Rebel 1: Action!!

[planetcrusher]

Characters: Makoto Nanaya and a buncha other doods (Psst, that's you guys.)
Setting: The Library (Floor 3), the Media Room (Floor 14) and Anywhere Else (SHARK. SHARK PARTY.)
Format: Aaaaction spam!!
Summary: Makoto does things. Mostly like exploring, experimenting and researching just wtf's going on. There might also be some shark punching and vidja games, but I'm sure everything's happening for a perfectly understandable and justifiable reason. Somewhere in there.
Warnings: Slight language, most likely. Will update.





Library

[Zip, zilch, nadda and nothing.

Who woulda guessed that neither Library would've contained a single damn text useful at all to the situation? Anyone? Show of hands? ... Yeah, her either, but at least the variety was nice - not to mention the peculiar removal of certain books and genres. Psychology, technology, astral projection... Plus History's been yoinked entirely? Seems kinda fishy, especially once you get on the network to do the math.

What math? Why, it's elementary!

If you can manage to piece together how these faulty machines work, filtering juicy details on the Network can be a snap - especially things that may have, y'know, kinda sorta maybe been "deleted" in the past. It's enough to make for one helluva freshman orientation that alleviates a lot of problems up-front, mainly in figuring out just what the hell's been going on as well as what's happened in the past... Particularly useful given last month's clusterfuck and the beefed up security that followed suit. Girl can't go around interviewing people without them giving you the stink eye - and how can you tell who's legit and who isn't in this place? There's just too many variables.

Anyhow, the important bit is that apparently these bodies are fake - which would explain the astral projection, and she's willing to bet all the pecans that History's not gone due to being the most boring subject on the planet, but the fact that something happened here that might be similar to what's apparently happened to her home. Maybe these Administrators are experimenting some sorta fix? Or.. they were. Until they got their jollies off on playing the world's most demented game of "Operation" on its inhabitants. W h u p s. At least the whole 'fake bodies' thing explains the lack of the technology and psychology sections as well.

Can't piece together this space whale bit, though. Which is what leaves her dumbfounded at the nearest network terminal, feet kicked up on a nearby pile of books]




Media Room

[No dig dug.

Y'know? She was only kidding about the dig-dug thing before. Hell, she's only REALLY played the game once and it's old as hell, but none of the classics are here! Or anything else recognizable, for the matter, but it could be worse. There's only so many times you can "HD TURBO REMIX EDITION" the same fighting games before they get stale - or you wanna put a controller through the TV because you JUST bought the same game last month -- but that's a story for another thread time.

S'ides, there's tons of other games here she's never even heard of! And creepy TV static aside, this floor wasn't so bad! Beats the hell outta the meat dimension or the room with all the blood and screaming ... Seriously, the heck's up with that? Bug a gaming squirrel?]




Anywhere Else

[Back in the day, Papa Makoto would go deep sea fishing when he wasn't too busy flexing his pecs in Momma's general direction. Naturally, being the oldest, wisest and most favored child in the Nanaya family, (not bias at all. nope.) Makoto got a few rare opportunities to see just what it was like to wrestle gigantic, near demonic sea-beasts to death with nothing but her bare hands, an acorn and a metric shitton of determination - a specific set of skills that she puts to use on the aquarium floor. Or rather, a set of skills she's already demonstrated, as Makoto can be found venturing back down through the floors quite literally dragging a gigantic shark corpse in tow.

The scariest part is that she doesn't look any worse for wear! That and this is apparently the most normal thing on the planet with how nonchalant she is about the whole thing.]

Comments

on his way to the kitchen

[fingerbangingood]

[Being one who enjoyed good food and a fight, Yusuke was still soaking wet from his trip, and holding a large shark as well. He smirked, humming a tune as he walked. That was when he saw her, walking closer as well.]

I see great minds think alike!

[planetcrusher]

Must'a been shark week, amirite? Pretty bitchin' catch!

[Give her five!]

[fingerbangingood]

I'll say. Wish they put up more of a fight though. More fun that way!

[And he proceeds to do so!]

[planetcrusher]

Eh, only so much one can do without the use of apposable thumbs afterall. Some of the baddies in this place can put up a helluva fight if that's what you're worried about! Makoto Nanaya by the way, you?

[FINALLY someone who can appreciate the bro code!]

Media room

[bloodredandblack]

[Reimu was just getting into this video game business. As in, she knew absolutely nothing about it.

But what she did enjoy was shooting zombies. A lot. And bullets weren't entirely unfamiliar to her since she just assumed it was magic. Kind of like Marisa's magical items but this one seemed to have a counter on how many times it could be shot.

Getting used to the controls was difficult but Reimu happened to be a natural at anything she picked up (blessed by the gods and all that) so she was having fun.

But right now, she burst into the room to steal a spot to play games on. And Miss Familiar was over here.]

Yo!

[planetcrusher]

[Makoto leans back in her seat with a smile, holding one hand up in greeting]

Yo Reimu! Pull up a seat, I'm just about to beat a record! You want in?

[bloodredandblack]

Beat what record?

[Whether or not she wants in, she grabs a seat by her to sit in.]

What are you even doing?

media room;

[integrous]

.. Woah, they really have video games here?

[ Don't mind the loud girl suddenly popping up there. She's standing behind where Makoto is sitting, her face an obvious expression of surprise. With the way this tower seemed, she didn't think they'd actually have good things, but.. well, this doesn't seem half bad. She's amazed enough. ]

[planetcrusher]

Hehee, I know, right? Hell's the last place you'd expect to come stockpiled with a collection of halfway decent videogames, even if they are all knockoffs.

[Makoto looks back at the girl with a smile]

But hey, I'm not gonna turn down the offer! I'll take this over the ballpit or meat dimension anyday.

[integrous]

[ Not like Asahi realises what the other girl means by the last part, she just takes it has to be something from her own world, maybe.. so instead she plops down on a chair as well, staring at the game Makoto's playing at the moment. ]

What do you mean, knockoffs? A game's a game, right?

Media Room

[gomu_ningen]

Enamored with the concept of playing a movie book on a magical screen, Luffy had nestled himself into the floor in front of one of the vintage televisions. His thumb was frantically rapid-firing as he worked the joystick to cross over the countless logs and crocodiles that kept coming his way.

He's making quite the racquet for someone playing a 2600, but nothing like this even existed in Luffy's world, so forgive him if he shouts and screams like Tarzan one too many times.

He'll have his back to the squirrel, only slightly oblivious to her pressence as he dodged the many pitfalls and ropes on the screen. For an amateur, he wasn't half bad.

[planetcrusher]

Don't worry Luffy, Sensei's watching very carefully from over your shoulder, arms crossed. This kid's technique ... while sloppy, he's still nearly mastered the basics from the moment he laid hands on the controller! Truly a prodigy in the making.

"Eeey, not half bad! You new at this?" color her impressed! Might this spindley lookin' guy provide a genuine challenge?! She'll have to monitor him a bit more closely.

[gomu_ningen]

Luffy pauses the game, flicking the small tab on the consople, turning around to see who was peering over his shoulder.

"Huh? A pretty squirrel?"

There's a bit of silence before Luffy is literally pressing his nose against her own, staring deep and hard into her eyes as they squint.

".. Have you seen a reindeer man around here?"

Media Room

[gothic_temptress]

Aversa's knowledge of technology was limited to little more then random computer screens and keyboards she had seen littered throughout the tower in the week since she had arrived.

Needless to say, the frantic action of Makoto's videogaming was a bit more interesting then talking to people via text and garbled video.

"Now what do we have here?" She said looking just over the squirrel-girl's shoulder.

[planetcrusher]

These games may not have been familiar, but she's picking it up pretty fast! Aversa's sudden appearance doesn't seem to cloud her focus either - no, this is a well practiced and honed art, cultivated by years of thrashing her younger siblings into the proverbial dirt of complete and utter videogame submission time after time again. At this rate, nothing can spoil her ironclad focus!

"Oh this?" she snickers, kicking her feet up onto a nearby table as she basks in the fact that she's already garnering an audience. "Ain't nothing special, just your run 'o the mill space racing game! The graphics are a little substandard and I prefer Wipeout myself, bu-" Woah, woah, woah, woah. How come nobody told Makoto her audience was such a BABE?

Ignore the fact that she just wiped out, Aversa.

"... Whups. Hey, whatevs! Wanna give it a shot? S' much easier to explain if we're racing eachother!" And now she's offering you that same controller. "Don't worry, stick it out with me and you'll be thrashin' newbs in no time flat!"

[gothic_temptress]

Well why not? It wasn't like she had anything better to do -besides annoying her former enemies anyway-.

"This "game" seems interesting enough." Aversa spoke with one hand held close to her chin. "I imagine it won't hurt to try for a little bit."

Taking the controller from Makoto, she fiddles with it for a moment before crashing her vehicle into a nearby wall and letting out a string of curses in a strange language.

"It appears I need assistance."

Media Room

[scentofmakai]

[Squirrel girl, meet bug boy.]

That game gets boring really fast, try this one instead. The gameplay's way better.

[planetcrusher]

[B-but she likes the weird, pigeon dating simulator...]

Oh yeah? Huh! I'll check it out in a sec. By the by, do we ever get new games around here?

[scentofmakai]

Not that I've noticed. And I've been here a while.

Library

[tohko_amano]

[Most of the time, Tohko was a pretty nice librarian, even if she was constantly moving around to try and shake off her stalker drone. However, when she saw a girl at the terminals propping her feet up with books, she knew that this wasn't right. Frowning, she walked over to the girl.]

What are you doing? You can't just use books as footrests! It'll damage their covers and their pages!

[planetcrusher]

[Makoto blinks, hitting a string of keys with a flourish to instantly log out of the Network upon hearing an unfamiliar voice]

Eeeh? Oh! My bad! These terminal chairs are just killer on the tush!

[tohko_amano]

That may be, but if they're hurting you, you can probably grab some cushions from the media room or something. Don't use the books! They're not furniture!

Aquarium

[warriorscribe]

*It had been a while since he'd been to this floor. Enoch just wanted to watch some fish.

What he found instead was a woman with squirrel features hauling a large shark corpse towards the stairs. Makoto will be on the receiving end of the first of likely many incredulous stares.*

[planetcrusher]

[Pssh, incredulous? This ain't no big, Enoch! Upon passing, she even holds her hand out for a high-five! Put 'er there.]

Heya! Uhm, you think it'll be cool if I take this lil' fellah downstairs to whip up some grub? I can't stand the greenhouse special we've got this month.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looks at the raised hand, curious, his lack of recognition plain. It looked kind of like a casual hail, if hails were aggressive.*

Ah... Others have cooked their own food there in the past. I don't see why you couldn't...