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neurotoxined) wrote2012-05-25 04:55 am
neurotoxined) wrote2012-05-25 04:55 am
00? [Video/Action for Goldenrod City, Fourth-Wall Event]
[Well! GLaDOS usually avoids showing herself on camera, but for now? She'll make a bit of an exception. The filming is a little shaky, the jittercam seeing to imply that there's a camera pokemon at work; probably Rotom, she takes that thing with her everywhere.
She hasn't regained her previous form - oh, no. So for those who are directly unfamiliar, there's now a very tall woman with long white hair on your feed! She's standing around in what looks like a...paintball field? The world's most sterile laser tag arena? Either way, there are a lot of white barriers around, set up in an unused back lot in Goldenrod, just on the outskirts of a residential area. Some are tilted at very odd angles, and there's one positioned high on the side of a neighboring apartment building, looking down on a neat row of barriers on the ground - that's where she's standing.
She's a bit overdressed for a game of paintball, if that's the case - she has a white shell of a dress on, hitting just above knee-length, and what looks like a black leotard of sorts under it, preventing anyone from seeing skin other than her face and hands; she has a brooch on her dress, various stones arranged in a row - purple, yellow, dark blue, red and another, far paler blue. However, the feed is being taken from high enough up to reveal that her choice in shoes is a bit...unusual; furthermore, in her hands, she has a -
...
... ... ...
Oh dear.
She has a very large case of "Oh dear", right in her hands there.
She smirks at the camera, amber eyes glinting behind her glasses.]
Hello, and welcome to Aperture Science's Temporary Non-Permanent Makeshift Enrichment Center. For those who have been looking for something to do with their lives, wanting to make a contribution to science, or simply needing a few extra dollars so that you're not sleeping outside tonight, you're in luck - we're looking for a few good men, a few good women, and you.
[Her voice is casual, an almost sing-song quality to it - surely that wasn't as backhanded as it sounded just now...? Either way, she moves on too quickly for it to be an issue!]
It's my pleasure to inform you that we're hiring; you're very necessary to Aperture Science's continued success, and since I don't have access to any deadly neurotoxins in this field, your chance of surviving the testing process has increased exponentially. But as always, cake and grief counseling will be offered after the testing process.
But if that's not enough to convince you...
[She turns around and fires that strange apparatus onto that barrier high up on the apartment buildings behind her; a ring of blue appears on the barrier in a spray of particles. She follows it with her gaze, as though calculating; she moves a couple of steps to the left, smirks wickedly at the camera and tosses her head a bit as though instructing whatever has the camera to back up some and change the angle to a side view. Once she seems satisfied that the whole setup is visible, she aims that device straight down.
An orange portal forms beneath her, linking instantaneously with the first blue portal; she drops abruptly through it, emerging immediately through the blue portal, lined up to drop her through the orange a second time. And with that momentum, she flings herself onto one of those strangely-angled platforms a great distance away.
Speedy thing goes in, speedy thing comes out.
She lands hard, those boots making a hell of a noise, but she doesn't seem harmed.
The camera...rather enthusiastically catches up to her; she flicks some of her hair out of her face casually.]
...for a few hours of your time, the power to bend physics can be yours! Any takers?
[OOC: Extending a welcome to fourth-wall to the non-Route players!
If there are, in fact, any takers, there are portal guns and long-fall boots for everyone - while GLaDOS is more than welcome to talk you through the testing process (and might be persuaded to join you in doing science, because she has to admit that flinging was kind of fun), she's also content to simply observe all thesuckers test subjects rather than interact. Basically, GLaDOS doesn't need to be interacted with at all should you choose to mingle with others and want to just have fun with portals, but you're more than welcome to play with her as well!
The long-fall boots are required for all test subjects, though she really doesn't give a damn if you want to break your legs so you're more than welcome to try this without them - and yes, gentlemen, they all come with heels.
And because I know somebody is going to ask, NO, THERE ACTUALLY IS NO CAKE. What were you expecting?]
She hasn't regained her previous form - oh, no. So for those who are directly unfamiliar, there's now a very tall woman with long white hair on your feed! She's standing around in what looks like a...paintball field? The world's most sterile laser tag arena? Either way, there are a lot of white barriers around, set up in an unused back lot in Goldenrod, just on the outskirts of a residential area. Some are tilted at very odd angles, and there's one positioned high on the side of a neighboring apartment building, looking down on a neat row of barriers on the ground - that's where she's standing.
She's a bit overdressed for a game of paintball, if that's the case - she has a white shell of a dress on, hitting just above knee-length, and what looks like a black leotard of sorts under it, preventing anyone from seeing skin other than her face and hands; she has a brooch on her dress, various stones arranged in a row - purple, yellow, dark blue, red and another, far paler blue. However, the feed is being taken from high enough up to reveal that her choice in shoes is a bit...unusual; furthermore, in her hands, she has a -
...
... ... ...
Oh dear.
She has a very large case of "Oh dear", right in her hands there.
She smirks at the camera, amber eyes glinting behind her glasses.]
Hello, and welcome to Aperture Science's Temporary Non-Permanent Makeshift Enrichment Center. For those who have been looking for something to do with their lives, wanting to make a contribution to science, or simply needing a few extra dollars so that you're not sleeping outside tonight, you're in luck - we're looking for a few good men, a few good women, and you.
[Her voice is casual, an almost sing-song quality to it - surely that wasn't as backhanded as it sounded just now...? Either way, she moves on too quickly for it to be an issue!]
It's my pleasure to inform you that we're hiring; you're very necessary to Aperture Science's continued success, and since I don't have access to any deadly neurotoxins in this field, your chance of surviving the testing process has increased exponentially. But as always, cake and grief counseling will be offered after the testing process.
But if that's not enough to convince you...
[She turns around and fires that strange apparatus onto that barrier high up on the apartment buildings behind her; a ring of blue appears on the barrier in a spray of particles. She follows it with her gaze, as though calculating; she moves a couple of steps to the left, smirks wickedly at the camera and tosses her head a bit as though instructing whatever has the camera to back up some and change the angle to a side view. Once she seems satisfied that the whole setup is visible, she aims that device straight down.
An orange portal forms beneath her, linking instantaneously with the first blue portal; she drops abruptly through it, emerging immediately through the blue portal, lined up to drop her through the orange a second time. And with that momentum, she flings herself onto one of those strangely-angled platforms a great distance away.
Speedy thing goes in, speedy thing comes out.
She lands hard, those boots making a hell of a noise, but she doesn't seem harmed.
The camera...rather enthusiastically catches up to her; she flicks some of her hair out of her face casually.]
...for a few hours of your time, the power to bend physics can be yours! Any takers?
[OOC: Extending a welcome to fourth-wall to the non-Route players!
If there are, in fact, any takers, there are portal guns and long-fall boots for everyone - while GLaDOS is more than welcome to talk you through the testing process (and might be persuaded to join you in doing science, because she has to admit that flinging was kind of fun), she's also content to simply observe all the
The long-fall boots are required for all test subjects, though she really doesn't give a damn if you want to break your legs so you're more than welcome to try this without them - and yes, gentlemen, they all come with heels.
And because I know somebody is going to ask, NO, THERE ACTUALLY IS NO CAKE. What were you expecting?]
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So he'll be sneaking around your field, sans equipment, trying to avoid you.]
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Well, just look who it is.
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Rattmann freezes for a second because no fuck you go away, then turns to chuck an Aperture Science coffee mug at her.]
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That just makes you an ideal candidate, then, doesn't it?
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Backing away slowly.]
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Wh...]
Oh. It's you.
[That's...decidedly less bitter than it might have been a while back, before the Unfortunate Things and the potato and the...Wheatley, but it's still none too impressed there, Chell.]
I thought I told you to get out. Not to come back.
[You can have a rather wicked grin for your effort, however.]
But since you just can't seem to stay away, I don't see why I shouldn't...humor you.
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[You know what's not cool? Being a core incapable of moving on your own.]
[Have a core!Wheatley, GLaDOS! Please try to refrain from kicking him.]
Ah, hello? Down here! I don't have any bloody arms to wave at you with, but pay attention to me! Please. See, I've even asked nicely. Now would you be so kind as to pick me up? Yes, yes, I know it's a lot of heavy lifting on your part and I know you wouldn't want to strain yourself doing that but I'm asking you nicely. If you could just put me... oh, I don't know, in the labs? Yes, the labs sound good. Or really anywhere that isn't here, on the ground. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a football.
[Ugh, he hates having to ask you for help.]
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She'll just be utilizing the equipment she already has on; she drops down from the platform, the longfall boots making another one of those horrid heavy sounds as she lands, and makes her way over to you, smirking like a raging douche the entire time.]
You know, if I really wanted to, I could take that "anywhere that isn't here" thing and put you somewhere else entirely.
Like a potato battery. That would be somewhere else, wouldn't it?
[She still has a grip on that portal gun; she uses that to pick Wheatley up, rather than doing it herself, thank you.]
Somehow, I don't think you would like that very much.