Dr. Ivo Robotnik (
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Entry tags:
- !open log,
- chewbacca (disney infinity),
- eggman/robotnik (sonic the hedgehog),
- garrett (thief),
- gordon freeman (half-life),
- joel (the last of us),
- jolt/jolteon (pokemon),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- marine the racoon (sonic rush adventure),
- melia antiqua (xenoblade),
- rene randall (valkyria chronicles),
- rock light (mega man),
- shantae (shantae),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- vivian/turret (portal),
- wave (sonic the hedgehog)
I Choo Choo Choose You! A Beary Cupidbot Valentines Day!
Who: EVERYONE
What: Sorry Smash, you're not the only things that survived the moonpocalypse...
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTINES DAY
Warnings: L for LOVE/LUST/LONGING/LSTEAK?
Last year, everyone figured out that Eggman was behind the yearly influx of Cupidbots that wreaked hormone soaked havoc on the academy. Having been discovered, he was in no position to do it again. Besides, the mansion didn't have the resources to rebuild them even if he wanted to.
Unfortunately for everyone, including him, something of his old workshop survived and was brought to the island. Something... sinister. These weren't cupidbots, were they? No, there were... bears. Bears with shapes on their stomachs. Some looked downright cute. Others looked... more damaged. And they were going to follow their programming. They descended upon the mansion, trudging along, seeking out anyone who might get in their way. And with a beam of light from their stomachs, their targets would be lovestruck to the first person they saw.
It was time. Time to unite and put an end to the Cupidbot menace once and for all.
((OOC: No sign-ups this year, sorry. Life has been very busy for me the last couple of months. Feel free to have open posts for people to fall in love with, or make plans on Plurk! Just let the trainwreck begin!))
What: Sorry Smash, you're not the only things that survived the moonpocalypse...
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTINES DAY
Warnings: L for LOVE/LUST/LONGING/LSTEAK?
Last year, everyone figured out that Eggman was behind the yearly influx of Cupidbots that wreaked hormone soaked havoc on the academy. Having been discovered, he was in no position to do it again. Besides, the mansion didn't have the resources to rebuild them even if he wanted to.
Unfortunately for everyone, including him, something of his old workshop survived and was brought to the island. Something... sinister. These weren't cupidbots, were they? No, there were... bears. Bears with shapes on their stomachs. Some looked downright cute. Others looked... more damaged. And they were going to follow their programming. They descended upon the mansion, trudging along, seeking out anyone who might get in their way. And with a beam of light from their stomachs, their targets would be lovestruck to the first person they saw.
It was time. Time to unite and put an end to the Cupidbot menace once and for all.
((OOC: No sign-ups this year, sorry. Life has been very busy for me the last couple of months. Feel free to have open posts for people to fall in love with, or make plans on Plurk! Just let the trainwreck begin!))
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When it turned towards her, she waved, signaling for it to come over to her. Was this one of those other...what was it called again, what Chewie was. Could this be a little kid?
So when it started glowing, it left her very little reaction time.
[any ladies want to kick this off with Rene? Ladies only, sorry]
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Oh, my. Are you all right? That looked like it hurt.
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And she looked up, seeing Melia. "I uh...hi. I remember you. Uh...hey, when the pool gets all finished, would you want to go swimming together?"
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Did you hear that whoosh noise as Rene's proposition went right over her head?
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Gordon stopped in the hallway on his way to the dorms, his head raising. There's something weirdly preternatural about the fight-or-flight instinct if it's properly honed. The way it seemed to realize danger before the rest of him left Gordon at a loss to explain it in scientific terms.
That didn't mean he didn't heed it, however. He shifts the paper in his hands and grips the crowbar at his belt.
By the time his neurons have cued up to have him call out "show yourself," the thing was already halfway down the hall in a hellish animatronic sprint. Its eyes glow like an old-time flashbulb on the charge, and the flash causes Gordon to recoil. He swings blindly, which connects with a CLONGK of metal and a screech.
"SHITdamn, ahhg--" Gordon, still blinded, dives around a heavy oak door and slams it shut.
There's a thump against it. Another thump. The man blinks, and tries to shake out the flash spots in his eyes. "Yeah, trying to blind me didn't WORK, did it, you theme-park reject?! You're lucky I don't have my shotgun! I'd take you out AND the wall behind you too! You just wait until I can see again..."
Thump. Thump.
"...What the hell's it doing? Hello?"
If you happen to be in the room he's sought refuge in, you get a front-row seat to this show. For those who find them in the hall, the terrifying bear-thing is... standing against the door, banging its head against it sluggishly.
I swear I randomized this
Really? Wow. XD
"Some kind of weird robot bear came out of nowhere and blinded me with a flash of light. I didn't stick around to see what else it had planned."
Thump. Thump.
"Yeah, we're talking about you, chuckles!" He calls back over his shoulder, thumping a fist against the door. Apparently its motor skills were on par with your average headcrab zombie; they couldn't get through doors either. Finally shaking out the spots on his eyes, he notices Shantae in the corner of the room, shuffling nervously, long hair swaying back and forth.
"...I can go back out there and scrap it, if it's bothering you."
Why was THAT suddenly his number one concern? He isn't sure, but it is. Why shouldn't it be? Look at her.
Just... look at her.
I looked at the die results and just went "...Well."
She took the tip of her ponytail between her fingers, twirling the strands of shimmering purple hair between them. "Guess we're stuck here together, huh? Just us."
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For all your surly, hairy, old-ish guy needs.
He took a deep breath. Steady, now. Steady...
The bowstring made a loud slapping noise, sending the arrow soaring through the air and directly into its mark. Instead of a satisfying, meaty thud and a death-scream from some technicolor forest creature, there was a spark and a sizzle.
Joel walked over and picked up the 'bot.
"Damnit. We can't eat this."
With its last little spark of life, it shot him in the gut with one of its arrows.
"Shit! What the..."
He'd lost track of the date, of course.
Because you want to be crushed on by a Wookiee, maybe?
knew I had to still be on Endor!
Chewbacca started chasing after one of the hairy little bastards, hoping to get it to show him a way back to the Bright Tree Village and maybe his pals, but then he felt a sharp pain in his backside.
There had been another one, coming up from behind. A really junked up looking one! It had sharp looking metal teeth and exposed wiring and... oh. Droids. Of course.
"Grrrrrrr...."
This place, I swear....
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Wave rode her Gear, swerving between bears left and right. She remembered the things Knuckles taught her, and using those tricks she was able to hold her own well enough. At least until a bear popped up under her and knocked her board, sending her flying head over heels right towards Chewie...
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They were badniks.
And you know what you do with badniks?
Ya Smash 'Em!
Any that he found, he was going to bust up somethin' awful. But he could still get sprung by a Scare Bear Stare, or maybe he runs into you while you're under the effect of the same.
Available for crushing or being crushed on.
He actually usually really loved the holiday. He was a person who's life was centered around the love of things anyway - love of family, love of friends, love of food, love of sleep, love of work, love of play. The idea that there was a day just devoted to love had always struck him as wonderful.
.....the only drawback this year? No city nearby to buy cheap chocolates tomorrow. Boooo.
He sat outside, strumming away at his Ukulele, singing various love songs. He had no idea that there were nefarious bear bots about to belly blast him with beams of beating heart love!
Because. I love putting him through the ringer. Available for crushing or crush-ee-ing.
Does he really have to deal with this stuff again this year?
Sodding hell.
This ought to be good
Rosalina had been trying her best to avoid them, but still ended up chased outside by the hedge maze. She had managed to fell two of them, but a third highly mangled bear refused to be felled so quickly. It lunged for her. She raised her wand, and with a quick manipulation of gravity, the bear sailed right over her head and landed...
...right by where Jon slept.
SHOOT THE BEARS
Anyone else who wants to ruin the love is free to join in.]
Vivian! Looking for people to crush on her.
Hello! [ A cute little skip and a dodge of light. ] Hello!
[ With them being something like machines, she assumes the Doctor is the one conducting this parade of bears, so breaking them was not an option.
Either way, Vivian isn't about to get caught in their line of fire. Will someone else? ]
Available for crushing or being crushed on!
HOW HARD WAS IT TO GET JUST ONE PEACEFUL VALENTINES DAY? Now that he had a girlfriend he kinda wanted to do something, you know, special. Not fighting off amorous robot bears that looked like they walked out of a nightmare fever dream.
Crush on or crushing!
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Garrett was surrounded and he was running low on arrows. A particularly nasty looking bear had him cornered and was slowly approaching, and the thief was taking aim with his last fire arrow so he didn't see Rock arrive.
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"I guess I owe you one."
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Available to be crushed on or for crushing on!
This could go so horribly, horribly wrong.
She carelessly ran straight through the barrage of her friend's raging fireballs. What? It was the fastest way from point A to point B!
So very very wrong.
"I don't know what's going on, but it's not safe here!" she insisted.
Re: So very very wrong.
Re: So very very wrong.
Re: So very very wrong.
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