⇨ 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

[hurtcomfort]

Cole...is also not entirely sure where they are. Hmm. Most of his creepy memory powers derive from him being a spirit (which he isn't at the moment) so it's not like he can just telepathically find the answer from people's heads. He looks around for any sort of directory or elevator or any thing that he could use to help answer this question.

The most Cole spots is a sign. Okay, they can work with this.

"By a pool?" Maybe? Perhaps? Look, he's not entirely sure about his answer but there is a sign with a symbol that looks a little bit like a guy jumping off a diving board.

[worldlyafflictions]

"Uuuh, good enough I guess!"

As long as the venue had a door they could at least wait for the Greimen to stampede past before backtracking, if there's no other way to proceed. Shima scooters over to the entryway with the sign hanging over it, gesturing impatiently for Cole to hurry so he could get inside after him and shut the door.

[hurtcomfort]

Cole hurries over as fast as he can, scooting inside the room before Shima closes the door.

And yep, they are definitely by a pool. The smell of chlorine hits their nostrils (more accurately, it hits Shima's nostril, Cole doesn't have a nose at the moment) almost as soon as they enter: there's a large, deep pool with a tall diving board next to it. This is space diving.

It's not slick where they're standing, but the closer they get to the pool, the slicker and wetter the tile becomes. Cole looks around the room, eyestalk whirring all over the place. "I think we're alone."

At least in Cole's mind, Shima, aka the person who can do things like 'open the door' and 'press his ear towards the door' is on door duty.