[network/video] Night 81 [open]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is onscreen, looking considerably more ruffled than usual. But he's smiling! Smiling and crying, and trying to make it seem like he isn't doing any of the latter. ]

I. Am the greatest driver who ever lived. We were - and the sled --

[ This is interrupted by a series of loud thumps as something -- no, multiple somethings -- slam their fists into the window behind Rhys. A hideously corroded yellow robot with a flickering red eye and a monsterously deformed half-robot... girl? Thing? Are momentarily visible before Rhys screeches and drops the tablet. From somewhere offscreen, Angel lets out a startled shriek of her own.

A floating backpack(?? ????) hovers across the feed, screaming along with them(?????????). It's a wonderful orchestra of panic, people. Enjoy. ]

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action;

[phaseshifter]

[ It's funny, how being terrified that you aren't going to make it indoors before lockdown kind of makes you forget about the terrifying monstrosities that have been chasing you for two days straight. Gaige - Deathtrap? - Gaigetrap? - pounds metal claws against the window as Angel races over to barricade the door.

Yeah, it's lockdown. But better safe than sorry. ]

How - how the heck did they follow us down here so fast? Rhys!

[headjacked]

Hell if I know!

[ He manages to choke that out eventually, and even then, he is squeaking. He helps Angel stack things against the door and drifts back to the window. Creeping, arms held out defensively. ]

I thought we'd lost 'em. I - I hoped we'd lost 'em.

[phaseshifter]

Don't get too close.

[ She says, like she isn't edging over to peer at the window herself. ]

You think they can hear us out there?

[headjacked]

Oh, probably not. B-but... doesn't hurt to try?

[ He sniffles and creeps even closer to the glass. ]

Loader Bot! ...buddy?!

[ Aaaand no response. Possibly because it's too hard to make out what he's saying out there. Probably. ]

[phaseshifter]

They have to know who we are, or they wouldn't pursue us so... doggedly. And that means there has to be some of themselves left in there.

[ Gaaaaaaige. Seeing this happen to a vault hunter - the baddest of the badass - makes it even scarier. If this is MN poisoning, what chance do any of them have? ]

Whoever is making the administrator do this - they're worse than Jack at his most despicable. No offense.

[ She handwaves vaguely in the direction of Rhys' shoulder in case Jack is listening, but doesn't take her eyes off the window. Horrible. ]

[headjacked]

[ A sad, throaty sigh. Part of his volume problem is a dying voice. ]

You can give it a try, s-since... since your voice is probably less shot than mine.

[ After a moment spent in thought, he slowly, purposefully presses his fist against the glass, right where Loader Bot is banging. Maybe a little nonverbal communication will work? ]

[phaseshifter]

Um. Okay.

[ She clears her throat and attempts communication. Very loud, formal communication. She could do with a blue staticky filter and an inexplicable breeze blowing her hair around, but eh. WHATEVER. ]

Vault hunter: I've updated your Echo with the location of a Hyperion weapons cache. You're going to need all the help you can get to defeat Handsome Jack - head back through the cave and pick it up.

[ No emotional appeals here, only the promise of SWEET SWEET LOOT. Gaigetrap does seem to react - "weapons cache" elicits an excited-looking series of jerky twitches, and "defeat Handsome Jack" prompts a string of a black oily substance to leak from her maw as she lets out a howl.

Well, kind of a howl. It sounds kind of like a distorted, robotic attempt at making electric guitar noises. Meedleymeedleymowwwww. ]

[headjacked]

Well.

That was horrifying. Please avoid doing it ag-- wait, hey, look!!

[ The loader has stopped trying to pound his way into the post office. His fist has stilled, pressed against Rhys' with the glass between them. Hesitation.




It doesn't last long. Rhys jerks his hand back and drops onto his ass. ]

@hjack69; voice

[youarethebandits]

[Jesus christ he recognises that robot girl despise the deformities and that is terrifying.]

Stop gloating and barricade the goddamn door.

[There are thumps audible on his side as well, accompanied by faint screeches of metal on metal, and a screaming voice - a woman's? it's so distorted by static it's hard to tell.]

[headjacked]

I didn't realize they were that close oh my god.

[ He squeals, goes for the door, and promptly falls on top of his tablet. ]

[youarethebandits]

Oh my god if you let my daughter get killed I'll-

[The screaming shifts into a deep, robotic monotone. When Jack speaks again, he sounds almost... upset? No, that can't be right. He must simply be worried about Angel.]

Just- just don't die, okay. Either of you.

voice; @guardian;

[phaseshifter]

Dude.

[youarethebandits]

What.

[phaseshifter]

You just told Rhys not to die. You specifically included Rhys in the don't die club.

[youarethebandits]

Well, it- it looks like he's actually being useful and keeping you safe, so.

[phaseshifter]

Be careful, people might actually mistake you for someone who can show basic human concern. Is that a constructor?

[ The monotone sounds familiar, okay. Even if the earlier noises don't exactly fit with her theory. ]

[headjacked]

DUDE.

[youarethebandits]

STOP SAYING "DUDE" AT ME.

[headjacked]

It was a dudeworthy offense!

I mean. I'm assuming you were about to issue a death threat, and then... "don't die?".

[youarethebandits]

You call telling you not to die an offense? That's pretty messed up, buddy.

@Mnemosyne; voice

[bookofnope]

[Oh lord what have they done this time what is Angel up to what is Rhys up to if they are in danger that is going to be more than he can handle right now.]

Are you inside? Are you safe?

[headjacked]

[ There is a pause before the response. A necessary one to work on the barricade, but it's probably the opposite of comforting for the poor vampire. ]

We're in! We - w-we're safe. Safer than we were before.

[bookofnope]

[After that pause, there is no way for Beckett to contain the hiss of relief he lets out at getting that response. Safe is so relative in Norfinbury that safer than we were will do.]

What the bloody hell is going on there?

[headjacked]

The usual? Monsters? Trying to kill us? Now featuring familiar flavors?

[ He sounds like he's on the verge of panic, which means it is a day ending in Y. ]

We -- I grabbed some rubble, grabbed Angel, and jumped on. We barely made it in.

[bookofnope]

You've also - ah - familiar?

[He isn't up to date on network chatter around what seems to be happening all around Norfinbury. For reasons. Which he thinks Angel might sympathize with, but which are not for Rhys's ears.]

What did you do with the rubble exactly?