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snowblindrpg2018-03-12 12:45 am
sharktrash) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-03-12 12:45 am
[network] @superbia; video; day 338 [open]
[The feed clicks on with -- SURPRISE!! -- the Joker striking a pose. He appears to be in the funeral home of the Radiation Zone.]
Aloha, lovelies, Joker here!
[He pauses and gestures to whoever is holding the camera.]
YOU should be introducing me, by the way, aren’t you familiar with show business?
[ ...Anyone who’s heard Squalo speak can probably recognize his voice without much trouble even if he's not in view himself - there's that telltale underlying growl that sounds like someone’s yelling through sore throat. ]
Hey, you’re not on camera because you look better. Aren’t YOU the show biz expert here? Just get to it.
[With a whirl, Joker approaches a large coffin and taps it with his fireplace poker.]
Anyhoo, yours truly and the merry band of mountbanks found a secret in the coffin. Observe.
[He pulls open the coffin lid, steps inside, and disappears downwards. The camera follows, revealing a hole in the bottom of the coffin as Squalo breaks into a fit of sharp, nearly hyena-like cackles. How does anyone figure out breaking through the bottom of a coffin? Maybe you should ask. Or not. The view moves past the hole, going down a ladder into a dark room below. Joker stands in the shadows, grinning toothily, illuminated by the light from a second tablet. The lower the camera goes, the more distorted the view gets. Between it and the dark, it’s almost impossible to make anything out, but there are still occasional clear bits. ]
-- [ static ] -- Better describe it. Don’t think anyone --//-- see shit past your shiny face. --//-- looks kinda --//-- Pit room, actually -- fuck this.
[ The camera wiggles around to show off what are probably white walls then focuses on Joker and his light and retreats back up, the distortion easing up enough to transmit the rest of the sound more clearly. ]
It’s a metal room.
It’s also a toasty metal room!
About twenty celsius. That’d be seventy fahrenheit. And, yes, you can sleep down here. Now, isn’t that fun?
[There’s a clank, like someone knocking against a wall.]
Oh, and this here door-- SQUALO! ARE YOU STILL THERE?
YEAH I'M FUCKING THERE! Can’t get signal down here. I’ll try from the ladder.
[ The camera shifts around slightly, settling on the dot of light in the dark and trying to close in. Between the distorted bits, it’s possible to make out the vague shape of a door, then it zooms out again. ]
...This door doesn’t open. Maybe it leads into the tunnels. Or into the jaws of a giant monster. Who knows around this joint?
[ The camera shuffles and goes back all the way up to the coffin room, and a moment later Joker emerges from the coffin as well (the camera angle makes it look vaguely Dracula-like), the recording now clear again. ]
Right. Doesn’t seem to accept any keys or cards or lullabies or whatever. Yeah, I tried the foot key too, nada. So. Anyone got more ideas for opening this thing? We've got time to try some shit out.
Aloha, lovelies, Joker here!
[He pauses and gestures to whoever is holding the camera.]
YOU should be introducing me, by the way, aren’t you familiar with show business?
[ ...Anyone who’s heard Squalo speak can probably recognize his voice without much trouble even if he's not in view himself - there's that telltale underlying growl that sounds like someone’s yelling through sore throat. ]
Hey, you’re not on camera because you look better. Aren’t YOU the show biz expert here? Just get to it.
[With a whirl, Joker approaches a large coffin and taps it with his fireplace poker.]
Anyhoo, yours truly and the merry band of mountbanks found a secret in the coffin. Observe.
[He pulls open the coffin lid, steps inside, and disappears downwards. The camera follows, revealing a hole in the bottom of the coffin as Squalo breaks into a fit of sharp, nearly hyena-like cackles. How does anyone figure out breaking through the bottom of a coffin? Maybe you should ask. Or not. The view moves past the hole, going down a ladder into a dark room below. Joker stands in the shadows, grinning toothily, illuminated by the light from a second tablet. The lower the camera goes, the more distorted the view gets. Between it and the dark, it’s almost impossible to make anything out, but there are still occasional clear bits. ]
-- [ static ] -- Better describe it. Don’t think anyone --//-- see shit past your shiny face. --//-- looks kinda --//-- Pit room, actually -- fuck this.
[ The camera wiggles around to show off what are probably white walls then focuses on Joker and his light and retreats back up, the distortion easing up enough to transmit the rest of the sound more clearly. ]
It’s a metal room.
It’s also a toasty metal room!
About twenty celsius. That’d be seventy fahrenheit. And, yes, you can sleep down here. Now, isn’t that fun?
[There’s a clank, like someone knocking against a wall.]
Oh, and this here door-- SQUALO! ARE YOU STILL THERE?
YEAH I'M FUCKING THERE! Can’t get signal down here. I’ll try from the ladder.
[ The camera shifts around slightly, settling on the dot of light in the dark and trying to close in. Between the distorted bits, it’s possible to make out the vague shape of a door, then it zooms out again. ]
...This door doesn’t open. Maybe it leads into the tunnels. Or into the jaws of a giant monster. Who knows around this joint?
[ The camera shuffles and goes back all the way up to the coffin room, and a moment later Joker emerges from the coffin as well (the camera angle makes it look vaguely Dracula-like), the recording now clear again. ]
Right. Doesn’t seem to accept any keys or cards or lullabies or whatever. Yeah, I tried the foot key too, nada. So. Anyone got more ideas for opening this thing? We've got time to try some shit out.
@zd; voice
Man, that's a pretty great find. Wonder if that is linked to to the door at the vets.
[ Like another level to the maintenance tunnels or something. ]
@gravedigger; voice
action/voice from offscreen
[ Because if something worked there, it could be worth a try here as well. ]
action/voice
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@zd; voice (I totally missed this sorry)
no worries
[ He's already contacting the Admin, at least. ]
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I promised the admin no more bombs, so I can't actually recommend that...
[ But maybe fashionista snob can do the thing because he wasn't there for when the promise was made? ]
no subject
I didn't. I'm not really a bomb-maker though.
[ And he expects ready-made bombs aren't that easy to come across... but then, wasn't Joker supposed to be a chemistry expert? He could probably cook something up, so he's gonna give him an expectant look here. ]
no subject
[ WINK WINK. Hear the wink wink in his voice? ]
no subject
[ Have a half-smirk back. He's on this. ]
action
So. What do you need to make explosives?
action
[He waves a hand.]
What kind depends on what you wanna make. Got anything on you that I should know about?
no subject
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Could I see these detergents and sprays?
no subject
[ But he's still gonna dig through his bags and produce dish soap, polish remover, salt, deodorant and hairspray, raising an eyebrow as if to say "Well?" ]
no subject
[He picks up the deodorant and flips it over in his hands.]
Wouldja mind if I take these?
no subject
[ He can probably find another one and it's not like it's that important to smell flawless to an old guy in clown makeup, right. More importantly, anything to move them forward. ]
[ Except the hairbrush, he's not giving that up for anything short of guaranteed ticket back home. ]
@zd; voice
[ Which means they might have to convince the admin again? ]
Did you guys talk to Eve about it?
@gravedigger; voice
no subject
[ Or give them a hint. C'mon Eve pls ]