lostcarnival | ⇨ SPACE FIGHT

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!

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"And maybe even cool them off!" Assuming the pools aren't heated.

He rubs a tendril on his face in an absent-minded attempt to scratch his chin, and swivels around to check which room they've gotten to.

"I think it was... over to the right, down that hall. I'll lead the way!"

"Jeez, yeah, they could use it." Feisty little assholes.

"Got it!" She takes off after him, holding her armload of struggling Greimen securely to her chest. Briefly, she wonders if this might be more convenient if she could actually transform like a real Cybertronian, but... maybe not, since getting ahead of Papyrus wouldn't do her any good, anyway.

If she could transform into something with a plow, it might be more convenient. There's no shortage of other Greimen around, harassing and being fended off by people through the station. Shoving them all at once would dump a lot more people than the space invaders into the pool... But maybe everyone could use it.

The pool room, it turns out, is already a little in use. Somebody's hooked up some kind of hose, and is blasting it out another entrance to keep Greimen from getting in.

"Hey, don't use all that water! We need that!" Papyrus exclaims, floating into the room a little faster.

That'd be one way of handling it, for sure. Just... mandatory pool party for the whole station. Hopefully nobody would end up electrocuted or anything.

"It's fine, there's probably plenty of water!" And if there isn't she can just step on the hose or something. In the meantime, though, she prioritizes what they first came here for... which is to say, dropping her struggling armload of aliens into the pool.

Unsurprisingly, they don't seem too happy about that, either.

In hindsight, maybe not pool party for everyone. There probably are at least a couple who are electrical, or allergic to water, or something. At least the Greimen just seem annoyed by the swim.

"Please relax in the water's soothing embrace!" Papyrus calls into the pool. "Consider it a hug from the universe. Surrounding! Supporting! Very slightly scolding."

Yeah, they're not... They're not going for it. They're going right for that ladder over there.

Oh, whoops, that didn't last long. Miko steps over to the ladder (not far, given her size) and starts kind of just... nudging them back in with one foot if they get too high up.

"Yeah, not sure this is gonna work long-term. Any other ideas?"

"Long-term, the simplest solution to conflict, is for everyone to want to stop fighting," Papyrus says, full of wisdom and certainty. "I just need to touch their hearts! And minds! With words of friendship and peace."

At least one of them tries grabbing onto her foot for a ride out, and a couple others are treading water towards the staircase on the far side. Water resistance is slowing them down, at least.

"Uh... sorry to rain on your parade, dude, but I dunno if they want to listen-- ah, scrap!"

She kicks her foot a couple times to dislodge that one - then slips and ends up landing on her butt next to the pool.

"--Oof. Maybe worth a try, though."

⇨ SPACE FIGHT

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how far into the half hour do you figure this is?

let's say pretty early i think?

sounds good o7

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