ENDGAME GROUP 1: The Other Box (Log 2)

[yourghosthost]

[Off-screen, the groups manage to reunite themselves once more. More notable than anything else is the little black floating box, though if any of you have any information you wish to exchange, now would be an excellent time to do so.]

I know this isn’t exactly on the docket, but I intend on heading in there. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 1 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

Comments

[roundzero]

We were paid handsomely to ensure that nobody would touch the symbol.

[toogoodforhim]

Of course you were.

By the way, if you're going to use dye to cover how old you are, I'd use it on your whole head next time.

[roundzero]

...Take care of this one first, would you, Syndrome?

[toogoodforhim]

It's not my fault you look like a Madame. Makes me want to put the "ill" in "ill-repute."

[He just calls it like he sees it.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Lefou—!

[is she delighted or dismayed]

[toogoodforhim]

[Meep.]

I'm just a little tired of all this?

[greatwidesomewhere]

I can hardly blame you.

[maybe let's not anger the people that have us frozen in midair though???]

[toogoodforhim]

[It's fine, he's just bringing it on himself.]

It's not even creative at this point, we were frozen in place in the end of our ritual, too.

[greatwidesomewhere]

You were—?

[cool then you know how to fix it right]

[toogoodforhim]

[well he knows what happened then but he ain't saying it out loud.]

At least last time there was a pretense of panache to it.

1/2

[roundzero]

ENOUGH TALKING!

[Cruella is rapidly trying to put out her coat at this point, and she's aware enough to notice what's happening around her. Her eyes briefly narrow at Elsa, but they quickly dart to Lefou.]

SYNDROME, BLAST HIM! NOW!

[Syndrome presses another button on his wrist, dropping them to the ground. After a second or so, inadvertently giving them time to reorient themselves, Syndrome charges up a projectile from his gauntlet.

He blasts a large ball of energy at Lefou...]

Hey mods

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Hey wait, LeFou's right. They were totally frozen, but that couldn't stop her from using her magic to help them escape. So this time should be no different, right?

Okay, just gotta focus... that weird beam freezing all of them is coming from... his hands? His gauntlets??? Either way, easy target. Elsa will try to call forth as much of her magic as she can, trying to encase everything up to Syndrome's elbows in solid ice. ]

[roundzero]

[Cruella kind of...anticipates this, taking a quick glance over at Syndrome, kind of trying to knock his hands out of position.]

Do you think I hadn't heard what happened to Slim?

[amadeusrockette]

Should I start yelling again, in that case?

[If we're just doing this all over again.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa doesn't say anything; she's not good at sarcastic, witty oneliners like the rest of her friends, so she'll just let her actions do the talking.

Said actions being continuing to focus on freezing whatever-it-is keeping them still. She doesn't need to aim her magic after all; she just needs to concentrate on what she wants to affect.]

[whistlenotchirp]

Good lord- are you seriously telling me you'd side with a bunch of stupid wads of jerks, possibly sacrificing a chance of an escape, for some dough.

[roundzero]

We get the dough, then we escape.

[folkscallmewander]

Who're you gettin' it from?

[roundzero]

That weird guy - you know, the one with the shades and the hat. With the rubber face.

[folkscallmewander]

Mmmmnope! Never heard of him!

[Best bet is to play dumb]

pinging mods?

[not_over_yet]

[ "--to ensure nobody touches that symbol"? ...Did they simply paint over the real one?

Hm.

That incantation doesn't technically need to be sung... so Basil's gonna give reciting it a try. In the most bored, disinterested tone he can, hopefully sounding more deranged than actually-doing-anything.

Though her words are simple and few.
Listen, listen, she's calling to you.
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.”

...How far does he get? ]

[roundzero]

[...you can hear something from behind the locked door.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[This sucks. Mostly because he just wants to leave this depression hole.]

Of course you were...

What if I said I could double whatever you were offered?

[roundzero]

You're a rat. You don't have money.

[stenchus_rodentus]

That's clearly not your natural hair color or eyebrows but you don't see me doubting you're a human.