smashrising | SPRING CLEANING [OPEN]

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SPRING CLEANING [OPEN]

Who: ALL OF YOU NERDS
What: CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!
Where: ABSOLUTELY FREAKING EVERYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Chemical burns??? IDK

There was no escape in sight. As far as anyone could tell, they were all stuck here on this mysterious floating island for the time being, and they would have to make do with what they could find. You'd think they would be well off in an AWESOME MANSION, except that the mansion is... a little worse for wear. Okay, a LOT worse for wear. The place was a mess.

Flurrie would not stand for it.

A woman of her tastes and sensibilities would be all for living it up in a huge, fancy mansion, but certainly not one in this state. And so, she took some initiative. Early one morning, she found a megaphone and stood outside the front of the mansion, barking orders loudly to the other inhabitants.

"EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, PRONTO!!"

Once everybody was gathered (as gathered as they were able to at this time of day, anyway), she yelled a little less:

"All right, everyone! I think we've been lounging around long enough! This place is an absolute disaster, and I cannot abide it another minute. Today I proclaim that we're going to make this mansion spic and span! And we're not going to stop until it sparkles! Now who's with me~?"

[HERE'S HOW IT WORKS: Step 1: Pick a location. Step 2: CLEAN THAT SHIT. Step 3: Tag around and help clean the mansion YAAAY! OR, you can do none of the above and screw around the entire time! YAAAY?]

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[Psh pull him away? More like sit down besides him to look over his shoulder very much interested!]

So what do you do with it?

[Even as she just watched him booting it up, her mind was going miles per second, taking in everything and it even looked like she was reading everything the machine itself was doing. Well, if you were paying attention anyways!]

[Unfortunately... he isn't. He's more focused on the game options.]

It's a pretty simple game. Let me show you how this works.

[BANGbeepSPLAT, ARRRGH, UFF UFF UFF SPLATTERgib...]

No real storyline, beyond you're in a place filled with demons, and your go is to survive get to the next level. You move with these keys, shoot with that, change weapons like so.

[One level down, and he resets the game and looks over. He was going to offer the controls to her, but he catches the tail end of her attempted communion with the machine. He has no idea what's going on, but it grabs his attention for a second.]

So, uh... give it a try?

[She's glued, her long ears at an excited angle as her eyes shimmer with curiosity and intrigue.]

Sure seems safer than being in the field with all of them!

[An excited comment, much different than the usual timid talk. That's what tech does to this girl... Through the whole level she's taking every bit of detail in, no matter how simple it is and is oddly enough already running all the different scenarios and real time battle tactics that aren't really needed in this game... Probably.]

Huh? Really?! I'd love to!

[Move over Gordon, she's ready for this! And once her hands are in place and her eyes focus on the screen... well let's just say natural is an understatement and she's loving it!]

[BAMratatatboom--]

Damn, you're pretty good at thi--

[RARGHsplatterdeath, mutilation and bullets--]

Yeah okay, that's called the BFG, what you do with that is--

[KABLAMM!]

--Um, nevermind. I think you've got the idea already.

This is so much fun! [Ronnae giggled and continued on her massacre, all smiles and her focus darting this way and that.]

I'm going to replicate every single on of these! [These being the weapons and while many of them were mundane, you probably figure she's referring to the more techy-looking weapons...]

Yes! [She looked over at Gordon and was all smiles before letting go.]

[OH LOOK! Two of her favourite people ever!]

Hey, guys! What are you up to?

[OH GOD DON'T LET HER TOUCH THE COMPUTER DON'T LET HER TOUCH THE COMPUTER RED ALERT RED ALERT]

Alright... [He cracks his knuckles and takes a turn.] Time to make these demons remember who they're dealing with...

[In a way, if one were to imagine Gordon as a scrawny teenager with huge glasses and anger issues yelling at a VGA screen in the middle of the night, it really explains a lot about him now. It doesn't take him long to get back in the habit, either:]

YEAH! EAT IT! Oh you want some too don't you--HA! Didn't expect a grenade, did you?! Well there's more where that came from! Fresh-picked, just for you! Oh you floaty motherf-- GAHH! DIE DIE DIE! Haha! Looks like it's clear who the superior foe is here, isn't it squidface?!

[This is what you walk in on, Shantae. Was it worth it?]

[Ronnae's face is red but she's smiling and she's not very vocal but she cheers whenever Gordon makes an impressive play. She's definitely having more fun than she should and that's probably why the sudden appearance of Shantae makes her spin around in surprise and probably just whipped Gordon in the face with her very long ponytails. Whoops!]

Shantae! Oh ah, h-hi!

[Ronnae's pigtail hits him with audible force and a muffled grunt of surprise. By the time he sweeps it away, his gun-toting alter ego on the screen is already half-dead.]

Oh nononono-- [BOOMsplorch.] Aw man... Now why did you go and-huh? [Now be notices the genie girl, and turns in his chair.] Oh, hey, err, hi Shantae. We were just, you know, checking out some of the stuff down here.

Is that what that's called? What the heck are you doing down here? You find something that works?

[She had no idea what to make of that display.]

Sounded like you were fighting for your life!

Y-yeah ummm I... [Not only did she now feel bad for the loss in the game, but she felt pretty insecure about the display and edged away and went to idle with some of the devices.]

Were just playing a game that seemed to be working still...

The original DoomGuy. [He turns back and indicates the title screen with it's spiky font.]

I played this thing all the time as a kid, blowing up aliens and cyborgs and cyborg-aliens... I just can't believe I found a copy down here, of all places!

What's a DoomGuy?

[Shantae glanced over Gordon's shoulder at the screen.]

Hey, nothing wrong with a break. But if this still works, great! Means we can still get some power, right?

[Ronnae kept her space and was browsing through more devices that were around, talking idly but not quite looking back at the group.]

Technically yes... Though we could have done that even without the device working. There's plenty of natural energies we could have harvested to provice power to this place and more.

Are... you saying that this thing is powered by magic?

[...]

Hell, at this point, I'll believe anything. Otherwise, I would be curious now how a mansion on a floating island in the middle of nowhere seems to be hooked up to the grid. I don't hear a generator either... The only other idea is solar power and an array of batteries, but I don't see either one around the mansion.

[They'll figure it out later, anyway. He indicates the screen.] Anyway, THIS is DoomGuy. It's a game, a-a computer game. It's not complicated, you basically just shoot everything, but that doesn't mean it's easy. And actually, Ronnae seems to be pretty good at it!

[He gestures to Ronnae's wallflowering form.]

There's all sorts of things we could use for power! Like that spiky haired dog guy! He makes electricity, just plug him into the mansion and feed him some bacon every now and then, and voila! Instant generator!

[Shantae no...]

So you go around shooting stuff? Sounds pretty easy to me!

[She glanced to Ronnae.]

Yeah? Nice work!

[She had no idea how to rank video game playing skills as opposed to real life combat skills, but they sure sounded impressive.]

[...Gordon. Gordon no. Don't do it. I know it worked out with Ronnae but YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE DOES TO COMPUTERS--]

You want to give it a try yourself?

[Ronnae looked over every now and then and gave a small smile, still continuing to clean up, clear up and grab anything that she was curious about for future tinkering. But hearing Gordon offer the game to Shantae made her even more curious and was looking over more often to see how Shantae fared.]

Sure, why not? How hard can it be?

[She sat down at the computer, thus cementing Gordon's terrible mistake. She laid her hands on the keyboard. The game started to play.]

So how do I move and shoot?

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