paradisa | Mar. 16th, 2012

Mar. 16th, 2012

[If anyone is paying attention, Cole is walking about the halls, peering into shadows suspiciously, his journal open.]

Uh, I hate to terrify people, but I'm certain there's something moving in this place.

...Something that isn't usually here, if you get me. Call me paranoid, but I just get this feeling...

And demons don't usually feel uneasy.

[A pause]

And I swear that shadow just moved.

((OOC: Open over the journals or in person!))

so_bored

[Sup, Paradisa? There is a tiny black kitten in your lobby, sitting on a couch and observing people, his little head turning every time someone passes him by.

After a while he claws at the couch fabric lazily, a bit bored.

Won't someone come play with him?]

[ooc: Loss start! This is Izaya Orihara, and he might actually play with you, or bite you. Either or. Permissions Post .
Apologies for late responses. I've been having rl problems. :c]

brute_shot_bully

[Something dangerous loose in the castle? The logical course of action, for Maine at least, is to hunt it down and beat it into a pulp.

The hunting wasn't so hard, only took him about a day once he realized what was going on. The beating, however? Not so much in his favor. Armor certainly would have helped.]

[Pulling the journal open as he struggles with conciousness,]

Someone feed my dog.

atadiscoverer

( Filtered to Helen Magnus )

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( Filtered to Clinic Staff )

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( Friends of those who have been admitted to the clinic with bites )

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[Filters done, Carson begins to start his work, firstly with running his scanner over a few of the victims, noting down their vitals and any other potentially helpful information.]

((OOC: As per this comment, as there have been no objections, Carson is starting to organise a way to potentially wake these people up. Free to be bugged over the journals, or in person in the clinic.))

noblefive

[There is a heavily armoured, and heavily armed, SPARTAN-II wandering your halls, Paradisa. He holds in his hand a weapon that would usually be vehicle-mounted; The M247H heavy machine gun. It's not loaded or primed, yet. But it's still there.]

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( UNSC Filter )

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( Filtered to Military Personnel outside the UNSC )

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((OOC: Feel free to bump into Jorge wandering the halls.))

luckyvalentine

[she hasn't paid too much attention to whatever is currently making people freak out. She's had a lot of other things on her mind, after all. ...But, hearing that Zelman is sick or something is enough to make her curious, heading down to the clinic to check it out.

It's probably nothing, and it will give her something to taunt him about later.

She doesn't expect him to even actually be there, however. So, finding out that the rumors are true is disconcerting, finding him actually unconscious is downright worrying... but that's nothing compared to the creeping horror caused by spotting what looks like a bruise on his arm.

It takes her a second, chills running over her skin before the memory fully clicks... but when it does, the open journal nearby catches a little gasp--]

Oh no... No, it can't be...

[she spots the journal and scrabbles for it!]

( Spike )

[[ooc: open over the journal, or in person at the clinic!]]

confidente

[ The journal picks up the door closing, shuffling and the faint irritable mutter. Favoring his left leg as he heads into the sitting room. He found it, at least, after a few days of searching and refusing to wish up the bloody thing. ]

Sherlock? I'm back.

[He's parked himself in his chair reading something that looks like it's in a different language. He doesn't look up, not that he needs to.]

Took you long enough.

I was only gone for twenty minutes. [ He lifts the box in the air, shaking it a little with a grin. He won a victory today and he is a little happier about than he probably should be. ] Look what I found.

[He does, but he does it kind of like an adult indulging a child showing off a drawing. He's not really paying attention to the box at all.] Oh. Are we still doing that?

[ Yes, they are still doing that. He limps over, dropping the box on a free coffee table. ] Of course, it's not like we've got anything better to do right now. [ Like a case, or something. ]

True. [There's a pause while he watches, silently.] All right?

Hmm? Oh, yeah. [ He pats his leg, a frown creasing his brows. ] Something bit me on the way back, didn't see it though. Whatever it was moved pretty fast.

Oh? [His tone brightens a little. What is concern?] Sounds interesting.

[ Eye roll. ] Of course you would. [ He turns, limping into the kitchen. ] Tea?

[Rustling as he lifts the lid of the game, starts rifling through it. Distractedly:] Yes.

[ It's like clockwork, making a cup of tea. With the amount of times he's done it, he hardly has to think about what he is doing. Water, cups, sugar, tea, milk... milk? John frowns, moving to the fridge, they're low on milk again. Again? He had just only bought another carton two days ago, at least he thought he did. ]

What have you-- [ He trails off and there's a heavy thud, kind of what you'd think it would sound like if he fell to the floor in a heap. Which he just did. ]

John? [He's in the kitchen barely a moment later, stooping to try and rouse him. If he didn't sound concerned before he definitely does now.] John. John.

[ Sorry bro, the John Watson you're trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Hang up and please try again later. ]

[There's a frustrated noise, and then suddenly Sherlock's voice is much louder and clearer as he seizes the journal.]

I need medical personnel in the Satis Tower. Room 1802. Doctors, healers, nurses with bags of pixie dust, I don't care. Get here now.

( ooc; AND JOHN IS OUT. Sherlock is blue and John is black. Just be careful, the unhappy detective may bite. Oh and for reference, there is a hideous purple mark on his right leg between his knee and ankle. )

modernholmes

[One hospitalization was not unusual. A few reports of strange shadows could be explained by paranoia. But with these new cases it had become a pattern. Four people did not receive the same injuries without an underlying cause. Put that together with the reports of shadows? Conan had more than enough reason to begin investigating. And so today he was carefully making his way through the castle. You might spot him anywhere.]

( Hattori )

( Haibara )

( Ran )
( People who have seen the shadow )

likesroleplay

Frick. Frick. Frick.

Oh my god I don't know what happened or how I ended up here but if I don't show up for work tomorrow Dr. Cox is going to kill me. And if he doesn't Dr. Kelso certainly will and either way would pretty much suck because they're both just such complete hardasses. And I know I told myself I wasn't just going to lay over and take it anymore but I didn't think it was going to be tested this soon either, you know?

[And it's about then that she realizes the journal that's sitting next to her is writing down everything she's saying.]

Holy frick on a stick why is this journal writing in itself. I mean, the freaky castle isn't weird enough, there's enchanted journals too? Please tell me someone accidentally pricked me with some morphine or something because this sounds more like one of JD's crazy fantasies than anything real. I mean, this can't be what's really happening, right?

[There's pause, and then she sounds a little more pathetic.]

Right?

payback

Since it sounds like there's more trouble going on back in the castle, if anyone wants to get clear for the time being then I invite them to come out to the outpost in the dead zone. The rooms will comfortably sleep around twelve people total - make that eleven, given I'm sure no one wants to bunk with Legato - and that said you'll have a roommate. Anyway, we can fit more if it's necessary, even if it'll be less comfortable.

too_fairytale

[There's STILL no plan of attack for hunting this blob thing down? Lame, castle, lame. Amy's getting restless and tired of sitting around waiting, and her restlessness is either starting to rub off on the tiger, or something's spooking him. He's started pacing around the room, tail twitching. Rory's off at the clinic, so it's just her and the tiger, getting antsy together.

Finally, she gets up from the kitchenette table in a huff, journal in hand, and gives the tiger a look]

What do you think, big guy? Want to try hunting this thing? Let's go get the Doctor, at least...

[the tiger follows her to the door. Which... sticks on something before she can get it all the way open. The tiger suddenly snarls, the fur on its back rising. Amy jumps a mile and looks at the tiger to make sure he's not snarling at HER before tugging the door back. It unsticks, and then there is... a noise on the other side. Now the hair on the back of her own neck is prickling. Carefully, she looks around the door--

--and gets a glimpse of something coming directly at her face before it connects]

--OW!

[she jerks back, smacking the back of her head on the doorjamb and dropping her journal, and nearly trips over the tiger as she stumbles sideways into an undignified fall to the floor. The tiger snarls again, even more fiercely than before, but doesn't chase the thing. Belatedly, Amy realizes she just joined the group of people who've been bitten by the blobby thing. Rory is going to be PISSED.

She fumbles her journal open]

Hi, um, this is Amy Pond, one of those blobby things just bit me in the face, I'm on the second floor for anyone who's actually trying to catch it...

[wow, is it her imagination, or is her cheek starting to feel funny?]

dreams_in_red

[the cats are hiding and refusing to show themselves, the Arcanine is restless, people are being bitten and falling unconscious like it's going out of style. Guess who isn't leaving her room for love or money?]

I wonder how many people will fall this time before the castle gets bored of it.

[sup, morbid]

secondchances

[The journal opens to a clatter and a splash--sorry about getting some hot coffee on the page!]

Tim?! Please tell me you passed out from lack of caffeine. Tim? C'mon... damn. This is not good.

[Footsteps, and then Steph shakes off the journal.]

Got another one down in 1517, Pietas Tower. I hope the clinic's got beds available.

[[OOC: Open or journal! Tim's been attacked while researching, so if anyone comes to help haul his butt down several flights of stairs, they'll find a mess of notes all over. And coffee. :'( ]]

unnaturalpause

( [Filtered to Friends] )

[That aside it takes him a moment to continue on with what he needs to say and when he says it he sounds rather tired.]

Henry Foss has gone home, for those that knew him here. As far as I am aware, he has a rather bright future ahead of him.

[And he clears his throat before going on. Someone should probably say this (and Helen is the master of delegating or some such thing).]

There is a being lurking about the castle at large, and causing the, current state of the patients in the clinic. It is attacking residents, seemingly at random, and by the broadness of the race and age of those attacked, nothing is any guaranteed protection from this.

I urge you if you have a residence outside of the castle to take advantage of it for the present time.

[With that said and done James is going to turn back to his work in the clinic, looking all the worse for wear after the last day of this.]

((OOC: Open over the journal and in the clinic.))

gottaknockhard

[After talking to Faye (read: after he figured out what Faye was trying to say), Spike inevitably went back to the castle to see for himself. Once he's there he's fully prepared to scoff at this whole thing, of course. He'd planned on checking on the guys in the clinic for a lark, when he stops. Something scuttles by, that he only barely catches in the corner of his eye but feels instantly familiar. Then slowly (very slowly as he stands still in the lobby), something occurs to him. Did he see something familiar back when...? It couldn't be, could it?

... You've never seen someone run so fast. He gets to his room in minutes, and only pauses once he reaches the doorknob. It has to be his imagination, right?]

...

[Five minutes later, he's back out, white as a sheet and cursing nonstop. The journal picks up some of that as he finally thinks to take it out.]

-- Ah. [WHOA, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AGAINST HIS LEG? ... Nothing? Okay, wow, calm down. They're still behind the door, and he's picking up his pace. They don't have an airlock to shoot this thing out of, what the hell is--] I know what it is, get out of the castle.

[That's all he says. He needs his hand free to shoot, which he'll be doing right after he gets the fuck away from that room. He'll finish this later.]

OOC: I will have a post up about the specifics very soon (and answer questions there!), but as of this post, the fridge has been opened. Spike closed it again, but not well enough. There are now many more space lobsters coming out... so your characters are now free to be attacked at will!

Also feel free to run into Spike in the hall! Open open.

childofkrypton

[So Chris wants to be helpful. He wants to be just like Superman and help save people. Creepy things attacking the castle and hurting people? He's Kryptonian and Superman showed him how to do some stuff, so surely he can do something. He wishes he knew how to use his powers better; he bets using arctic breath would stop those things right in their tracks. However, he has to make do with what he does have, so he's using superspeed to try and catch one. After running around the castle, eventually he sees one of the black blobs and tackles it. Success!

Have an excited child's voice coming from the journal.] I caught one! I caught one, I caught - hey, hold still! These things are really - OW!

[Aaaand he just dropped it after it bit him - it quickly zooms off.] Come back here! Ow ow ow... [He grumbles a little unhappily, cradling his hand.] Stupid - I had it, I really did! Next time I won't let it get away! [And he's scooping up his journal and chasing after it. He's not going to let a little bite slow him down... but it will probably start slowing him down soon.]

incantati

[ forward dated to later this evening/night. all dictated. ]

( ms. helen magnus )

( mr. felix harrowgate )

[ those filters done, dumbledore heads down to the clinic, fawkes on his shoulder. he's been observing the current going-ons quietly for the past few days. he has no theories that can match up with what is known, but if he can help at all, he would like to. ]

To anyone who has an acquaintance or relative currently in the clinic, especially regarding the incidents over the past few days, I have a friend who might be able to help, if you are amenable to it.

[ he's sitting at the desk near the entrance to the clinic, with the journal and a book. fawkes is around, somewhere. ]

[ ooc; open in the clinic. ]

someoneto_carry

[Zoe's been not paying too close attention to what's going on, since she's not someone who really reads the journal. But she'll open it up while in the kitchen after getting stung, noticing the panic]

I think I got hit by somethin' What's happenin'-

[She cuts off with a sick sound, followed by some chinese swearing, and then there is a loud thud as Zoe collapses to the ground]

[What she was never one for the dramatics]

[OOC: Still on hiatus. And she's out, so no responses from her]

her_mouse_jesty

I understand that not everyone can keep up with their journals at all time. For those who don't know, something... just something... has been attacking innocent people at random, and has been known to be anywhere in the castle. While shelter outside has been offered, there are some of us for who moving may not be an option.

For those, I want to offer my help. My magic allows me to seal rooms closed so that nothing can enter from the outside. If you'd like me to do this to your room, please let me know right away.

twisted_baroque

[Dextera's handwritting is a bit shaky today for some reason.]

Is it okay if someone came to the lobby? I thi...

[but the pen slides out of his hand before he can finish writing and there's the sound of the journal hitting the floor along with Dextera's unconscious body. looks like the weird blobs got someone else.]

[ooc: open in the lobby if anyone wants to drag the mute to the clinic!]

signedlefthanded

( filter to Bucky )

I was just coming back from the library. I thought something was behind me. Is there any news as to what's happening?

I don't know how much use I could be, but considering I have built some of the technology in the clinic, I'm more than willing to offer my help.

wolfuncaged

[Fenris, probably unlike the majority of people in the castle, has welcomed the sudden appearance of a threat. He's been deathly bored. Aside from that little 'adventure' with Hank (which he will never discuss ever again, ever) he's found his life in the last few months lacking the usual excitement of things constantly trying to kill him.

So, he's been actively hunting the thing. Alone, because he is the best strategist. He's finally found it, just being able to see the shape on the chandelier. He clambers onto the banister, steadying his feet before pulling out his sword, his journal falling to the ground in the process to record his voice]

Come at me, then. We shall see how well you fare.

[The creature of course makes a jump for him, and Fenris' sword misses it by miles. It does, however, helpfully lodge in the chandelier, which looks like it's not going stay on the ceiling much longer.

Fenris, inevitably, gets bitten and falls backwards onto the landing with a thud and an undignified yelp. He should be glad he didn't fall all the way down to the lobby floor, really.

Elf down, people]

hulloeverything

[THINGS are happening. Dastardly things that must be investigated. Supposedly there's a blobby thing going about biting people. People including one of his companions. SO the Doctor is wandering the hallway with a contraption.

He's got it strapped to his back with thick leather straps and is walking around holding a screen in front of him. It looks like he's looking through frosted glass but it's actually a very complicated scanner... thing... what? It dings when there's stuff and is extremely useful in detecting blobby things that bite people.

He peers around the corner into the kitchen, whipping the scanner around to make sure it's safe before stepping in.]

You know, with how many people have been bitten so far you'd think I'd have luck at least catching a glimpse of the thing! What do I have to do? Stand in the middle of the lobby and shout "here I am! Come and get me!"? OW! [He watches the blob dart out the door before looking up where it had come from. Up. Why does he never look UP?]

... oh... apparently that works... [He sways, watching the purple blotch blossom on his hand. Whoa... apparently this stuff works quickly with Time Lord physiology. Who knew?]

[There's a THUD and a CRASH as the Doctor collapses, contraption and all, just inside the doorway in the kitchen.]

((ooc: The Time Lord is down for the count. No replies from him, obviously... unless you'd like to run into him in the hallways BEFORE he gets attacked))

bearcub

[A certain slightly odd young man is wandering the halls down to the library, looking slightly tensed and confused. Something was rubbing him wrong but the +Anima couldn't tell what it was... it just made him really uncomfortable. It was like being in the presence of a predator yet not knowing it.

He still had Amaterasu's flower in his gray near-dreads and Ukitake's lock of hair in his belt, and together those mementos had given him enough mental coherence to know where he was - Paradisa - and which room belonged to him. Things had been a lot easier for the teen after that.

Rounding a corner on the way down to the lobby, the teen notices something move at the back of his vision. Growling a little, Senri glances back, only to see an empty corridor. Picking up his pace, the deerskin-clad young man finally reaches the lobby and relaxes a bit.

It seemed safer among people.]

☻ anxious

honorinflames

( Natsuki... and fine, Katara too )

[he'd been holed up in his room, but with the way these things seem to be spreading, and how no one knows how to fight them... he decides to brave the halls and go hunting. On high alert, he's making his way along, listening to information filter over the journal as he goes]

Do we know anything yet? Where are these things even coming from? Are we sure it's not just--

[and then a tiny sound catches his ear behind him and he whirls! The journal catches the expected sounds of flame and tumbles to the ground. Over the frantic sounds of firebender vs. space lobster--] They're so fast!

[free for all lobster fight in the hallway!]

wishmadeinfire

[So, you know how people have been suddenly falling into those comas the past few days? Well, Paradisa, the weird isn't over yet. In fact, time to add one more victim to your rosters.

Ashura was coming in from the gardens, Sybil and Agni at his heels (an Espeon and a Flareon) - the poor things needed to go out and regardless of shapes or rumors, he would not let them keep him in his rooms like a scared kitten. So out he had gone.

But now he would pay for it.

Agni and Sybil hissed, hackles rising (which is an impressive sight on a Flareon mind), and Ashura frowned.]

What is wrong with you two?

[Should listen to the Pokemon, Ashura. To late now though. There is a flash of a shape out of the corner of his eye and he turns sharply, but nothing is there. Then again on the other. He tenses, riding to blast a flame around him if need me, when there came a sudden sting on his leg. He gasped, reaching down to touch it... when the world titled.

He groaned, going down to his knees and then laid out, unable to rise. What-? He looked at the Pokemon with him, opening his mouth, wanting to urge them to go back to the room, to get Felix or help or anything, but nothing came. Only blackness.

And now there is an Ashura laid out on the way to the gardens. Perhaps you are drawn thanks to the cries of Agni and Sybil? Either way, he's hard to miss.]

[ooc: another victim of the Lobsters! So, yeah, non-responsive Ashura is non-responsive, though you might get something out of Agni and Sybil.]

shepherdsveritas

[Connor coughs softly before dictating]

I've been hearin' everythin' that's been goin' on at th'castle. I know someone offered th'Outpost as a safe spot, but I jus' wanted t'give another option. Y'know, jus' fer those've you who don't wanna go into th'Dead Zone.

My brother'n I've been fixin' up th'church in town. It's not much but it's out've th'castle an' it's safe. We've got cots 'n blankets an' such so y'don't hafta worry 'bout that. Yer all more'n welcome t'join us.

[Underneath his dictation he draws a very detailed map to direct people from the castle to the church. Should anyone come down they'll find him replacing some rotten floorboards inside.]

((ooc: Open over the journal or in the church. Come on down! Expect threadjacking from Murphy))

anothershirtruined

[In her career as an Egyptologist Amelia had faced down antiquities thieves, murderers masquerading as mummies, venomous snakes, reporters, tourists, and rascals of every description. Sometimes it had been difficult to tell them apart. She refused to allow the rumors of some strange creature in the hallways to frighten her.

And so, when she catches a glimpse of some strange dark blob out of the corner of her eye she lets out a cry and charges after it with her parasol.

But all to no avail. She is only able to get one good swing on it before it succeeds in stinging her ankle. She sits down heavily as it disappears.]

G-good heavens.

I believe I may be in need of some assistance.

fishy_go_byebye

[The message to evacuate had somehow gotten lost between a tumble out of the dryer and a visit in the lobby with dancing chalk.

That was okay. Evacuations made her her itch and her skin run away. It was better, to just try and avoid the fast and quite.]

...don't like that gunk, not really grape... ape ate ace face facilitatory ish ed mmm...

...bring back some of the rocks. Not from those caves, though, the sand is slimy...

[Her journal is being toted around by one cover, and occasionally the sounds of her muttering waft quiet words onto the pages.]

ectobabble

[for the second time this year, Ray finds himself suiting up to do battle against the supernatural forces of Paradisa ...

only, this time, he's not exactly sure what he's looking for. that's not about to stop him, though]

Okay, everyone, I know there's been a call to evacuate the castle, but I think those've us who can fend for ourselves should try to make an effort to get rid of these ... biting mystery things. I'm in the lobby if anyone wants to meet me so we can come up with a plan and share whatever information everyone has ... Venkman, I've already got the Cheez-Its.

((OOC: Threadjack at will, fellow lobster hunters! Since there won't be any official progress until Sunday, this is just time to get some new CR and wander around - think of it as the montage before the Big Fight.))

nothingtobelieve

This is the most amateur evacuation attempt I have ever witnessed.

[There's a 'thunk', which just might be the sound of a throwing knife lodging itself in a bit of woodwork as he fends off another skittering blob. Oddly, he sounds rather bored by it all.]

Try to conduct yourselves with some dignity.

[ooc: Open, journal or in person.]

youhavebeenflynned

[Harry is walking around the castle. He's on his guard with his gun drawn while he keeps and watchful eye on his surroundings. Harry is not the one to panic but the recent events with so many people getting attacked has strained him. The journal floats behind him and records everything. He then grabs the journal and speaks.]

So something is loose around here, biting people. I feel sorry for those who can't protect themselves against... whatever it is.

[After a few more steps something lands on his shoulder and he make s startled sound. He spins around and fires a few bullets.]

Damn it! Something attacked me! Damn thing was fast, can't tell if I hit it or not.

( Filtered to people with medical experience )

((OOC: This is set on the third day when people can get attacked. I've done some back tagging on day 2 victims, these will be back tagged even though Harry is out. Feel free to bump into Harry in the corridor or speak with him over the journals. He's losing consciousness fast though. The post is open for back tagging too.))

kamenriderdecade

[If there's one thing Tsukasa does well, it's take action when things seem tense. Unfortunately whatever the mysterious blobs attacking people are, they're fast. Too fast for him to get to, at least, so there's nothing he can really do at this stage except scour the castle for any signs of them.

At one point, he thinks he sees something out of the corner of his eyes, instinctively swinging his blade in that direction. He doesn't hit his target, instead unintentionally leaving a large scar along the wall closest to him. Whoops.]

...damn. Don't tell me I'm getting paranoid...

(ooc: Toootally open to everyone for action.)

bro_codebreaker

( ”Ted” )

[ever since Spike gave his hasty order to evacuate, the game room had been mostly neglected, save for one brave soul. all was quiet, and from his lofty perch, Barney Stinson was security guard of all he surveyed. coast clear, he planted one foot firmly in that pose of all poses, The Captain Morgan, and waited for his lieutenant to arrive]

[Ted read the filter. He had a plan, too. It involved going down and getting Barney and evacuating the shit out of the castle. Although, he supposed there was a step in between the second and third steps which included dealing with whatever Barney was going to do... Keeping this in mind, he made his way down to the game room, feeling none too secure with all the recordings in the journals of people dropping left and right. When he finally gets there, he lets out a sigh of relief, and...

… does this man even have a proper sense of danger? Apparently not, given that people going comatose doesn’t shake him, but driving a car at five meters an hour is apparently The Most Terrifying Thing.]

Barney?

Ted! [Barney grins] I’ve got it! I’ve got the perfect plan for staying away from the biting whatsis. C’mere, c’mere. Up on the couch. Quick.

[Ted seems exasperated.] Barney, we have to go! Now! Before one of those things gets in here!

No, see, you need to listen to the plan! We can avoid them entirely. I mean, they’re little skittery things, right? So the trick is to just -

- wait for it ….

stay off the floor. And there’s a martial art designed just for this very purpose! They use it in a bunch of spy movies.

[Frig, this is going to take forever if he doesn’t humor the guy, isn’t it? Ted sighs hard and gives Barney a look as he comes over.] Fine. As long as you can use your martial art to get us out of here. [He scrambles onto the top of the couch, eyes nervously darting to the side for a moment, before landing back on Barney.]

Alright, what is it?

[he shoots Ted an imperious, crafty smirk, and looks around the room] Observe. [cracking his knuckles, he bends his knees, shakes his arms to loosen up, takes a deep breath … and then leaps from the couch to the coffee table with a flourish, landing in what he hopes passes for a ninja crouch, but doesn’t look half as badass as he thinks it does] PARKOUR!

[......

….... what was that supposed to be even. Ted is just kind of standing hopelessly on the couch.]

Who?

Not who, Ted. What. And the what … is … [he dives into a roll, comes up, and jumps up to stand on the booster-stool next to one of the arcade games] PARKOUR!

[Why on Earth is Ted affiliated with this man?] Barney, this is serious! [He gets off the couch and hurries towards the door.] Come on, let’s go.

I am going! And it’s not gonna get me, either, because they’re all on the floor. … Oh. Oh, hey, check this. Off the stool, onto the game case and guitar storage ottoman, off the ottoman, on to the pool table. [he rubs his hands together] HARDCORE PARKOUR!

[and with that, he launches himself. sure, he knocks the ottoman over and games and controllers go flying everywhere, but he manages to land with his feet on it and make the flying leap onto the pool table. hauling himself up, he stands, triumphant, and brushes off his suit.]

See? I’m awesome.

[and then there’s a black blur speeding up out of one of the pool table pockets toward Barney’s feet. with the girliest scream that ever screamed, he dives off the table and onto the floor]

Oh Jesus Christ!! [Ted’s heart practically leaps into his throat at the sight of the thing, and so close to Barney’s feet! He rushes over to hurry Barney up.] Out. Out, now, Barney!!

Youdon’thavetotellmetwice! [he rushes for the door, the thing skittering after them]

[Shit, that thing is FAST. Ted looks around wildly, grabs a pool cue, and just

smacks it. And keeps smacking it. Smacking that damn thing like it’s a friggen wildfire, or perhaps some particularly disobedient pet.

What, that high-pitched noise coming out of him? That’s his war cry, definitely.]

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