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yarrharr ([personal profile] yarrharr) wrote in [community profile] recommencelogs2014-10-26 07:07 pm

Spooktacular Extravaganza: When Chipmunks Attack!

As the party carries on, the storm outside has worked into a frenzy. The wind howls and bellows and the water at lasts breaches the top deck. Beneath the waves, the shadows move, converging upon one single point and suddenly...

BAM!

The Black Tide shudders at the impact, water spilling through the cracks made in its hull. A leathery appendage pushes against the damage, seeking entry before it is finally swatted away in favor of something a little more dramatic.

Another BOOM rocks the boat and finally its hull is breached. The tentacle slithers in and begins to crush whatever it can wrap itself around.

As passengers right themselves, and food is quickly cleaned from the floor and walls, Rowe turns to Iseul and Mica, her face red and eyes wild, pointing sharply at the door. "Well? What are you waiting for, you bastards? FIX THIS!"

When they are gone, Rowe snatches up her goblet and drains it dry until the very last drop. When she sets it down, the chipmunks attack.

((The chipmunks are enormous! As they swarm into the Pourhouse, passengers will be scooped up and packed into their cheeks or stuffed into their fannypacks! Have fun with that. IMPORTANT MOD EDIT!!! We totally forgot to mention that any passenger successfully nabbed and taken away by a chipmunk will be automatically dropped. Where are they going? Nobody knows! If you would like to drop your character, here's your chance!))
dogfighting: (what that)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Last year, it was cardinals. This year, it's... giant rodents. It's like Lily said to Bennett: same shit, different day. Still, she's no less surprised when a seemingly peaceful party is interrupted by a myriad of chipmunks. The party dissolves into chaos--some people are screaming, some people are fighting back.

She turns around, and a chipmunk looms over her. These things are truly gargantuan. Lily could easily get stuffed into that little fannypack. The chipmunk leans down, reaching out to grab Lily with its tiny arms.

There's only one thing she can do. She has to emulate Rude.

Lily strengthens her stance.

Reels back.

And throws a punch to the side of the chipmunk's face.
nonhuman: (catch your breath boy)

[personal profile] nonhuman 2014-10-27 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
All right. Bennett Marrow knew, for a fact, that he had not had THAT MUCH to drink. He knew that the alcohol had affected him much more than usual, but it became abundantly clear that this was not some trick of the booze, or the light, or the bizarre dripping blood.

The tentacle? That was almost expected. Ben's most effective line of action was to strip off his damn costume once and for all, throw it at the tentacle, and sprint in the opposite fucking direction.

Of course, the opposite direction contained chipmunks, and that was really the honest-to-God plot twist of the evening.

A chipmunk grabs the werewolf by the ankle and hoists him into the air, and starts to shovel him feet-first into its cheeks. Flailing and shouting the whole time, Ben kicks his legs apart to get some leverage between the giant rodent's jaws, hangs backwards out of its mouth to grab a barstool and unceremoniously bash the bastard over the head with it. The professor lands on the floor in a drool-y, sweaty heap, only managing to escape another lunge from the creature by inches. He scuttles away, slipping and sliding in the spit now soaking his shoes, grabs another chair and starts swinging it at anything mildly rodent-ish that he sees.
dogfighting: (OHHH FUCK)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh fuck.

She just punched an innocent animal.

Lily is taken aback for a few seconds, not sure what to do. What if it's a trick? It has to be a trick. It's just waiting for her to let her guard down so it can eat her. ... But if that slack jaw is any indication, there's no way this chipmunk can eat her. Not now.

Lily has a soft spot for animals. And she just Rude-punched one.

"Hey..." she says softly. The chipmunk cowers when she steps forward. Fuck! "I'm so sorry, you scared me!"
butcherofblaviken: (bloody roar)

[personal profile] butcherofblaviken 2014-10-27 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Geralt is having a fine conversation and he's more than a little drunk when a hole appears in the side of the ship--complete with storm and weather. That's anxiety-provoking enough, but now Geralt has to deal with a giant tentacle, too. It slithers inside and crushes a table of sweets into kindling.

Geralt's hand reflexively reaches for his sword and it's not there.

"Shit," Geralt curses and he starts grabbing whatever steak knives he can get his hands on. The party has a buffet and there's a butcher's knife there. He grabs that out of the roast and, in his drunken state, decides that he really should go after the tentacle. Of course, that's when the giant rodents attack and start stuffing passengers in their mouths. Geralt is appalled. This is exactly what creatures like him were created to prevent and he doesn't even have his sword. Shit.

Geralt immediately goes to help whoever looks like they're having trouble with a chipmunk, determined to save whoever he can from being kidnapped.
dogfighting: (i will slap your shit)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"HEY--"

Lily kicks her feet, but it's futile. This is completely unreasonable! She can't get shoved in a fannypack! Any sympathy she had for this big fucking vermin is gone. She pries open the chipmunk's little (in proportion!) fingers, uncaring if she breaks them in the process, and drops back to the ground.

Now what? Should she punch it again? Where the hell are the kill spots on a rodent? She watches the chipmunk warily, weighing her options. Last time she fought a giant animal like this, she gouged its eyes out. Is that a good idea?

... She doesn't think she could bring herself to rip out a chipmunk's eyes.
butcherofblaviken: (bloody roar)

[personal profile] butcherofblaviken 2014-10-27 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
The Witcher flips the knife around in his fist. He can see the living passenger within. He's getting them out, chipmunk, even if he has to cut your cheek open.

Geralt springs at the chipmunk, death in his eyes. He can see his reflection in those big watery eyes, and he's clearly the monster in this fight. He brings the butcher knife around to stab it in the chipmunk's ear.
dogfighting: this is stupid (that's stupid)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oh Zeshat fucking damn it. She feels terrible. This thing is just too cute. If it weren't trying to zip her up in a fannypack, Lily might try to adopt it or something. She keeps her distance and points at the chipmunk accusatively.

"Stop doing that!"
dogfighting: (idk omg)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
She can't do it. She can't slaughter this chipmunk. Her sympathy is back. Killing zombie bears that are sometimes on fire is one thing--killing a cute woodland creature is another thing entirely. Lily doesn't relax, but she's not entirely on the offensive.

"Sorry about your jaw."

The sushi bears knew English. Clearly the chipmunk will also know English, too.
nonhuman: (and these cracking bones make noise)

[personal profile] nonhuman 2014-10-27 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"J-JESUS FUCK GET AWAY FROM ME!" Huh. Interesting to know that his voice could reach a pitch that may or may not shatter glass. Bennett shakes the chair violently at the beast and squawks in something that is probably half terror, half indignation when it pursues anyway.

Something snaps in the back of his head, a little like a guitar string breaking mid-song. Flight instinct lurches violently into the instinct to fight back, and Bennett SLAMS the chair into the side of the chipmunk's head, cracking its wooden legs in the process.

Oh, jesus, he's normally much more compassionate about anything nonhuman, and here he is screaming pitchy, bloody murder while wailing on one. Then again, after the original werewolf mauling and the bullshit he went through back home a month ago? He is absolutely terrified of getting eaten.

Or the chance of getting eaten.

Or even being in something else's mouth.

He smacks the chipmunk again for good measure.
heybub: (pic#6627151)

[personal profile] heybub 2014-10-27 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
When the chipmunk falls, three blades protrude from its cheek. It slices through the flesh and spreads it wide.

Logan climbs out, claws still out, covered in chipmunk spit and gore.

"I fuckin' hate Halloween."
butcherofblaviken: (Default)

[personal profile] butcherofblaviken 2014-10-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Now this guy? A man's man. Geralt can see that Logan is clearly made for battle and he has some strange mutations on his arms: claws. Is everyone on the boat a damn experiment subject? Geralt has no time to ponder this as he goes to help Logan stand.

"You okay? I'm Geralt."
dogfighting: (i c u)

[personal profile] dogfighting 2014-10-27 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
This is fucking preposterous.

Lily yelps, grabbing for the chipmunk's paw and ripping it away from her face. Cute or not, this is getting annoying, and she's sick of it--so the next thing she does is grab the chipmunk by the elbow and pull.
heybub: (pic#6627146)

[personal profile] heybub 2014-10-27 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Snikt! And just like that the claws are gone. He takes Geralt's offered hand and hauls himself up. Man, he's gonna have to take like 8 showers to wash all this shit off.

"Yeah. Who the hell uses chipmunks?" Logan growls and wipes the gore off his face and onto his jeans. Oh right! He has to tell Geralt his name. "It's Logan."
dominateartimus: (Murderous intentions)

[personal profile] dominateartimus 2014-10-27 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
When the group of enormous chipmunks swarm the room, San can't help but laugh at the sight of them. This had to be some sort of joke, right? But his laughter dwindles off when sees people being grabbed and gobbled up or stuffed in to fanny packs. Well then, this changes the situation drastically.

The fallen arch-angel slips off his jacket and tosses it on to a chair. It made combat a lot more easier with a lack of layers. He was never a fan of them in the first place. With that taken care of, he summons a glove with long sword-like nails and moves to attack the first chipmunk he sees.

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