⇨ 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

[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.

[textsfromhotland]

The corndog is as big as she is currently. It seems Alphys did not think this clever plan through.

...She's gonna munch on it anyway.

"H-how much longer until we get back?" She asks in between bites. "I mean, n-no rush, but- OH GOD LOOK OUT!"

As if on cue, a Greiman with an armful of free swag comes running directly at them.

[fortuneglass]

It's fine. She can do it. She can conquer this entire corn-dog.

Carly is doing a remarkable job of keeping Alpyhs' bag balanced all things considered-she ducks, and rather skillfully snatches that greiman's stuff with one of her free arms as she continues running. "I don't know-I'm not stopping though, don't worry~

"We're more...Dashing-and-grabbing!~" Carly that's Illegal.