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[o1] ♮ MISSION ONE.

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Rhyth, her roomies, and whoever else runs into her!
Setting: Monday Morning: Room 2-15 -> Media Level -> Everywhere Else (afternoon)
Format: Action.
Summary: Another rudie arrives but this one has to adjust to her environment first...
Warnings: Possibly monsters, language, graffiti. Your character may get run over as well if not careful. Otherwise I'll add as they pop up!

[Room 2-15]

[ She would've screamed if she could have during the sleep paralysis. It frightened her--after all, she didn't remember going to sleep in a bed. She remembered taking a nap in her sleeping bag, crashing with the other GGs at the garage after a long day. She'd come back from work exhausted and wanted a nap. That night, though, she got paid, and had planned to spot a big dinner for everyone later in the week.

Kind of the last thing the girl expected was waking up in... well, an actual bed? She hadn't for ages. She usually crashed in a sleeping bag. When she awakes, she fumbles out of the bed, flipping out... just a little. ]

This is crazy, I've GOT to get this ugly thing off. Yuuuck, this is as bad as a Rokkaku uniform...

[ And right then and there with absolutely no shits given she finds her stuff in her trunk and pulls off the ugly white jumpsuit, changing into her actual clothing, which is kind of crazy, before pulling her skates on. She loads up on the graffiti cans in her trunk, as well. Thankfully the flickery power is on for once, as she pulls a mirror out and starts putting on make up. She hasn't yet read the notes given to her, instead, they're on her bed... she'll be in for a shock when she does. ]

[Media Level (Floor 14)]

[ Or maybe you've found Rhyth here after that trying to fiddle with things and finding herself. Eventually, she turns on some music, but it's not as good as what she wants. ]

Man, where is DJ-K when we need him? I miss his tunes...

[EVERYWHERE ELSE (specify, or don't!)]

[ After that, you can find Rhyth exploring all the floors she can reach, though you might run into her skating away or into monsters as she tags some with graffiti and performs some pretty ridiculous gymnastics. Grinding the stair rails is also a thing she'll be doing, so watch out if you're going up or down!

... Or you might just find her in a hallway or on a floor with a plain blank wall spraying graffiti. Either way, you're bound to bump into her somehow. ]

[ ooc: Edited this a bit to reflect info on Monday morning, namely the return of power. ]

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[ She grins. ]

Hey there, Bug Eyes. Trying to live up to your name?

[ She's teasing as always of course. ]

Bug Eyes? [He puts a hand over his heart, making a mockery of her insolence. He's been called much worse than 'Bug Eyes', and he carries that fact with pride.] That hurts, Cellophane. You've bruised me for all time.

I dunno, Beat. See, there's these things here, I found... you really should try them.

[ She grins, mischievous. ]

They're called showers.

[The body language suggests he's rolling his eyes (and quite dramatically at that), but of course, who can even tell?]

Rhyth, we've been over this. I get more water drenched on me in a day than most people do in a week. I don't need to spend my precious time on doin' it more.

[Twice a week. That's all he'll give ya.]

[ Just from being around Beat she can tell he IS rolling his eyes--the good thing about being around the GGs for long enough meant she... knew 'em all pretty well. Either way, she scoffs. ]

Please. Even Yoyo manages to do more than just fall into the water in Rokakku-dai Heights. Try this thing called SOAP.

[ She shrugs, though, sighing. ]

Anyway, what're YOU doing with a bat? Did the cops show up here....?

Man, who needs soap? Not me. Besides, if Yoyo does it, then it's for pussies. [He folds his arms, frowning almost childishly. Because obviously Yoyo is the very antithesis of what a rudie should be, right? Right. Totally. Looooo-ser.]

No, not the cops. [Except for the one sleeping in his room.] But believe it or not, there are actual monsters here -- hellhounds and zombies an' shit. You can't spray those fuckers.

[ She ignores the first comment. I mean, it's true, but... she likes Yoyo. He's aderpable. ]

... What? Seriously?!? No way!

Way. [Beat nods. He ran into a horde of them himself a few days ago, and basically had to resort to bashing their heads in to keep them down. Tough little snots. But that was before he had a ~*nailbat*~.] I mean, you can probably kill most of 'em with your hands if you go for long enough, but this is just handy.

... No way. You're saying our paint is... useless?!

[ Sorry, she's just balking. She's so used to it being able to conquer anything she's being an airhead about this. OF COURSE IT WOULD BE, MONSTERS, DUH. It'll... sink in eventually.

Probably. ]

That's... freaky!! Do you think Rokkaku's responsible? He always was funny... oh, but in a bad way.

[ The last part is sort of tacked on. ]

Pretty much. [He nods, scowling.] You can keep 'em down and stun them, for all it's worth. But monsters? Never run away.

[You thought you were in a bad mood already, Beat? Well, it gets a whole lot worse. Thank God the goggles hide his eyes at the word 'Rokkaku', and his mouth is already as tight a line as it will go. But that lunatic is still fresh in his mind.] ...That's what I think. No other gang can manage to pull off a stunt like this.

[ ... This is serious. She can recognize that. ]

... Wouldn't surprise me, to be honest. Who else would have the resources for this? Besides, he wanted to build a tower. This is definitely a tower.

So what should we do?

[ She knows you're not the leader or anything and she might tease, but she's sure Beat's got a plan. ... Right? ]

[He... kind of does? And even if he didn't, he wouldn't admit that in a million years.]

We have to find Rokkaku. Once we get a grip on him then everything else should be easy, or at least doable.

[ Nodding. Okay, so that's easy enough, she hopes. ]

... Hmmm. Well, if it's him, he'd be... probably somewhere safe, I dunno. Near the top of this place, maybe? Hidden probably, unless he was gonna be funny and make another radio-takeover, but there's no real... sound system here, so I don't think so?

[ She's thinking aloud, and her thoughts are a little scatterbrained (it's Rhyth), but she is trying! ]

And um, if there's monsters, maybe I need to find a weapon or something...

The top of the tower is the dorms, right? You really think he'd put it up there? [Beat takes a moment to think (!), and considers that this is Rokkaku they're talking about.] ...Yeah, he probably would. But it could also be below us, like an underground lab or something. That's his style, I'd say.

[Great, so they need to find the control room, first of all. From there, they should find Rokkaku, or at least people who can direct them to him... under the right circumstances.]

You do, yeah. Um... knives?

... Well, those both sound viable, unless he's got like a super hi-tech hidden control room above the dorms. ... He probably doesn't. ... Right?

[ RHYTH THIS IS NOT THE POINT okay okay, back on track. ]

Um... hm. Kitchen floor would probably have some knives, maybe? I'll go look into it. I'm not exactly armed, I mean, this is kind of crazy even for US. And there's no cans anywhere. We're gonna have to be super careful.

[ Pause. Very... long... pause... ]

... You too, stupid. Don't go getting killed or anything.

It ain't impossible. [He shrugs. They have probably one of the richest and craziest men on Earth, and if he's responsible for this tower, then anything can happen.]

Yeah, it sucks. But until we find a way to get out of here...

[Aaaaaaaawkward.]

[...But then he returns to the usual cocky smile.] Come on. I made it this far, didn't I? I'm not gonna die here.

[ ... Teasingly, just to lighten the air; ]

Heehee! Oh, please! They'll smell you so fast you'll not know what to do with yourself when the zombies are gnawing on your face!

[ Wait. Important question. ]

... Can zombies smell? ... Anyway, I'm gonna go look for... a knife or something. Why don't we just hang here when we need to regroup? It's WAY better than that ugly dorm.

[Aaaand guess who can't resist a jab at his ego? The answer is this guy.]

Um, what about you? [He thrusts his arms out at her to prove his point.] They'd get so insulted by your horrible haircut that they'd just set to work ripping it off!

Yeah, let's. The beds were skeeving me out anyway.

Please, if there are any fashion conscientious zombies out there, then they will know MY haircut is WAY better than your ugly mug. Blue is so IN. What d'you even cut your hair with anyway, a faceplant burnout or something? Did you just drag it across the road as you ate asphalt?

[ She sticks her tongue out at him jokingly, before turning her back. ]

Well, whatever, I'm gonna go look and stuff. When I find something to chop 'em up with and if I find anything I'll deal with your stupid fat head later.

[ She might be teasing, but it's her way of telling him to really not get hurt and that she cares and wants to meet you back here in awhile okay? Okay. ]

Um, hey. My hair is compact. If you want to get your face ground in by propeller blades because your luscious flowing locks [he's totally grasping for straws here] got too close, then be my guest, dog.

[KANYE SHRUG.]

Yeah, whatever. See you around, Cellophane.

[He got her intended meaning loud and clear. And in true rudie fashion, he replied in kind; this particular snippy comment means "Good luck, stay safe, see you in a few hours". It's like they're telekinetic. Seriously, if they had walkie-talkies, Rhyth and Beat could baffle anyone listening in to their conversations because everything would be conveyed in smartass shorthand.]

[ They probably could. She just skates off without another word to go down to the Cafeteria floor, hoping to get lucky.

... He'd better not get hurt like a dumbfuck or something. ]

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[o1] ♮ MISSION ONE.

awwww yeeees

Paaaaar-tay

party haaard

party rockin' in the tower toniiiiight

)o)

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