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entranceway2017-08-03 02:06 am
deadshapes) wrote in entranceway2017-08-03 02:06 am
Entry tags:
- angels of death: zack,
- from dusk till dawn: seth gecko,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- night in the woods: mae borowski,
- nocturne: naoki,
- over the garden wall: greg,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 5: ryuji sakamoto,
- the adventure zone: angus mcdonald,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- undertale: toriel
Astral Destruction
[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]
Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.
[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]
So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.
[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]
Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.
[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]
Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.
Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.
[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]
Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.
Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.
[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]
So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.
[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]
Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.
[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]
Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.
Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.
[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]
Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.
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[Sometimes Wirt says some stuff is only for teenagers.]
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action time
[And he does! He waves at Mae, looking a little nervous.]
Uhhh, hi! How do I...break the things?
action!
Hey, Greg! It's easy, watch.
[She picks up a vase and fucking launches it at the opposite wall. It shatters delightfully.]
You can throw things, or you can hit things. Just, uhhh, try to keep the throwing and hitting to a minimum if you're not in this room, maybe. I mean, unless someone deserves it.
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[Greg giggles a little. Vase to the face.]
But okay, stand back! I'm gonna smash!
[He picks up a fancy plate with really pretty designs. For a moment he looks conflicted again. Somebody's grandma probably really loves this plate! Except...no, right? They got all this out of the closets. Nobody loves it. It's free to break!
Having thought this all through, Greg winds up aaaaand-- CRASH! The pieces fly everywhere but Greg and Mae are far enough away that it just looks cool and nobody gets hurt.]
Oh gosh, that was really cool.
[Greg glances at Mae to make sure that that's an okay way to feel.]
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[She waves her arms.]
Yeah, little man, smash!
[Greg seems to hesitate, and it's kind of sweet, because it means he's a good kid. Aw man haha here she is corrupting the youth, just like all the adults on her street always warned she would. Awesome. Prophecy fulfilled.]
[She whoops when he smashes the vase and hops in place.]
Dude, nice arm! That was awesome! Nicely done!
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You said I can hit things too? Like with my hands?
[He knows he can get magically fixed up (or just normally fixed up) but he'd rather not cut himself on glass or something.]
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Well, I wouldn't use your hands, since you might get hurt. But you can use a bat or something.
[She points toward an umbrella holder near the door. It does have actually umbrellas in it, but there's also baseball bats, two-by-fours and golf clubs.]