Back inside, the angry guard is pulled back and tries to keep his balance as the increasing water was making him slip. The Cook expresses mock horror and pulls a face. "Oh no, keep in time or you'll ruin his song! Ha ha! Serves you-"
A giant wave crashes into him. Grub is surfing on the wave with a desk and grabs ahold of him by the neck collar, placing him ontop of it. He turns to salute him! "So you made the chili! I extend many thanks. Now, time to perform a search and rescue!" He steers the desk back to the Pilot and pokes the water with a foam noodle. "Uh...hope we didn't drown him...heh heh..."
The Cook rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
The Pilot momentarily vanishes beneath the wave, leaving no sign but a trail of large bubbles. Anyone with their head beneath the water hears distorted words, "Telllll her to wash it in yonnnnder dry wellllll, parsley, sage, rosemaryyyyy and thyme..." The Pilot then erupts from the water, still dragging the second guard by the arm. He takes in a brief gasp of air, before continuing the song not a second out of tune. "Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell...and then she'll be a true love of miiiiine..."
The Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother'-sister-in-law, meanwhile, stops as she sees the water approaching, and pulls an inflatable bed out of her handbag. Unhurriedly, she takes a long, deep breath, swelling up the size of a pufferfish, before exhaling into it. After several breaths, the inflatable is filled, and she seals the airhole before clambering on. As the water reaches her, she grabs the zimmer frame and lifts it onto the bed.
Watching the Pilot float peacefully above water, the stunned Cook and Grub begin to applaud. Falling forward as they ram into a wall, Cook is almost lost, desperately clinging to the side of the table. He looks to the end of the hallway and his eyes grow wide.
A fleet of guards sailing various office furniture are heading toward them. Standing on the arm of a large sofa, Dr. Elexander commands his men. "Secure the patients!"
Grabbing Grub's arm with his other hand, Cook begins to slip. "Don't let them take me mate! Help, I'd not let the waves claim me!"
Grub struggles to pull him up. "Arg, I-I'm trying!"
The Pilot's song echos through the hallway as Grub summons the last of his strength. "You...will...not...perish!"
He falls off the desk and smacks into a door. Vinny helps him up. "Nice of you to drop in."
The Pilot momentarily vanishes beneath the wave, leaving no sign but a trail of large bubbles. Anyone with their head beneath the water hears distorted words, "Telllll her to wash it in yonnnnder dry wellllll, parsley, sage, rosemaryyyyy and thyme..." The Pilot then erupts from the water, still dragging the second guard by the arm. He takes in a brief gasp of air, before continuing the song not a second out of tune. "Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell...and then she'll be a true love of miiiiine..."
The Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother'-sister-in-law, meanwhile, stops as she sees the water approaching, and pulls an inflatable bed out of her handbag. Unhurriedly, she takes a long, deep breath, swelling up the size of a pufferfish, before exhaling into it. After several breaths, the inflatable is filled, and she seals the airhole before clambering on. As the water reaches her, she grabs the zimmer frame and lifts it onto the bed.
Watching the Pilot float peacefully above water, the stunned Cook and Grub begin to applaud. Falling forward as they ram into a wall, Cook is almost lost, desperately clinging to the side of the table. He looks to the end of the hallway and his eyes grow wide.
A fleet of guards sailing various office furniture are heading toward them. Standing on the arm of a large sofa, Dr. Elexander commands his men. "Secure the patients!"
Grabbing Grub's arm with his other hand, Cook begins to slip. "Don't let them take me mate! Help, I'd not let the waves claim me!"
Grub struggles to pull him up. "Arg, I-I'm trying!"
The Pilot's song echos through the hallway as Grub summons the last of his strength. "You...will...not...perish!"
He falls off the desk and smacks into a door. Vinny helps him up. "Nice of you to drop in."
"Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..." The Pilot flaps his free arm wildly, ploughing through the water - guard in tow - and clambering on top of Dr Eelexander's sofa, where he settles down comfortably. "Which never bore blossom since Adam was born...and then she'll be a true love of mine..."
The Elderley Female Leprechaun, She of The Bottomless Handbag, dismantles his zimmer frame and uses the two longest poles to push against the walls, steering her inflatable bed in the direction of General Flame's room.
Watching the Pilot float peacefully above water, the stunned Cook and Grub begin to applaud. Falling forward as they ram into a wall, Cook is almost lost, desperately clinging to the side of the table. He looks to the end of the hallway and his eyes grow wide.
A fleet of guards sailing various office furniture are heading toward them. Standing on the arm of a large sofa, Dr. Elexander commands his men. "Secure the patients!"
Grabbing Grub's arm with his other hand, Cook begins to slip. "Don't let them take me mate! Help, I'd not let the waves claim me!"
Grub struggles to pull him up. "Arg, I-I'm trying!"
The Pilot's song echos through the hallway as Grub summons the last of his strength. "You...will...not...perish!"
He falls off the desk and smacks into a door. Vinny helps him up. "Nice of you to drop in."
"Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..." The Pilot flaps his free arm wildly, ploughing through the water - guard in tow - and clambering on top of Dr Eelexander's sofa, where he settles down comfortably. "Which never bore blossom since Adam was born...and then she'll be a true love of mine..."
The Elderley Female Leprechaun, She of The Bottomless Handbag, dismantles his zimmer frame and uses the two longest poles to push against the walls, steering her inflatable bed in the direction of General Flame's room.
Cook slips from Vinny's grasp, the last lines of Pilot's song encapsulating the dramatic scene as everything seems to slow down.
Behind him Dr. Elexander screams to the guards as lobsters attach themselves to his leg.
Further back, three guards doggie paddle to Pilot's location.
Sprawled face flat over the door is Rodge who weakly extends a hand upward. "Hi."
Guards could be heard yelling from across the hallway. "Quick! Get the sponge!"
Rodge immediately stiffens, sporting a large bruise on his forehead. "We can't let em get the sponge, they'll suck all the water dry! Hurry! Hop on board, we gotta sail out of here!"
*Flame is about to make the bruise even worse, but stops when Rodge says this. He does as Rodge suggests, realizing that perhaps this is the guy who helped start the flooding to begin with...*
*Flame is about to make the bruise even worse, but stops when Rodge says this. He does as Rodge suggests, realizing that perhaps this is the guy who helped start the flooding to begin with...*
OOC: Do I need to make another move...?
Thousands of aquariums lining the hallways of the Asylum begin to creak...
Rodge pulls out a series of antique poles used for games of pool from his pockets and hands one to Flame. "Got these from the break room. Start paddling!"
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jun 4, 2022 3:16:02 GMT
Dr. Elexander slaps away a flying fish and hollers to batonmaster500 the Guard. "hElP mEh!"
Swinging from one of the light fixtures, an aspiring Guard salutes to Elexander. "Don't worry sir, I got you!" Leaping off, the Guard performs a perfect flip...and smacks right into the concrete floor.
Jumping up and down, partially from frustration and partially from the pain of lobster pinchers, Dr. Elexander screams from the top of his lungs.
The vibrations shatter the glass of the aquariums, releasing thousands of aquatic life into the flooded hallways. A sinister fin emerges from the water...
Dr. Elexander slaps away a flying fish and hollers to batonmaster500 the Guard. "hElP mEh!"
Swinging from one of the light fixtures, an aspiring Guard salutes to Elexander. "Don't worry sir, I got you!" Leaping off, the Guard performs a perfect flip...and smacks right into the concrete floor.
Jumping up and down, partially from frustration and partially from the pain of lobster pinchers, Dr. Elexander screams from the top of his lungs.
The vibrations shatter the glass of the aquariums, releasing thousands of aquatic life into the flooded hallways. A sinister fin emerges from the water...
How did the Asylum get flooded? o.O
*I dash along the wall so as not to get wet and jump to the sofa, cleanly slicing the lobsters, then prying their claws apart and throwing them back into the water. This does have the side effect of getting blood from the lobsters into the water, though.* "What has happened?"
Thousands of aquariums lining the hallways of the Asylum begin to creak...
Rodge pulls out a series of antique poles used for games of pool from his pockets and hands one to Flame. "Got these from the break room. Start paddling!"
*Flame does as he says, guessing at which direction might be the exit*
"Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..." The Pilot flaps his free arm wildly, ploughing through the water - guard in tow - and clambering on top of Dr Eelexander's sofa, where he settles down comfortably. "Which never bore blossom since Adam was born...and then she'll be a true love of mine..."
The Elderley Female Leprechaun, She of The Bottomless Handbag, dismantles his zimmer frame and uses the two longest poles to push against the walls, steering her inflatable bed in the direction of General Flame's room.
Cook slips from Vinny's grasp, the last lines of Pilot's song encapsulating the dramatic scene as everything seems to slow down.
Behind him Dr. Elexander screams to the guards as lobsters attach themselves to his leg.
Further back, three guards doggie paddle to Pilot's location.
A flying fish slaps a fourth guard in the face...
OOC: Revival?
"Ask her to do me this courtesy, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And ask for a like favour from me, And then she;ll be a true love of mine...."
The Pilot continues singing blissfully, swishing his his right foot in the water in a way that soon results in the doctor's sofa starting to spin in a circle. As aqauatic lifeforms enter the corridor, a group of them congregate around him as he begins to conduct some sort of underwater orchestra.
Thousands of aquariums lining the hallways of the Asylum begin to creak...
Rodge pulls out a series of antique poles used for games of pool from his pockets and hands one to Flame. "Got these from the break room. Start paddling!"
*Flame does as he says, guessing at which direction might be the exit*
At the opposite end of the corridor to the one leading to the exit, a large inflatable bed rounds the corner. Flame might vaguely recognise the Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother's-sister-in-law, carrying a small handbag and sitting next to what looks like half a zimmer frame. The two longest poles have been removed, and the leprechaun is using them to paddle towards Flame with determination.
*Flame does as he says, guessing at which direction might be the exit*
At the opposite end of the corridor to the one leading to the exit, a large inflatable bed rounds the corner. Flame might vaguely recognise the Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother's-sister-in-law, carrying a small handbag and sitting next to what looks like half a zimmer frame. The two longest poles have been removed, and the leprechaun is using them to paddle towards Flame with determination.
*Flame narrows his eyes and tenses, ready to use his paddles to attack*
Dr. Elexander slaps away a flying fish and hollers to batonmaster500 the Guard. "hElP mEh!"
Swinging from one of the light fixtures, an aspiring Guard salutes to Elexander. "Don't worry sir, I got you!" Leaping off, the Guard performs a perfect flip...and smacks right into the concrete floor.
Jumping up and down, partially from frustration and partially from the pain of lobster pinchers, Dr. Elexander screams from the top of his lungs.
The vibrations shatter the glass of the aquariums, releasing thousands of aquatic life into the flooded hallways. A sinister fin emerges from the water...
How did the Asylum get flooded? o.O
*I dash along the wall so as not to get wet and jump to the sofa, cleanly slicing the lobsters, then prying their claws apart and throwing them back into the water. This does have the side effect of getting blood from the lobsters into the water, though.* "What has happened?"
Dipping his hand in the water, Elexander laughs. "This is bug juice, the lobsters aren't real!"
A doctor sporting glasses floats by on his office chair. "My experiments with jelly lobsters must have gotten loose...my mistake." He raises his seat and looks towards the end of the hallway. "Ah, but that shark looks quite...quite real."
Pointing an accusing finger with a lobster still attached to it at the doctor, Elexander clenches his teeth in frustration. "So that's where the utilities went...you've squandered my funds!" The sofa he was standing on then bumps into the door Flame and Rodge were piloting...
Cook slips from Vinny's grasp, the last lines of Pilot's song encapsulating the dramatic scene as everything seems to slow down.
Behind him Dr. Elexander screams to the guards as lobsters attach themselves to his leg.
Further back, three guards doggie paddle to Pilot's location.
A flying fish slaps a fourth guard in the face...
OOC: Revival?
"Ask her to do me this courtesy, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And ask for a like favour from me, And then she;ll be a true love of mine...."
The Pilot continues singing blissfully, swishing his his right foot in the water in a way that soon results in the doctor's sofa starting to spin in a circle. As aqauatic lifeforms enter the corridor, a group of them congregate around him as he begins to conduct some sort of underwater orchestra.
OOC: Perfection.
One of the guards is truly impressed and applauds.
Some of the fish become mesmerized by the Pilot's vocalization and twirl with excitement. Diving into the water, they arise along with an Asylum Guard and perform synchronized swimming.
At the opposite end of the corridor to the one leading to the exit, a large inflatable bed rounds the corner. Flame might vaguely recognise the Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother's-sister-in-law, carrying a small handbag and sitting next to what looks like half a zimmer frame. The two longest poles have been removed, and the leprechaun is using them to paddle towards Flame with determination.
*Flame narrows his eyes and tenses, ready to use his paddles to attack*
*The inflatable bed's progress is stalled by a school of fish obstructed the corridor*
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