⇨ SPACE FIGHT

[ringleaders]

Who: Carnival members, athletes, and aliens.
When: Forward-dated to Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship.
What: Whoops, it's an alien invasion.
Warnings: Cartoon violence, and an overabundance of Yakety Sax style shenanigans

THE ALIEN HORDES↴ On the morning of Day 44, things go a bit differently. The carnival opens it's doors and for an hour, things are going just fine...until the aliens attack, that is. ► ALIEN INVASION: The carnival, the athlete's village, and Olympic Spaceship will find themselves overrun by aliens: specifically, a race called the Greimen. The name's accurate: they look like stereotypical grey aliens, only 2-4 feet tall. They're invading the spaceship and the planet, trying to take control of Zargon and Olympic Spaceship for themselves. The main strength these aliens have is their numbers: there's literally thousands of them. Unfortunately for the aliens, they don't have many other strengths. They're easily punchable, kickable, ray guns permanently set to stun, and other amusing space weapons designed to minorly inconvenience people. ► FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT: The fighting lasts for a good half-hour or so before the Ringmaster decides no, this is dumb. Characters who aren't at the carnival will feel a compulsion to return to the carnival. Once everyone's there, the Ringmaster will magically eject the remaining aliens from carnival grounds and yank the carnival away from the Olympics themselves. ► OOC GUIDELINES: Despite the fact that this is a fight log, the carnage shouldn't be too excessive! No horribly mutilating the aliens, y'all. The aliens are only mildly better equipped than the Space Olympics themselves, so everything will be a bit comedic and light-hearted. Characters can get hurt, but the wounds should tend more towards 'amusing injuries' than 'someone losing a leg'. As the log's forward-dated, feel free to keep doing all your fun space olympics nonsense in the other logs!

Comments

LET HER HAVE HER SPACE JUNK | OTA

[insidescoop]

"Hooohh..!! Stop that-!" Carly, while finished with just about everything she could ever want from This Place, isn't quite done with things when the Greimen invasion starts-at least, not if the many bags looped on two of four of her alien arms are any indicator. It was time to hit the souvenir racks for all the free loot, and Carly was never one to miss out on THAT.

Unfortunately, her legs are being heckled by...Things. "Hey! Get off, Come on-!" Things that are starting to stack themselves, so Carly quickly gets her bow out to start flicking purple flames at them. "I said go away! Wait your t-"

Before she can finish that statement, it becomes abundantly clear that no one is waiting their turn for anything. An errantly fired laser shot strikes the sales-alien beside her, and with a dizzied groan, they fall face first into a pile of Johan plushies. "HAHHH!?"

As she's nearly bowled over by the oncoming waves, she switches tactics. "You..!! I said KNOCK IT OFF-!"

A wave of violet blasts outward-and for the greimen caught inside? They definitely keel over and start snoring. The woman has about ten seconds to catch her breath and shake her head...before stiffening as the sound of footsteps meets the air again. "S...Seriously..!?"

More.

Greimen. "Th-That's it..!!" she huffs, hurriedly stuffing what more she can into her bags and moving to run. "I'm out of here..! This place can't keep itself together any longer..!"

She might have a hard time acting on those words, however-actually, with all the greimen jostling things around, she might just about fall into Everyone Else-

"Hih-! Sorry-!"

[textsfromhotland]

"H-hey! Lemme outta here!" A muffled voice yelps from inside Carly's sack as it twitches. It seems she picked up more than just souvenirs.

[fortuneglass]

"EHE!?" Uh oh. Struggling to keep her balance, Carly hurriedly and awkwardly manages to open up the Twitching Bag.

And-

"EH!?! Who's in there?!" WHAT, WHAT-

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE-

[textsfromhotland]

And out pops a Porg. Definitely not Johan the Athletic Porg, though. This one's yellow and is wearing glasses.

"O-oh jeez, I couldn't b-breathe!"

[fortuneglass]

OH

OH N O- "H-HEHH!?" It takes a moment, but she...Thinks? She recognizes this voice? "Y- Alphys..!? ...You're Alphys, aren't you!? WHY ARE YOU LABORATORY COMPETITION JOHAN!?"

[textsfromhotland]

Oh god why is everyone yelling. "I don't know? I just turned into this and I'm really small and easy to step on and it sucks!"

[insidescoop]

"S-Seriously..!?" There is...a pause as she steadies herself. "Haaaauuuu, I guess if the mascot is a 'porg', then 'porg' counts as something that could compete..." Carly laments.

"Seriously though, that's so inconvenient..! What even made you come back here, if it's been that way the whole time for you..!?"

[textsfromhotland]

"I've been here the whole time!" Alphys laments. "I've tried to go back, really I have, but do you have any idea how long it takes to get anywhere when you're this size? And people keep mistaking me for the mascot so they keep picking me up and taking me places and I can't do anything about it because these wings are tiny and useless!!"

She's had a very rough time of it.

[fortuneglass]

"Hauuuuwwww....that really does sound terrible..." She can't really empathize with the situation, but she'll sympathize at least. Actually, on that note then... "...Well, I'm heading back now...."

...

"...I could...keep carrying you there?"

[textsfromhotland]

"Please." Alphys lets out the most pitiful whine, and coupled with her current form's huge sad eyes, you'd have to be a complete monster to leave her behind.

[fortuneglass]

Oh. Those eyes....those huge and sad eyes, pleading for her and reaching right into her soul-!!

Carly barely keeps from crying. "Oh-!! ....Of course!! You can count on me!" she shouts, half cradling the bag in her arms to keep Alphys from falling out. "LET'S GO-!!"

[textsfromhotland]

Once she's tucked in safely, Alphys feels a whole lot better about this situation, and lets out a mighty, uh... roar. "Okay!!"

[insidescoop]

That was a Powerful, Strong Roar-

But anyway, here's a powerful strong run, as Carly starts barreling through the greimen sea as best she can, awkwardly leaping all the while.

"Okay! HERE WE GO!! And let me know if you spy good souvenirs!!"

[textsfromhotland]

Alphys ducks down a little bit to avoid being bounced right out of Carly's grip. "D-do we really have time to buy souvenirs?"

[fortuneglass]

"No one cares about buying them anymore!! All of this is free, we can't not take advantage..!!"

[textsfromhotland]

Oh. "We're stealing them. Gotcha."

Alphys isn't much for petty thievery, but she can't exactly protest much when she's currently four inches tall. "C-can you grab me a corndog while you're at it?"

[fortuneglass]

"To be fair," she insists, careful to shove things in around the Porg rather than on, "They were already giving things awa- Oh~"

And speaking of, there's an abandoned food cart.

"Corndog! ...I think?" Not really any time to check completely, so...oh well.

[textsfromhotland]

Can a porg's mouth water? "Ohhh, I haven't been able to eat anything because none of the food vendors could hear me. It smells so good."

[insidescoop]

"Well, here you go..! And once we're back you'll be able to get to the cookhouse fine~" So hopefully, that really Is a corndog.

Otherwise, uh.

That'll suck.

[crimsonfallenangel]

This was not how Anghel had thought he'd meet Lavi Fortuna again.

"Do not think of it," he replies as he picks himself up off the ground. He's been having a hard time preventing people from bumping into him due to his lack of height.

[insidescoop]

It is certainly not how Carly expected to meet the bird either-assuming he even got to be a bird in this alien place. Who knows how that all appears anyway, but for now, Carly's head is Clear. "Hehh-! Oh, how are you not just being carried off in this...!" Carly notes, eyes wide. "Do you think they got in through the holes in the ship? There's just so many..."

[crimsonfallenangel]

"I shall not allow the Creatures of the Starry Skies to bring me away from my duties here. But this trial cannot be overcome alone. Will you guide my weary soul?" Anghel's been keeping himself alert to prevent being carried away in the chaos. He's not sure how long he can keep it up and wants to use Carly as a human shield. "If it is your wish, I shall accompany you to discover the path the Creatures have traversed to be here now."

[fortuneglass]

"Creatures of..." ...OH the aliens- "Hehhhh, there's definitely lots of those..." But Carly can hardly resist helping someone who's deserving of it, and given that the alien setting is giving her a temporary set of extra arms, why not?

She beams. "...Of course..~! ...I could carry you if you wanted, actually..." If he needs a lift?

[crimsonfallenangel]

Anghel shakes his head vigorously. He's self-conscious about his size and being carried will not help with that. "Remaining under the protection of your shield shall be enough."

[fortuneglass]

Welp, if he says so. "Ah! Okay...I'll do my best, but even though I'm tall, I'm not really..."

She waves a hand (or two), grimacing. "...Shieldy."