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[venatical]

Who: Everyone who sees the network post re: the explosion and the impending blob threat!
When: Morning of Day 196. The blob threat and altered personalities have an open-ended date, atm, so people can be dealing with those as they wish!
Where: One of the science labs.
What: The orb causes an explosion of sorts in the lab, which results in two things: 1) some characters act "off," their personalities altering in some way, and 2) there are tiny red blobs (very The Blob-esque) everywhere that are harmless until you get close enough and you realize they want to jump onto your face.

[ The lab is a mess; cabinets and drawers are open, some faucets are dripping, and there's glass and scattered paper and things everywhere. Most troubling, however, are the blobs that like to suffocate people.

Freeze them, contain them in cupboards or whatever intact container you find handy, see if they're afraid of the Bunsen burner, try to use weapons on them -- best to get them cleaned up quickly, though! ]

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[venatical]

[ Dean's wrestled one of the little monsters off his face and is wrestling it to the ground, but the thing splits into two in his hands and he loses his balance for a second. The thing reforms and tries to crawl up his arm again, but he whacks it off, knocking it clear across the room.

Oh, this is really pissing him off. He grabs up some metal tray and stands up, and he starts swinging and flinging those things all over the place.

Is this helping? Probably not. Does it feel good? Hell yeah. ]

[ OOC: Dean's going slightly berserk from the orb fyi! ]

[lost_my_shoe]

[ GDI Dean! Why can't they go anywhere without destroying things? This is why they don't have nice things!

Still, exploding labs with Dean at the center of them tend to get Sam's attention pretty damn quick. ]

DEAN?!

[venatical]

Sam!

[ His tone is sharp and gruff, and he doesn't even look up at his brother, too focused on what he's doing. Probably he ought to be more focused on Sam, but he has like, half a second of consideration; he sounds fine. He's probably fine, right? Right. Anyway, what's more important is that Dean pummels the shit out of these blobs because fuck them. ]

[lost_my_shoe]

[ A quick review of the situation and Sam judges that a) Dean is alive and very pissed off with no visible signs of his limbs hanging off and b) his own baseball skills are rusty and shooting the blobs is probably a terrible idea in case the bullets ricochet. So instead Sam reaches for a knife.

He kicks one of the oncoming blobs out of the way. Where the hell did they all come from? Funnily enough, Sam likes his face attached to the rest of his body. He ducks to avoid one flying his way thanks to Dean. Dude, watch where you're slinging those things! ]

The Scientists are gonna be pissed that you blew up their lab. [ Ah, nothing like a little dry humour while taking out blobs of doom. ]

[brainsqueeze]

I think you got it.

[ Maria had come to the lab looking for Banner. After the video had gone out - after this man had made the call, asking for Banner and mentioning something about an orb (hadn't that been what Banner had been discussing before? She's guessing) she'd wanted to know what it was. What was going on.

But that apparently would have to wait after it exploded on video. Apparently this man knew how to handle himself on it, and the orb had gone across the room, down. For now ]

[venatical]

There's more of them where that came from.

[ Literally, there's more of them coming out of some beaker of goop that got broken when the orb blew up. ]

Think you wanna lend a hand, or are you just going to watch? [ He's practically growling. ]

[hackr]

[ Waking up in a completely unfamiliar setting and realizing what it is - that's a startling enough start to your day. Felicity is, of course, curious about what makes this place tick and if there is anyway she can access its computer system because she's almost certain a lot of it has to do with tricking the eye.

But there's no time for that, it seems. As with most things in her life, there are major setbacks, such as encountering an explosion in the laboratories. ]

Nice blob, [ she mumbles, holding her hands over her face as she slowly backs away from this B horror movie setup. ]

[greenisnteasy]

They're not that nice. [ Bruce is just... What is even going on in his lab right now? He has a few seconds to look around at the destruction before a blob starts... blobbing its way up his leg; he grabs it quickly and stuffs it in a drawer. ]

Do you mind -- [ The drawer starts rattling, so Bruce leans his hip against it. ] -- I think they'll just spread if we don't contain these... little guys.

[hackr]

Mind? Nope, nope, not at all. [ Felicity stammers, though rising to the occasion. The one she had been trying to coax immediately makes a beeline for her, but she, flinching, grabs it and shoves it into another drawer, and another. Her free hand gropes around for something to lock them in. ]

I didn't expect a welcome party when I woke up but this ...

[seraphique]

[She was safe. She was safe for only a moment, they'd pulled her back from the chandelier. Raoul promised to help keep her safe, to not let him take her back.

Then in an instant, she'd only taken off the Countess's wig, put on her long mint cape again, and she closed her eyes, opened them again, and she was in a new, unfamiliar place. Christine's eyes fill with fear - he's taken her again, taken her to some new lair - or so she thinks. she backs away, bringing her hands up in front of her. She backs into something in the lab - a drawer, but barely has time to react to the unfamiliar surroundings. There's something coming after her - what she thinks are tiny red pieces of a slime.

There's barely a scream that comes out of her mouth before she starts to run, picking up her skirts around her.

This is not the world's most opportune situation for a young opera singer to be in.]

[blackmagus]

[Mornings in the Center tend to be strange, for Fortescue, due to a mixture of constant nightmares and a general night-owlish nature. But tiny little red blobs chasing after a lady in a fancy dress? Okay. That's pushing the strange envelope for today. What a good start!

Maybe this cements the fact that this isn't real, but that's a thought for another moment. Right now, someone apparently needs help.

Fortescue takes a deep breath to focus her magic, and the lights in the hallway seem to dim and then brighten as the shadows leave its corners. Then she raises her hand up, and the blobs behind Christine go flying against one wall. She keeps them there, focusing, while Jazz sits behind her. The black cat watches Christine raptly.]

Don't worry — I've got them!

[seraphique]

[This is a little too much for Christine right now, and though she's a bit proud of herself as she manages to trap one blob coming for her into a drawer behind her - a bit of blind luck - there are still multiples coming, and she's backed into a corner.

Suddenly, there's a woman she's never seen, and the lights lower themselves and brighten unexpectedly - Christine's pressed her back up tight against the opposite wall as she watches the blobs slam against the other wall. She doesn't even notice the cats quite yet, looking to the girl. She's never seen magic before - prestidigitation and tricks of the light, absolutely. He had that covered well. But this is new, and she can't believe her eyes.]

Where should I go - what are those things?

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Something exploded, and it wasn't Leo's fault.

Or, who knows - maybe it was. All he knows is that one minute, that stupid goddess is kicking him off his own ship, and the next, he's here. Wherever "here" even is. But he's pretty sure this isn't his fault, at least; he hasn't had a reason to use the Blessing since the dwarves. There's no familiar tingle, either, just... suspicious-looking red blobs everywhere.

And no Archimedes sphere, which is by far the worst thing about this. He was practically hugging the thing! Unfortunately, sometime between getting the boot and coming here, Leo must have passed out and dropped it. Worst power nap ever.

He's having a look around, trying to see if he can find the sphere after all, when he gets a little too close to one of the blobs. So far it's been an exercise in avoiding them - curious as Leo is, sometimes it's best to leave unknown substances alone - but he misses one, and then it's - jumping at his face?! Letting out a surprised yelp, he jumps back, flames appearing almost instantly as he pulls his hands in front of him like a shield. This is almost demeaning; he's supposed to be saving the world, not get beaten by a bunch of sentient red Jell-o! ]

[noblexcompanion]

[ Saving the world often requires getting your ass kicked by less than dangerous looking foes. Giant pepper pots, anyone? ]

Nice moves. Seems the blobs have a bit of a fetish for sucking face. Literally.

[ If it's not one thing, it's another. Cape Kore is rarely boring, that much is for sure.

Donna jabs a blob with a knife she borrowed from the kitchen. So far it has prevented her face being sucked off. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

The first time someone actually wants me, and it's a bunch of evil gelatin, [ he complains loudly to the lady with the knife. Just his luck. This is even worse than Narcissus and his fangirls chasing after him.

He tosses a fireball or two at the blobs, wrinkling his nose when the smell reaches his nostrils. What he wouldn't give to have Percy's powers for this. ] Gross.

[clearasil]

Jesus Christ.

[ This is what happens when Natalie actually gets sleep. Come summer vacation and she sleeps like the dead and wakes up completely disoriented and disheveled, wandering aimlessly through some freaky science lab. She turns a corner and suddenly blobs and shit and chaos and that guy totally just lit himself on fire. Her hands go up to show that she has neither blobs or weapons nor anything flammable on herself. ] This feeling a little too Black Lodge meets B horror movies for me right now.

[commandertoolbelt]

Hey, if you want evil flubber attached to your face, be my guest, [ Leo retorts with a quick glance at the girl. He's not even sure what she's talking about - Black Lodge? ]

I've had enough of these stupid things. Thanks a lot for the hospitality, [ he tells the blobs, firing up for another shot, just in case they come at him again, ] but you're not the kind of welcome committee I was hoping for.

[wolfofmidgard]

[Meja's in a different lab nearby, hydroponics, when she hears the commotion. With the way things are in the Center, ignoring it is a bad idea. And it would be uncharacteristic of the Valkyrie, anyway. She unsheathes her rune blade and starts out in the hallway at a brisk trot, just in time to see a blob exit the laboratory post-haste.

Not to mention a few people, who all seem on the panicked side, and so Meja decides to react now and ask questions later. She slides forward to slam her blade through one of the blobs, the magic in the runes generally very good at making the most tenacious of beings inert. The blob sputters and comes apart into goo, and Meja looks up quickly to see if anyone else needs help.

She'll have to clean her armor later, she can already tell.]

[noblexcompanion]

[ Meja may have a fancy rune blade. Donna has a knife from the kitchen. Both are pretty good for stabbity stabbing of the blobs though, it seems. ]c

You still have your face, I see. That's good!

[ So far Donna has managed to keep the little buggers off her own face. For some silly reason she's happy to have a face and would be sad to have it eaten by blob monsters. ]

[wolfofmidgard]

[Sharp objects are the important thing to take away from all this. Meja smiles quickly in Donna's direction before she gets lunged at by a blob and has to stab in its direction.]

Ja. So far, so good. [Not even the blobs can rob her of her wry tone. Ever present in 90% of dangerous situations.] Do you know where they came from?

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[multitasking]

[ what a hell of a time to arrive, right?

natasha doesn't even have time to contemplate what the whole thing means - although she's fairly certain that it can be chalked up to ʜʏᴅʀᴀ - because there are blobs.

now nat isn't one to normally go poking at strange objects, but she's about to all the same. she hears a loud enough clatter that it pulls her attention though, and promptly ducks inside the lab rather than hovering at the door. her weapon is drawn and she's all ready to rattle off names, titles, threats, whatever it takes, and then- ]

Agent Hill? [ w...hat the hell. this is bigger than she'd initially suspected, less 'widow's aliases are up for grabs' and more 'let's take down the ex-sʜɪᴇʟᴅ big names'. ] You've been brought in too, I assume?

[brainsqueeze]

A little help?

[ The clatter that Natasha had heard had come from Maria - from one of the trays she'd picked up in the lab and trying to swat at the blob with it. The issue was that there wasn't just one blob but multiple, and as soon as she'd swatted at one more came at her

Maria's own question is curt, and not her normal greeting but this situation is a little bit pushy for the minute. She can greet her better later. Hey, there's whiskey ]

[Late, but without Starbucks]

[narcissistictendencies]

[Okay, Tony really hates these hallways and they apparently hate him too. Because he might spend all day trying to find the damned lab one day and find it on the first turn the next. He must really be pissing the central machine off or it just enjoys watching him run around like a rat in a maze. A very irritated rat in a maze. However, today, he found it without a hitch, and that probably should have been his first warning. Because as he walked in, he had to immediately dodge to the left to avoid a rather rambunctious flying (more like falling?) blob.]

Okay, ew. Did someone leave their leftovers in the fridge again?

[He toed open a cabinet with his foot and promptly kicked the wriggly little bugger inside, shutting it again with his foot.]

Should I come back later, or am I on clean-up duty? [A small pause followed by yet another wriggly blob, this one crawling up his leg.] G-get off you overgrown amoeba!

[greenisnteasy]

[ Bruce is pretty upset about this turn of events because not only is the orb missing now, and there's Flubber all over his lab, but even if they managed to contain it all, half his supplies are now in broken glass fragments all over the place. He could clean it up and haul in new stuff, but at that point, he may as well just find a new lab.

He's busy with a bit of evil flubber of his own when Tony comes in, and hearing his voice startles him enough that he almost loses out to this annoying piece of goop, but Bruce wrestles it out of his hair (not without some wincing) and comes over to help Tony.

Tony, who's here. Tony, who Bruce is sort of touching as he pries off the goop, shoves it in a container, and claps his hand over the top in lieu of a real lid for the moment. ]

We're both on clean-up duty, even though I'm not sure I'll want to come back to a lab where any drawer might contain a few of these guys.

[narcissistictendencies]

[The aid is greatly appreciated, because when he tried to scrape the little blob off, it clung his legs together, causing him to stumble. Without Bruce's help, he might have found himself in a bit of a sticky situation. Pun intended.

He regains his footing and watches as Banner traps it in the container. He didn't approve of the makeshift lid, however. So, he moves quickly, covering Bruce's hand with his own to ensure nothing decides to goop out any cracks between his fingers, and reaches over the counter to snatch up a lid.]

Thanks. On three? [He asks, holding up the lid, ready to clamp it over the container as soon as their combined hands are out of the way.]

That's twice I owe you. Well, once you and once for Jolly Green. Care to explain how your lab turned into a remastered sci-fi B movie? Or is this just a regular thing around here?

[There's actually no accusation in his tone. Just curiosity and maybe a little apprehension as he looks around expecting another blob-tastic assault.]