crux_fleet | Doom 3 Event: Part 2 Log

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Doom 3 Event: Part 2 Log

Who: Everyone!
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.

To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.

Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.

[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]

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He almost wishes he could see this dancing they, well, she, were talking about, but that would involve actually showing curiosity and, yeah, we can't have that.

Until. "NO! Wait. Hey! Since you're here and all." He's the worst at wheedling. That doesn't even come close, does it. "Besides, its' no fraggin' time for music and dancing and scrap like you're doing."

Well, Deadlock probably will see it in just a moment, because really how could she deprive him of such a glorious sight?

She turns to look shocked that he's heard her--excellent proof that Flashpoint shouldn't quit her day job and go into acting--and then shrugs at his wheedling. "Oh, well I suppose it would be cruel to leave you here to harass the demons forever." Mostly for the demons. "And it absolutely is the time for music and dancing. Because that is exactly the thing that will allow me to get you out of here."

Out comes that combat utility knife that is more utility and less knife, along with a slender pick-like tool. Her face disappears from the cell door window but then there's a jangle in the lock. This is so old school though it hurts, she'd be much faster if it were an electronic lock. Flashpoint looks over her shoulder to make sure Chirpy is still keeping the guards entertained since this might take a few tries.

Her acting made it obvious she was not serious. He smiled; their antics vaguely reminded him of a certain couple he knew back home.

When Flashpoint looked over, the group was still dancing as lewdly as ever. One of them bumped its rotting rump into Francœur. He tried to ignore it, looking helplessly at Flashpoint. The faster she got that door open the better; he wanted to be far away from these demons as soon as possible.

Yup, this sure was Hell, if Hell was one of those situations where no choices were good ones and they were all terrible. Option one: stay here locked in a stupid cell. Option two: get rescued by Flashpoint and...whoever it is out there. And why did that music humming stuff sound familiar?

"You know," He's just going to share his good mood through the door, hope you're not easily distracted, Flashpoint, "just like a slaggin' Autobot to hire some backup singers when they go into combat." Fraggin' weirdo. He bets she's wearing something sparkly, too.

Confident that Francœur can buy her the time she needs--or close enough--she gets back to work on the lock, grumbling as she goes. The grumbling intensifies as Deadlock adds his commentary.

"Chirpy over there is the reason I'm not starting this fight without you yet, so quit yer gear grinding." The last syllable comes out with an even louder grumble and a hard grunt, Flashpoint giving up on finesse and breaking the lock with a combination of leverage, her bad attitude and the Knife That Wouldn't Die.

She steps back and flings the door open, arm swung wide. "Feel free to join the other dancers if you like."

He listened and watched, only showing mild curiosity over their bickering. The two knew each other, that much was obvious, but despite their arguing there must be something more between them.

The door was open and Francœur could now see who was on the other side. Oh, he knew this robot. Suddenly, the group around him collectively looked at Deadlock at the same time. Francœur could not control them beyond making them dance, so he could do nothing to stop them when they swarmed around Deadlock and began a raunchy dance directed at him. He did not know what made them want to do that, perhaps it was something Flashpoint said that gave them the idea. Unfortunately, he could not make them go somewhere else.

His eyes were wide with shock, but he still played; he could not stop or they would all start fighting.

"What, does the music make you feel all soft and squooshy?" Insert obligatory snort at Autobot weakness.

Because 'Chirpy's right. There's definitely something between them, called a door and a bad attitude. Only one of which Flashpoint can pry open.

And once he steps out, trying--no seriously he tried--to scrape up some kind of 'thank you', suddenly there's a chorus of gross pig looking things doing coordinated pelvic thrusts in a circle around him. Can he go back into the cell?

"THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Because this has to be her fault. Or--"YOU!" Oh, he remembers you, little bug guy.

"No, that would be tentacle party-crashers outside your quarters." On the list of her top ten nastiest organic goop moments that one ranks NUMBER ONE. Thank you Deadlock, your friendship is such a gift. ~~She wouldn't endure that for just anyone~~.

Well there's no more door now, just two bad attitudes, one maybe worse than the other.

Especailly since the other one seems to be improving. Because that really is a snorting giggle coming out out of Flashpoint's face as the demons descend upon Deadlock. "Looks like they're happy to see you." She looks at Francœur then, wondering is she has him to thank for this spectacle. A replay of this might just show up on the network someone time soon. This is true quality entertainment!

He probably deserved the yelling, but his claws kept plucking the strings regardless. He shook his head quickly; he had nothing to do with this! Well, he had something to do with their dancing, but he could not control with whom they danced. He tried to get the group away from Deadlock, but strangely, those monsters were determined to gyrate around him. Perhaps, if he changed the tune, that would get them to stop dancing so rudely at the very least. He changed the tune to something slower and calm.

No, no this was worse. Now the monsters wanted to slow dance with Deadlock.

"Too much information," Deadlock snaps, because yeah, the idea of her getting all schmoopy about rainbow tentacles...kills a number of fantasies for him. Most of which involved her, him, and 100% fewer tentacles.

And suddenly, the chorus line of gyrating demons was suddenly looking a lot more preferable to this--as one of them swung Deadlock around, moving him into a smooth dip.

He struggles, but there's another waiting to try a little tango action. "If you even THINK about laughing..." Because yes, that's absolutely Deadlock's priority upon being rescued: how cool he looks.

"Hey, it started in your berth. How do you think I feel about getting sloppy seconds?" VERY sloppy. Incredibly sloppy. Almost too sloppy to make into a terrible joke. Almost.

And... Oh. Frag. She is so not laughing. Not yet. Her optics are too huge to leave space to open her mouth--which is sayin' a lot mind you--while she watches Deadlock get passed around the trope of dancing demons.

"Wow, now I'm kinda jealous..." she says under her breath. Uh. Not because he's dancing with someone else. Because those demons are way better dancers than she is. Maybe she could pick up a few new moves...?

What are they talking about? Surely, he had no idea. He looked at Flashpoint, as if he heard her comment about being jealous. They were quite stunning dancers. If only they were not so vicious, and forward, he would have loved to dance with them on any other occasion.

However, Deadlock probably did not share the same sentiment. Francœur tried again, changing the song into something relaxing. The demons stopped passing Deadlock around and instead they gathered around him and they swayed like leaves caught in a gentle breeze.

That was probably as best as it would get. He looked at Flashpoint. Could they still escape like this?

There are only a finite number of pirouettes a mechly mech like Deadlock can take, and in his case, he's already reaching the upper limit. "You could fraggin' tag in!"

Surprise, Flashpoint, Deadlock is now all about sharing. You're welcome to this. Just jump riiiiight on in. He won't mind.

And the music might be relaxing but guess what? Deadlock hates relaxing. And what the frag is this kumbayah circle of demons doing that around him. "Makin' me fraggin' dizzy." So when he grabs Flashpoint's hand because it is officially time to get the hell OUT of here, he may lean on it a bit, because all that spinning and now the swaying is making everything all woozily.

"You gonna grab both of the bug things?" Because there are two of them. Or maybe he's just that dizzy right now

Oh, Flashpoint looks alllll innocent when Francœur gives her that look. Her envy has nothing at all to do with being thrown out of bars because of dancing drunk. Or doing something she thought was dancing but ended up as property damage instead.

So these demons have that one up on her. Two, if you count her secret desire to get close to Deadlock which totally does NOT count so you'd better not even consider it!

Flashpoint gets her wish though, and just as she's working up a good snicker, Deadlock's hand lands on the one of hers that's just pointing at him and his demon buds. Welp, time to improvise! "Hey, party on amongst yourselves now all right," she gives Deadlock a tug towards her while her other hand makes a shooing motion, "I'm cutting in."

Yeah, now, that exit plan. She had one around here somewhere...

Both bugs? Francœur looked over his shoulder for a moment there. All that spinning must have had Deadlock seeing double, because he could not find any other bug around.

This was soon turning into something else. If only he could change the music to something more suitable, but he did not know which sort of dance the demons would come up with next. There were no signs of more coming so it all looked safe, for now.

He cooed like a bird. They were so cute.

Deadlockisnotcuteyoubettertakethatbackorelse.

Flashpoint's tug knocks him further off balance, so he hopes--kind of--that she's ready for him to spin and fall into her arms. It's all very romantic and swoony, or would be if it wasn't Deadlock and they weren't surrounded by hostile demons doing a slow motion sexed up version of the Macarena. He never wants to see another pelvic circle again.

"Can't fraggin' wait to get your paws on me, huh?" Admit it, Flashpoint, you want him. And it would be a lot cheekier if he wasn't staring woozily up at her. "...there a bird here, too?" Bugs, birds, it's a fraggin' organic zoo.

No don't take it back, this is priceless. Nevermind that Flashpoint herself would be a little uncertain what to think of being called cute. Oh well, Deadlock's embarrassment makes it worth it.

Flashpoint's ready for him but not the fancy move, nor the falling into her arms. Don't mind the way her optics bug out or how she almost misses the catch. Sorry Deadlock, if the first place her 'paws' go is not the most gentile. Fred Astaire she is not!

She'll admit it if he admits it first! "Oh it's the highlight of my evening, right here." Actually it, kinda is. And it has NOTHING to do with the way he stares up at her, SHUT UP already. "No birds, but I think it's time to get outta here before we gotta wing this dance routine any further. ~~There's a birds and bees joke in here somewhere but she AIN'T making it.~~

Can you walk, Deadlock? Because if not there's gonna be some sweeping-off-feet and carrying bridal style in the direction of safety.

Not taking it back, sorry Deadlock, but not that sorry.

Francœur smiled and he was content to let them sort everything out. As long as he continued playing, they were safe. His claws could use a rest after all this, but he could keep going for now.

It's like a fraggin' conspiracy here, like this whole place is organized around the basic principle of making Deadlock look like an idiot. Really, universe. He doesn't need that much help!

"Could have just left me. Rather be in a cell than watch...that." 'That', of course, being what is now twerking demons. And if these two have any sanity at all in them, they would rather not be watching that either. And to help the cause, since getting away is the best option, he's going to get to his feet. Mostly by climbing up Flashpoint's chassis and helm. Convenient handholds.

In about three...two....one, Deadlock's going to realize who the little bug guy is. "...the frag are you doing here? Fraggin' dangerous." See it's...almost like he cares. Almost.

Well if Deadlock would stop making it so easy...

"But then I'd be without my favorite snark partner and trust me when I say never to let me get bored." See, Deadlock? Being her not-friend is like a service to public safety. "ACH--!" she grits out when he grabs her orange helm crest in the process of hauling himself up; careful, that thing's sensitive!

"He's your savior, and we best get out of here before he gets tired of playing and those demons to more than just dance." Have a nudge and a tug in the direction of the exit Deadlock. It's time to vamoose!

He made a, likely wasted, effort to chirp an explanation about what happened. Of course, he could not write or gesture anything with the guitar in his claws. All he could do to convey what he had endured was to tilt his head in exhaustion. Those demons had him constantly performing without a moment to rest.

He followed Flashpoint; he did not know the way out of here, and he needed to be near them to keep the group of lewd demons under control. He smiled as he looked at her and Deadlock. They must like each other, even if they were not saying it. But how much? He wondered.

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