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Postby NightWing » Tue Nov 21, 2017 1:05 pm

Pandemonium
The bright pink one
Yeah her
Impossible to miss
Planet McPlanetface- bound


Pandemonium cringed as the iguana died. Glad I didn't bet, she thought. She would've bet five bucks on the lizard, which would make her broke now. However, there was something much more distracting at the moment.

"I LOVE YOU, BABE!!!" Her fidget spinner screamed in the voice of none other than Spasticus the Snarler. Her already pink face turned a bright red and she shoved the spinner somewhere hidden, hoping a minimal amount of people noticed. Of course, she noticed what Aubree's spinner announced and respectfully looked away, not sure whether or not the ringtone was telling the truth.
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Postby The Cyberiad Council » Wed Nov 22, 2017 8:57 am

Auger, The seasick(or spacesick?) neon orange Cowboy in the corner.

The first think Auger had done when he boarded the smaller spacecraft was to use one of his ropes(he had one or two, but probably just one with the "second one" being for bluffing purposes) to tie himself around the waist and attach the other end to an exposed pipe in one of the corners of the cabin. He had been sweating profusely during the landing flight, which included more motion than the relatively smooth flight of the rickshaw ship, but it was stress sweat and it had only been getting worse. By now he no longer just looked like a neon orange cowboy but smelled like one as well.

Auger had, in a clichéd manner, stuck his fidget spinner under his hat and tried to forget about it. When it went off, it made a low mammalian vocalization that sounded like, mooo-oooooooo-ooo. panicking at the sudden electronically synthesized cow noise, which Auger translated as "Don't forget to loud your Mackerel" (should have been translated "...load your gun", but the 8 count duration of the middle "O" that originated from Germanic languages is remarkably similar to the 9 count "O" duration that is a common feature of Gaelic dialects, hence the confusion), Auger threw his hat and fidget spinner on the ground. "Go to Halifax you bally machine!" He proceeded to draw his gun and fire three rounds at the fidget spinner. Two missed and harmlessly embedded themselves in the metal floor, but the third struck the fidget spinner dead center only to ricochet back and shoot through the rope Auger had tied himself down with. Jumping from the ricochet the recently untethered Auger fell to the ground shouting a few western obscenities. "What is that thing made of, some kind of Ultimo material?"
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"Avtobus signalit bip,bip,bip! Bip,bip,bip! Bip,bip,bip! Avtobus signalit bip,bip,bip! I tak ves’ den’!"

As their little ship descended down towards the planet, Irina Borisova looked through the window at many billboards that they passed. Her first thought wasn't that they were commercial advertisements, instead she figured that they were state sanctioned information and patriotic messages, where the alien letters spelled out slogans such as: "Together we build a better future for our children!", "Dare to say no to alcohol!", "Communism is Soviet power plus electrification of the whole Planet McPlanetface!", etc.

The billboards were colourful like nothing she had seen in her homeland, and she wasn't too certain that this actually was a socialist planet, but why not? Surely the universal truth of Marxism could be found universally, all over the universe? Besides, with all novels about Space Nazis she had read, why not Space Commies? One could dream, right?

There was however one thing about the billboards - well not exactly... Irina thought it was their neon brightness that caused everyone to suddenly "change" colour, a temporary optic effect, when it really was Pandemonium's fault (and since she was wrong about the reason, she wasn't as upset over it as the rest of the team) - that she did remember from her time back in the USSR. "Psychedelic baby, yeah!" she loudly exclaimed happily as she looked down on her glowing yellow and green hands. "It's just like when I was experimenting with LSD for the KGB! How do you like my dress now, Coathangerman?" With a triumphant smile she twirled around and began to dance, still singing, but now to the tune of Quincy Jones' "Soul Bossa Nova", happily unaware about all the Austin Powers references she had done, and would continue to do for a while.

"Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip bip bip-bip! Bip-bip-bip! Bip-bip-bip! BIP-BIP-BIP! Oh, behave!" The last part was aimed at Goldilocks, since Irina had twirled around just in time to notice her pee right on the poor flower. When the neon coloured and piss-soaked Plant then was attacked by an equally neon coloured iguana, Irina just knew that this was her best LSD trip ever! ... which admittedly didn't mean much, since her only other time (and technically still her only time, since she wasn''t high on anything but life right now) had been in a boring white lab, but still! What an epic fight!

Still, everything eventually comes to an end, and like so often, Captain Calculator had to be the Kindergarten teacher and make all the kids listen, including Irina. The good thing was that Jerry had more information to them regarding their mission, the bad thing was Irina's ringtone. She recognized her own five-year-old voice, even if it had been translated into English. "Mom? Mom, can I marry comrade Stalin when I grow up?"

It was nothing she stood for anymore, and she always told herself that it had been meant as a childish joke, but that didn't change that despite her socialism and the new neon colours, her cheeks turned even redder. She hurried to read the attached info from Jerry in order to distract herself, and hopefully make the others notice her less. The only comfort was that Goldilocks had an at least just as embarassing ringtone, and that the gunshots hopefully would draw some attention. For the first time, Irina felt gratitude towards the cowboy.
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Loudmouth, the neon yellow girl curled in a ball on the floor.

Did I seriously just see a flower kill an iguana? Or am I going insane? At least I didn't bet on the lizard... Dawn looked down at the dead lizard, clicking her tongue. "Is somebody gonna clean that up?" She asked, gesturing toward the body. She then looked at the plant, promising herself she would never pick a flower again in her life. She jumped up as Auger started shooting, ducking even though the bullets were nowhere near her. "Wow. I am in utter amazement at you ability to shoot a fidget spinner." She said, putting a hand on her hip.

She started frantically digging in her pockets as her own spinner started ringing, the small object blaring the my little pony theme song. "Die you obnoxious cockroach!" She yelled, stomping on the miniscule device. She glared at it as the ringtone slowly faded out, stuffing the spinner back in her pocket. She then turned her attention outside to watch billboards fly by.
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Postby Dragonarya » Thu Nov 23, 2017 12:35 pm

Ivy

Ivy leaned on a window frame, watching the billboards go by. They were all strange. One in particular caught her eye that said, "Make Planet McPlanetface your new home today! Call the number below." Underneath the blurb was a number Ivy wasn't in the mood to memorize, and next to the text was a picture of what she guessed was an alien realtor.

"HEY EVERYONE!!!" Someone extremely close to Ivy screamed. She jumped before realizing the sound came from her pocket. She pulled out her fidget spinner, which apparently wasn't done taking. "Ivy has a crush on-" before it could say any more, she shoved it in her mouth, which shut it up just fine. When she got some odd looks, she simply smiled, revealing both her teeth and the almost radioactive green fidget spinner wedged in her mouth. If they thought it was odd that the youngest on the voyage had a fidget spinner in her mouth, that was their problem. Maybe she should go ahead and eat it to silence it forever.

A gunshot - three, actually - surprised her so much she spit the spinner out, launching it straight at the offender - a cowboy? She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and glared. "Are you trying to get us all killed?" She hissed. Speaking of killed... she'd been too distracted by billboards earlier to notice, but there was now a dead iguana on the floor. And it had a petal sticking out of its mouth... Ivy spun around and looked up and down, but no, he wasn't there. "Where's Plant?!?" She asked, completely oblivious to the earlier phenomenon of a plant against a lizard.

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Postby Talchyon » Sat Nov 25, 2017 8:34 am

Landing on Planet McPlanetface
Coathangerman


After the high-pitched, annoying 7 year old voice that yelled out, "COATHANGERMAN IS A WEENIE!", the hero in question tried unsuccessfully to find the volume switch on his fidget spinner communicator. Ugh. At least everyone else had normal ringtones... or... well... maybe not... what with Aubrey's announcing to the world her bladder problems and unintended social consequences, or Auger the cowboy's obnoxious cattle noises, or Irina's obviously dumbheaded childhood crush, or the My Little PonyTM theme song, maybe... just maybe... no one would notice.

I mean, come on. They also now were neon and bright colors. His own wire coathangers - the "stingers" as he called them - were now glowing purple. And they were dodging billboards in space. And there was gunfire. And people stomping on fidget spinners. And he was trying to avoid paying the Teetotaler and Aesculapius because the iguana was totally dead, and the Plant was weary and lifting his tiny branches up in victory. Man. Now he was out $2.37. Talk about breaking the bank...

Hearing his name, he looked over at Irina's now very vibrant Breakfast at Svetlana's outfit. It was an improvement. You know, like moving up from discarded thrift store rejects to almost discarded thrift store rejects was an improvement. "Nice. Now you almost look like you're pulling off a good outfit. Almost. But not quite." And his sneering grin at the other hero who thought she was tripping on drugs. "Now it looks like you are from Breakfast at Svetlana's - only colored in by a 4 year old with a love for bright crayons." But you had to hand it to Irina. She had quite the voice, and knew some good music. He started bopping to the beat with her.

But he meant all this in fun. Coathangerman was not a jerk. If anything, he saw Irina like he might have seen his own little sister, if he had had a sister. Someone to pick on and tease, and hold upside down over the toilet, and blame, and maybe take lunch money from, but- someone he would gladly defend and make anyone else who wanted to hurt her have to come through him. Hopefully she got that from him, too.




Captain Calculator

Thanks to Jerry still in space, the heroes and villains knew what they were looking for, even if they had no idea why. "Mechanical components" of some kind is what Jerry said. And sure enough, the first of several images came through on the fidget spinner communication device. They were really going to have to come up with some nickname for this, something that rolled off the tongue (OOC - and the fingertips typing) easier than "fidget spinner communicator device." Maybe they should just call it "the nuisance."

The first of the pictures sent by Jerry looked like this:

Image


The next was similar to it...

Image


And on they went, each looking a little more the same. All in all, there were about 5 mechanical components.

Looking at everyone, Captain Calculator said aloud, "Why would any of this be illegal? It looks like some inventor made these out of parts from a store." It was a question that at the moment, had no answer.

Just then, the transport ship's announcer came on. "We are now cruising at an altitude of ten feet..." THUMP "...We were just cruising at an altitude of ten feet. As we taxi to a stop, please make sure to turn off all cell phones and fidget spinner communication devices, make sure you are buckled in, the time is now who knows local time, and oh yes. Thank you for flying Squelch Transport Ship #2." The noise of the spaceship's wheels on the alien planet was loud but began to die down until suddenly there was as much life and pep in them as there was in the dead iguana. Though there wasn't really anything anyone could do about turning off their devices, or "nuisances" as Captain Calculator was thinking might be a great name for them.

A doorway on the ship opened to the outside. The atmosphere was breathable, with a little bit of despair thrown in. Planet McPlanetface, here we come! But as they heroes and villains were leaving the ship, sirens and flashing lights were seen approaching toward them from about a block away. A police car - very similar to the ones on Earth - drove up, and out of the car stepped a uniformed lizard. Pale green skin, thin lips, a tail, and a serious expression on his face. He had a gun drawn at everyone in the group.

"You! Whoever you are! Throw down your guns and put your hands up in the air!"

Had they violated some alien law on Planet McPlanetface? Whatever had just happened, was going to make for some interesting interactions.
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Postby NightWing » Sat Nov 25, 2017 10:15 am

Pandemonium
Planet McPlanetface


Pandemonium was eager to get off the ship, but she stopped when she heard the lizard's demands. Time to blow him to the moon?... nah, I have a better idea. she grinned to herself and strode confidently to the front of the pack, acting as graceful and elegant as possible. Seeing a neon pink teen in a kilt given the circumstances must've been interesting.

"Excuse me?!" She asked the lizard, acting shocked. "You can't arrest us! I am Her Imperial Majesty Queen Aurora of the Neon Empire, and I am here to speak with your leader with my royal entourage! I am protected by highest law here! If you need proof of my identification, here." She pulled out her fidget spinner device and offered it to the lizard, but before she did she typed something into it that was absolute gibberish, so the lizard would think it was their native language of her ID. She turned to the group and where the police couldn't see, she mouthed, "play along".
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Postby Barapam » Sat Nov 25, 2017 11:09 am

Irina had simply rolled her eyes at Coathangerman and kept on dancing. He was just like a little brother. They teased each other, but were still good friends, and on the same team. Besides, she could be feisty if she had to, so if he ever crossed the line, she'd let him know...

They were then going in for the landing. What was a cell phone, and how did you turn off this piece of junk? Where's the nearest seatbelt, and how much time - That's how Borisova's thoughts went, but she didn't get to finish them, as they swiftly landed on the new world. It was a pretty soft landing, but since Irina had been standing and hadn't buckled up, she still lost her balance and fell right over somebody. Mumbling an apology, she got up, only to stare right into the eyes of an alien lizard. An alien cop lizard. She slowly raised her hands, and shot Pandemonium a sideglance. It was very hard to keep a serious face to what she was saying, but Irina tried her best, and was actually relatively successful in doing so. However, she still had to turn her eyes back at the reptilian officer right away, in order to not burst out in laughter and blow the charade.

"We come in peace..." she told the lizard. Her voice was steady, as she wasn't afraid at all. Nervous yes, but not afraid. On the contrary, things could've been worse, and it was comforting that this alien race was considerate enough to look like something that was familar to Earthlings, like lizards.

"... and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we very much would like to remain in one piece..."

What none of them noticed, was that while they talked, a tiny, tiny, rainbow coloured animal, that very much looked like an extraterrestrial being but really wasn't, slowly crawled over the treshold from the capsule and out onto the surface of Planet McPlanetface.
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Postby Dragonarya » Sat Nov 25, 2017 12:51 pm

Ivy

Ivy sighed in relief when she saw the flower, simply on the other side of the deceased lizard. She ran over and scooped him up, trying to ignore the corpse that she most certainly would not be touching. What the #&@$ were you thinking?!? She asked him.

Plant turned to look at her. I was thinking kill or be killed, he said with a shrug. Ivy sighed in annoyance when he continued. I'm also thinking I don't like being red. He raised a root/arm to look at it and did something close to a scowl.

Ivy stumbled and lost her footing when the ship landed, nearly dropping Plant in the process. She shoved him in her kilt pocket (who knew, right?) for safekeeping, an action he didn't appreciate. She stood up straight again once the ship was steady. When the other teenage girl -- ahem, Her Imperial Majesty Queen Aurora of the Neon Empire -- gave a false introduction, Ivy decided to play along.

"I am sorry, kind sir," she said, tipping her head to the lizard. She kept her head bowed to hide how hard it was to keep a straight face. "Perhaps it's not my place, as I am only the lowly daughter of a duke-" she patted the cowboy's arm for effect "- but I must say, we don't wish to bring any inconvenience upon you. If you would just take us to your ruler's living quarters, we would be eternally grateful..." she trailed off, knowing that if she went any further, she would break out laughing.

Fireworker

So the ride was interesting, to say the least. Jason got to see billboards for things he'd never imagined, a plant kill an iguana, and an anthro lizard, all in one day. But let's start back where it's reasonable.

Fireworker was busy making miniature fireworks fizzle in between his cupped hands when the Plant killed the hapless iguana, by indigestion, of all things. That's also about the moment he realized he was neon yellow. He scowled. He liked making his fireworks multicolored, but himself? This was new. Must be an alien thing.

When the ship landed, he narrowly avoid falling on top of a Russian cosmonaut, and with her something that was either Planet McPlanetface Police Force (PMPPF?) or Intergal. However, he kept his footing. What really got him was the teenager declaring herself Imperial Majesty of blah blah blah. Right. Because that made him her "royal subject", and he wasn't too keen on that. Oh well, he'd play along.

"Aces!" He said, rushing up in between the lizard and the "queen". "Stay back, Your Majesty! Never approach a hostile without my protection again, you hear me?" So maybe being royal bodyguard would be better than loyal subject, right?
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Postby Talchyon » Mon Nov 27, 2017 12:15 pm

A secluded area on Planet McPlanetface, in a city but not the most populated area
The alien lizard police officer


NightWing wrote:Pandemonium
Planet McPlanetface


Pandemonium was eager to get off the ship, but she stopped when she heard the lizard's demands. Time to blow him to the moon?... nah, I have a better idea. she grinned to herself and strode confidently to the front of the pack, acting as graceful and elegant as possible. Seeing a neon pink teen in a kilt given the circumstances must've been interesting.

"Excuse me?!" She asked the lizard, acting shocked. "You can't arrest us! I am Her Imperial Majesty Queen Aurora of the Neon Empire, and I am here to speak with your leader with my royal entourage! I am protected by highest law here! If you need proof of my identification, here." She pulled out her fidget spinner device and offered it to the lizard, but before she did she typed something into it that was absolute gibberish, so the lizard would think it was their native language of her ID. She turned to the group and where the police couldn't see, she mouthed, "play along".


Barapam wrote:That's how Borisova's thoughts went, but she didn't get to finish them, as they swiftly landed on the new world. It was a pretty soft landing, but since Irina had been standing and hadn't buckled up, she still lost her balance and fell right over somebody. Mumbling an apology, she got up, only to stare right into the eyes of an alien lizard. An alien cop lizard. She slowly raised her hands, and shot Pandemonium a sideglance. It was very hard to keep a serious face to what she was saying, but Irina tried her best, and was actually relatively successful in doing so. However, she still had to turn her eyes back at the reptilian officer right away, in order to not burst out in laughter and blow the charade.

"We come in peace..." she told the lizard. Her voice was steady, as she wasn't afraid at all. Nervous yes, but not afraid. On the contrary, things could've been worse, and it was comforting that this alien race was considerate enough to look like something that was familar to Earthlings, like lizards.

"... and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we very much would like to remain in one piece..."

What none of them noticed, was that while they talked, a tiny, tiny, rainbow coloured animal, that very much looked like an extraterrestrial being but really wasn't, slowly crawled over the treshold from the capsule and out onto the surface of Planet McPlanetface.


Dragonarya wrote:Ivy

Ivy decided to play along.

"I am sorry, kind sir," she said, tipping her head to the lizard. She kept her head bowed to hide how hard it was to keep a straight face. "Perhaps it's not my place, as I am only the lowly daughter of a duke-" she patted the cowboy's arm for effect "- but I must say, we don't wish to bring any inconvenience upon you. If you would just take us to your ruler's living quarters, we would be eternally grateful..." she trailed off, knowing that if she went any further, she would break out laughing.

Fireworker

When the ship landed, Fireworker narrowly avoid falling on top of a Russian cosmonaut, and with her something that was either Planet McPlanetface Police Force (PMPPF?) or Intergal. However, he kept his footing. What really got him was the teenager declaring herself Imperial Majesty of blah blah blah. Right. Because that made him her "royal subject", and he wasn't too keen on that. Oh well, he'd play along.

"Aces!" He said, rushing up in between the lizard and the "queen". "Stay back, Your Majesty! Never approach a hostile without my protection again, you hear me?" So maybe being royal bodyguard would be better than loyal subject, right?


Though he blinked some at the last bit of being called a "hostile," the alien lizard police officer lowered his weapon, but still holding it in his scaly hands. "I don't know who you clowns are, or why you're glowing in the dark and wearing kilts, but whoever you are, I can tell you're not who I was looking for.

"Nobody from Giulio Paratti's gang would ever want to be taken to the leader of this dump. Not when there really is no current leader, unless you count the heads of rival gangs who are waging war against each other. But again, none of the Paratti's would ever ask to be taken to the leaders of their rivals. So, sorry I drew my gun on you. I had been told the Paratti's were making a shipment here to the Carlo Linguine faction, 'bout this time, and then you guys showed up."

Come to think of it, it was kind of dark on the planet. Like late at night. Shadows engulfed the street they stood on. The heroes and villains, glowing in the dark, certainly stood out.

The lizard officer spoke once more. "Guess you'd like an introduction. I'm Officer Jimmy Sullivan. Gecko City Police. Probably the only honest cop on the planet." Then, distracted a little by something he saw getting closer, Sullivan said, "Looks like the Paratti's decided to show up after all. Well, fellows, this isn't your fight. Feel free to vamoose."

Looking at his friends, Captain Calculator stood up and said, "Officer? We would be glad to lend a helping hand. Right, guys?" Glitch's dazed look was all he needed as an affirmative response.
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Postby The Cyberiad Council » Mon Nov 27, 2017 12:58 pm

Auger

The Cowboy recoiled slightly from the touch of the plant villain and continued to tie the two ends of the severed rope together. He reseated his hat and turned to the cop. "I fancy myself sort of a lawman myself." He took his gun and flipped open the cylinder, replacing the three shots he wasted earlier. "I'd be happy to help." He flipped the cylinder back into place and gave it a spin for effect. "Its been too long since I's been in a proper shootout."

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Postby Estlobies » Wed Nov 29, 2017 2:59 pm

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I would comply to your suggestion, Sir Calculator, though I should note, officer, that we're of less use than you may initially conclude. We all have, well, very specific abilites. He receives some looks from the rest of the infinites that inaudibly say "Shut the hell up, would you?", and he decides to cease talking.
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Postby Whalestron » Wed Nov 29, 2017 7:03 pm

Nikolai the Bear

"Vhy am I steel here?!" The angry Commie-bear demanded, looking around at the Infinites. It had been more than once that Nikolai tried to ditch the scum by slowing down at corners and staying put as they got further and further away. For some reason, however, the narrative seemed to drag him back to the main group. "I vill help if it gets me away from you!" He said scornfully. Teddy bears by themselves can't speak scornfully, mind you. That's why his creator made him Russian. It's typically general knowledge that anything that is Russian can be easily angered. Add that to a teddy bear, and bam! Instant regret! That would be the case for Nikolai.

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Postby Randomarya » Wed Nov 29, 2017 7:54 pm

Loudmouth

Dawn stood towards the back of the group with her arms crossed, not believing what the teenage girl up front was saying. Is she serious!? There is no way this lizard dude will fall for that. She thought, scoffing. She would stay quiet, but no way would she grovel at this teenage "majesty's" feet.

She then looked at the lizard in shock as he did fall for it. You have got to be kidding me. No way should that have worked. She thought, staring blankly at him as he spoke. She looked toward the ship he started to point out, trying to think of how a noisemaker such as herself would be helpful. Thank you Captain Calculator for offering my unwilling help. I could care less about these lizards.

Lizzie

Sammy had been silently reading the few random thoughts she could pick from the minds of the newcomers, trying to piece together what was going on. Their thoughts didn't all add up to what the girl in front was saying. Sam was suspicious of the group, but pretty sure none of them had seen her yet, as she hadn't exited Jimmy's squad car.

As the gang ship came into view Sam stepped out of the car and walked over to Jimmy, flicking her tail. When the group of strangers suggested they could help Sammy nodded in thought. Maybe they would help, maybe they wouldn't. It would be their own dang fault if they got themselves hurt.

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