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dizzy_land2008-09-26 03:19 pm
caycep) wrote in dizzy_land2008-09-26 03:19 pm
Down in space it's always 1982
((The return of Cayce and Quixote! Wide open RP. If you haven't already, catch up with the adventures of Quixote, Setsuna, Cayce, and Adam here.))
At some point after Pirate Day, an announcement came on over the park PA system.
"Hi everyone. This is Cayce Pollard. I'd like everyone to come to a meeting tonight to discuss a new discovery that's been made about the park. The meeting's in the Honey I Shrunk the Audience auditorium, at sundown. This is pretty important, so please be there if you can."
That evening ...
When Cayce felt a critical mass of audience had been achieved, she stood up, cleared her throat, and began.
"Hi everyone, and thanks for coming. For those of you who don't know him, this is Don Quixote de la Mancha, a ... a true knight and the person we have to thank for this latest discovery. In a moment, I'll let the Don tell his tale in his own words if he wishes, but for now I'll get straight to the point, since I'm sure that's what you're all dying to hear.
"Point is this: Don Quixote and Setsuna Mudou have discovered a complex of passages beneath the park, leading to a door. The door's heavily barred and all our attempts to open it—including asking politely—have met with absolutely no success whatsoever. Any contact with the door—knocking, hitting it, trying to pry off a bar, leaning on it—gets met with the 'please keep your arms and hands inside the ride' announcement that some of you may be familiar with from when people try to walk out the gates, or when ... things happen."
Cayce waited for the reactions to settle down a bit before continuing. "I've called everyone here first to tell about the discovery, and second to find volunteers to look at the door. We really need scientists and magicians." Yep, it still felt weird, saying that. "Whatever's got that door barred probably won't open to anything but sufficiently advanced science. Or magic. Insofar as there's a difference, anyway." Anyone get the Clarke's Law reference?
"So, um, there you have it. Floor's open for questions or discussion. Oh! Before that—Don Quixote, is there anything else that you would like to add?"
***
After the various discussions had settled out somewhat, Cayce finally cleared her throat.
"Okay, so here's the plan. Tomorrow at midday, anyone who wants to join the underground expedition should meet at the statue. It sounds like the time dilation or whatever it is makes time pass more slowly belowground than up here, so I think Adam and Setsuna will be fine. We should take the time to get ready with whatever we'll need to bring with us." Plus, of course, it was Adam. Of course they'd be fine. "Then, once we're at the door and ready to proceed, the—the Master will send a signal to the Doctor, who'll lead the distruption. Anyone has any other questions, find me. Thanks, everybody."
((And there will be a fresh post for the expedition when my life is a little more normal.))
At some point after Pirate Day, an announcement came on over the park PA system.
"Hi everyone. This is Cayce Pollard. I'd like everyone to come to a meeting tonight to discuss a new discovery that's been made about the park. The meeting's in the Honey I Shrunk the Audience auditorium, at sundown. This is pretty important, so please be there if you can."
That evening ...
When Cayce felt a critical mass of audience had been achieved, she stood up, cleared her throat, and began.
"Hi everyone, and thanks for coming. For those of you who don't know him, this is Don Quixote de la Mancha, a ... a true knight and the person we have to thank for this latest discovery. In a moment, I'll let the Don tell his tale in his own words if he wishes, but for now I'll get straight to the point, since I'm sure that's what you're all dying to hear.
"Point is this: Don Quixote and Setsuna Mudou have discovered a complex of passages beneath the park, leading to a door. The door's heavily barred and all our attempts to open it—including asking politely—have met with absolutely no success whatsoever. Any contact with the door—knocking, hitting it, trying to pry off a bar, leaning on it—gets met with the 'please keep your arms and hands inside the ride' announcement that some of you may be familiar with from when people try to walk out the gates, or when ... things happen."
Cayce waited for the reactions to settle down a bit before continuing. "I've called everyone here first to tell about the discovery, and second to find volunteers to look at the door. We really need scientists and magicians." Yep, it still felt weird, saying that. "Whatever's got that door barred probably won't open to anything but sufficiently advanced science. Or magic. Insofar as there's a difference, anyway." Anyone get the Clarke's Law reference?
"So, um, there you have it. Floor's open for questions or discussion. Oh! Before that—Don Quixote, is there anything else that you would like to add?"
***
After the various discussions had settled out somewhat, Cayce finally cleared her throat.
"Okay, so here's the plan. Tomorrow at midday, anyone who wants to join the underground expedition should meet at the statue. It sounds like the time dilation or whatever it is makes time pass more slowly belowground than up here, so I think Adam and Setsuna will be fine. We should take the time to get ready with whatever we'll need to bring with us." Plus, of course, it was Adam. Of course they'd be fine. "Then, once we're at the door and ready to proceed, the—the Master will send a signal to the Doctor, who'll lead the distruption. Anyone has any other questions, find me. Thanks, everybody."
((And there will be a fresh post for the expedition when my life is a little more normal.))
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"I'm going to ignore the defensive, antagonized posture," as if he cared whether or not Cayce Pollard was afraid of him when they were discussing possible ways out of the this hellhole, "for now and point out that leaving them down there in no way guarantees that you're going to be able to get back to them. For all you know, the marked areas could get turned around on you."
He turned on Ponder. "If you actually think we could damage something that is capable of regenerating every essential in this place without fail, using only a minor explosive, I think you should go back and polish your wand some more." He paused. "Oh, you would rather we performed some sort of high-tech scan to maybe find out how the locks are constructed?" He smacked a palm against his forehead in exaggerated understanding. "Why didn't you say so?"
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"Look, maybe what we need to do is get the scientists and the magicians to do some sort of initial scan. Learn what we can to the best of our ability. Then, when we're ready to try and break in, we ..." Oh, this was going to be fun. "We'll probably need a volunteer to do something to distract the security while we try to break through the door."
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He glanced at Ponder, then at Cayce. "Regardless of whether or not a spell or whatever worked, it seems to be as though, as long as there is a simple physical way to destroy the door, magic would be better applied to creating a disturbance at the same time. If we're going to create distraction for the powers in charge, it needs to be as big and complicated as possible. Explosions, people walking out, vandalism, everything. All at the same time. What we need to do is figure out the most efficient way of applying everyone's... expertise. One person creating a disturbance isn't enough."
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"Let's get a team of knowledgeable people down there to look at the thing. We'll check the door out and learn what we can. Then once we have a better idea of what we're dealing with, we can organize the ... the insurrection. And then once we're ready with that ..." She held out both hands, palms up, in a well, I guess we'll see what happens gesture.
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"I offer to rain down hell once you're ready," he said. "Walking out, or blowing something up, or just straight-up vandalism. Whatever's needed."
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Ponder breathed in indignantly, but decided he wasn't really finished, either, "And for your information, sorry, I missed your name, but the man who made some innuendo about wand polishing, I am perfectly capable of judging what magic might be a applicable and how to apply it. I am a qualified wizard of the Unseen University, who specialises in the fabric of universes, so if you want me to go and 'polish my wand'" which, by the way, was a staff, and definately did not have a knob on the end, "I suggest you learn a little about magic before debunking it. I do not pour scorn upon your scientific methods, even if they may include explosions."
It was mainly in answer to The Master, and Ponder didn't often get angry, but if he sensed magic being insulted by anyone who wasn't a wizard, it annoyed him a little, especially if it involved people thinking they were better than him.
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Please to not be getting in a fight, guys, please...
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The fact that this was not the time to be getting into this sort of pissing contest had apparently not occurred to the Master at all. He was at least sure that the Rani would side with him if things got ugly.
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