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True to his word, Hiccup (And Toothless) did eventually check out the television, after the Viking had taken the dragon out for a long, tiring flight. One of the Yetis showed him the Pole's Netflix account. He idly flipped through the various shows, trying to find something that would catch his attention.

I still say we should've watched that thing about catching tuna. Toothless bespoke, feeling a bit peckish, as always. The dragon was shrunk down, curled up on the couch next to his partner.

"We'll watch. it later. Forgive me if I don't have the same interest in fish that you do. Here's something," Hiccup said as he gave the TV a closer look.

"Bill Nye...the Science Guy. Sounds worth a look."

He selected it, watched a a brief intro skit, flashing images set to weird music, and then a man in a blue labcoat and bowtie began to bring him sweet, glorious understanding. It was packaged in a way that those who'd never run into the concepts being presented could understand what was being discussed, like preteens, or in this specific case a Viking from the 11th Century.

Hiccup was hooked.
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[Everyone has been given comm devices. They look almost like handheld video game systems with a few odd quirks attached, like steampunk-esque whirring gold components that look like they're magical in nature. (They are.)]

Commencing first test of the communications system.

The communication devices you've all been handed are meant to serve our ongoing communications needs. They combine the functionality of the enchanted radios Nico Minoru and Bunnymund created with a text-based bulletin system. They were extremely difficult to make and required the cooperation of most of the engineers and mystics present so please make an effort to not lose or break them. It's only natural that we may have equipment lost or damaged on missions but if we find out that your comm was broken because you left it somewhere around the Pole and the elves used it as a chew toy, we will combine our magical and scientific efforts to experiment on the most efficient way to turn you into a toad.

Technology can be scrambled with magic which meant we had to create the devices with safeguards against both magical and technological interference. Due to the difficulty of combining practical technology with magic, we've yet to manage incorporating a video messaging function but audio and text-based communication should serve our communication needs for now. The distance the comms will work will be severely dependent on any magical interference but at peak operating levels and signal strength, we should be able to communicate with one another from any point on the globe.

Those of you that lack the required digits to type or have forms of environmental navigation that don't rely on vision can use the text-to-voice and voice-to-text functions. If you need any further personalization come to the lab and let us know. For those of you seeking comfortable ways of carrying these devices on your person, let the yetis know and they'll fashion holsters or lanyards that suit your respective physiologies.

The design of the devices isn't exactly the most visually appealing but we've had to make use of what materials we have on hand and unfortunately the casings of handheld gaming systems seemed the only viable option, given their durability. So yes, we are using toys to fight a war to preserve reality. One only hopes we won't be reduced to tossing very large rocks at the enemy under these conditions.

Please respond so we can test the functionality of the comment system.
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[Takes place immediately after this.]

Tadashi caught himself on the frame of an open door and let his momentum carry him through it. The last thing he needed, really, the last thing this day needed was for him to get lost in the giant winter lodge-slash-workshop and need someone to come find him. And if he'd kept running, he would have absolutely gotten lost. He almost wasn't sure how he'd gotten here; like his quick dash to get some space to think had completely wiped his brain of everything but the urge to keep running until everything made sense again.

But things weren't going to make sense unless he stopped and let himself take it all in. Mindless panic didn't help anyone, least of all him.

So. He was in another reality where magic existed and so did people like Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost. He was here because someone -- a kid -- knew something about his life and something about him made that kid feel safe. And he had super powers. He could actually heal people by touching them, and he could see their injuries the way he'd programmed Baymax to. That was...that was good. He'd built Baymax to help people, and while he might only be one guy as opposed to any number of versions of Baymax he could produce, he could still help people in this fight against.

Against a thing that wanted to destroy all of reality. And had already thinned the walls of reality so badly that he'd gotten pulled through.

And Hiro and Aunt Cass had no idea what had happened to him after he'd run into the burning Expo hall.

Tadashi took a deep breath and let it out, then looked around the room where he'd ended up and had to crack a smile. He wasn't sure if it was coincidence, instinct, or his new magical powers, but finding the kitchen area was probably a good start.

This situation might look better from the other side of a bear claw the half the size of his head.
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The thing with superspeed and cooking was that it was great for food prep but it still took just as long for things to cook as they always did. Kon had tried heatvision in the past, to speed things along, but that'd always had disastrous results. Using it to warm food, though, that worked and that was how he reheated the first batch of fried chicken he'd made after he finished the last batch. He also used it to reheat the gravy.

It was a proper gravy, a creamy sawmill gravy. He was crazy proud of his gravy. He'd never been able to replicate Ma's cooking 100% but he sure came close with the gravy.

The lounge area had lots of comfy chairs and was an ideal place for people to relax and hang out while eating fried chicken so he set up shop near all the comfy couches, putting down plate after plate of fried chicken and biscuits. The biscuits had been made in a massive batch and had been left warming in the oven so they nice and warm and flaky.

He danced around as he finished cooking his massive chicken dinner to one of those ipod stereos. He had an ipod full of girly pop that he'd nicked from the lab. At first he thought it was maybe Honey Lemon's but when he saw that the playlist names had somehow been programmed in Interlac, he figured out it was Lyle or Brainy's. In the past, their inclination towards girly pop music was something he might have ribbed them over but now? Now he danced around and sang to Katy Perry's "Roar" like nobody's business.

Between the music and the smell of delicious fried chicken and biscuits, most of the myths at the Pole would come see what the fuss was about but in case some of them didn't, Kon had made a whole tray of biscuits as a treat for the elves and he used them as a preemptive reward for getting the others.

"Go, my minions!" he cried out, tossing biscuits to them. "Go and get the others so they may feast!"

Out of gratitude for the delicious biscuits, they saluted him and spread out to bring everyone's attention to the glorious spread. Anyone that came to see what the fuss was about would be treated to an early dinner of delicious fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and for the vegetarians among them (like Lyle and Brainy), grits, collard greens, black-eyed peas, and mashed potatoes.

Yes, he'd gone all out. It was almost Easter and that meant a few people would be having an Easter here instead of with their families, right? So it'd be a good one. He also figured doing it before Easter was a good idea in case Bunny needed their help or something on actual Easter Day.

When people started showing up, they were treated to the sight of a rather spectacular feast and the sight of Kon dancing around between the lounge and the kitchen as he finished making one last boatload of gravy and cleaned up. He was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss my grits!'

"Go ahead and tuck in," he said to people as they started showing up. "It's Before-Easter Dinner! And while I can't claim I'm as good a cook as the lady I learned to cook from, who I learned to cook from is a genuine Kansas farmer so it's still finger-lickin' good."

[ooc: Mingle thread! Pop music! People! Chicken! This is a nice little post for all the characters to mingle. Start up a little subthread for your characters and then tag around to other people's! It's set after all the recent intros so all the newer characters can participate and meet everyone.]
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They thought it was relatively safe. The twins were being sent out with a group of people that were essentially adults. Even Raph was an older teen and probably more experienced at fighting than all of them put together. The fearling they were looking for wasn't even that powerful, if the mini-fairies were to be believed. It was a construct, several fearlings reconfigured into something new, but not that powerful.

It needed to be hunted down and destroyed but it was something that Mabel alone could've handled. Between the five of them, they made short work of it and it looked to be a nice little on-the-job lesson for the twins, where they got to fight while under the protection and guidance of the others.

The problem was the fear. Fear was always the problem. That fear was just a coincidence but as coincidences sometimes went, it was a dangerous coincidence.

Not far from where they'd destroyed the fearling, there was a little girl who had played one of her older sister's video games and it had frightened her. As she went to bed that night with the fear clutching at her heart, the only thought that helped her fight the fear was the thought of two of her favorite cartoon characters - ones that fought scary things like ghosts all the time - fighting the scary ghosts in the game.

She knew they were the kind of twins that could beat the ghosts. That was the thought she fell asleep to, a thought that gained power in that twilight between waking and sleeping.

Where they were in the woods, that thought - and that fear - temporarily took on a life of its own, reshaping reality and assigning them all roles in the story it was trying to mold. A sudden mist swept through the dark woods and every myth in the group found themselves powerless. They still had their gear and their skill and wit but their myth powers were gone.

Even worse than that, as the mist obscured them from each other and they suddenly found themselves separated. They were suddenly all in different sections of an ancient, decrepit Japanese village, one that was caught in a strange and eerie twilight. Dancing around them in the breeze were glowing crimson butterflies that fluttered off, as if they were showing them which way they should go.

Whether it was safe to follow them or not was the question at hand.
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So, they were now mythical people in a mythical land of magic, the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics was theory, not hypothesis, and the universe needed to be saved. Also the Easter Bunny and Santa were real here.

Well okay then. Gogo was adaptable and rather unflappable, to a degree that made it so it could be argued that it was her true superpower.

Of course, it seemed she had actual superpowers now and that was weird. Or at least a superpower. Rather than her suit being something she had to put on and take off now she could summon it at will, and her control of her discs wasn't magnetic, it was mental.

Which was pretty cool.

What was cooler was the fact that magic was real here. Like true scientists, Gogo and Honey Lemon didn't deal with that by ignoring or dismissing the idea of magic. No, far from it. They were already having the yetis help them build a lab and planned to study it.

"You. Move the 3D printer over there," Gogo instructed one of the yetis, as she shoved a massive cabinet of tools into their new lab space with her shoulders.

She'd meet people. Eventually. But preparing for science came first, obviously, then socializing came later.

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