[First! Voice/Action Post]
[Dreaming.
He circled his unwary nemesis, filled with terrible elation.
It's a brand new day, and the sun is high,
All the birds are singing that you're gonna die...
The barrel of the freeze ray glistened chrome and blue light, as he stepped down off the podium and approached the paralyzed Captain Hammer.
Look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up to the slaughter...
... Slipping, I think you're slipping... your disguise is slipping...
She took his hands, forcing a smile for his benefit even as the life drained from her eyes.
"Don't worry... Captain Hammer will save us..."
The vapid masses clamored around him, waving microphones and notepads.
"Dr. Horrible! Dr. Horrible, why did you kill her? Dr. Horrible, why...?"
Dully, he watched her corpse as it was wheeled away. A part of him would be watching it forever. He was still watching it when he shoved through the ornate wooden doors and took his rightful place at the table with the rest of the Evil League of Evil.
And I am... fine... I am fine...
He woke up.]
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[Dr. Horrible groaned softly, pressing gloved fingers to his temple to chase away phantasmal pain. The memory fled from the touch and he took a breath, opening his eyes and pushing himself up onto his hands.]
Grass... What? Unnngh...
[He climbed unsteadily to his feet and looked around. Trees. If it was a park, it wasn't one he recognized, and he quickly checked the gleaming metal gun strapped to his forearm. It powered up obediently when he flicked the switch, and he left it in standby mode just in case. His goggles were askew on his forehead and he straightened them, noticing a sleek black apparatus lying in the grass. His death ray... he knelt to lift it, but didn't require more than a glance to ascertain that it was heavily damaged. The venting chamber had burst, and the twisted metal was scorched around the edges. The LED read-out was cracked, and the power capsule that held the wonderflonium that fueled the device was badly ruptured. Assuming the wonderflonium itself was still intact, it was salvageable, but it would take at least thirty hours of dedicated work to do so. He grimaced and threw it at the ground.]
DAMMIT. What is this? Is anybody there?
[He craned his neck, looking around at the trees, but no buildings or open spaces were visible between the trunks. He was utterly lost, and clueless how he'd gotten into this situation - the last thing he remembered was working very diligently at his work desk, sipping Volt to stay away and blinking furiously behind his goggles because his eyes were dry and itchy from weariness.
He frowned, put-out by the lack of immediate response, and fished in his coat pocket for his iPhone. The screen powered up just fine, but the words 'UNABLE TO LOCATE NETWORK' flashed across its face. He scowled now, stabbing at the screen with his finger, trying to force the GPS to work, but all the program offered him was 'UNABLE TO CONNECT ; SEARCHING FOR SATELLITE...' and an ever-spinning arrow symbol. He muttered at it.]
Come on... work... what is going ON?
[He aimed a kick at the nearest tree, then spun around, hands out demandingly.]
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!
... [Sigh] Balls.
He circled his unwary nemesis, filled with terrible elation.
It's a brand new day, and the sun is high,
All the birds are singing that you're gonna die...
The barrel of the freeze ray glistened chrome and blue light, as he stepped down off the podium and approached the paralyzed Captain Hammer.
Look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up to the slaughter...
... Slipping, I think you're slipping... your disguise is slipping...
She took his hands, forcing a smile for his benefit even as the life drained from her eyes.
"Don't worry... Captain Hammer will save us..."
The vapid masses clamored around him, waving microphones and notepads.
"Dr. Horrible! Dr. Horrible, why did you kill her? Dr. Horrible, why...?"
Dully, he watched her corpse as it was wheeled away. A part of him would be watching it forever. He was still watching it when he shoved through the ornate wooden doors and took his rightful place at the table with the rest of the Evil League of Evil.
And I am... fine... I am fine...
He woke up.]
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[Dr. Horrible groaned softly, pressing gloved fingers to his temple to chase away phantasmal pain. The memory fled from the touch and he took a breath, opening his eyes and pushing himself up onto his hands.]
Grass... What? Unnngh...
[He climbed unsteadily to his feet and looked around. Trees. If it was a park, it wasn't one he recognized, and he quickly checked the gleaming metal gun strapped to his forearm. It powered up obediently when he flicked the switch, and he left it in standby mode just in case. His goggles were askew on his forehead and he straightened them, noticing a sleek black apparatus lying in the grass. His death ray... he knelt to lift it, but didn't require more than a glance to ascertain that it was heavily damaged. The venting chamber had burst, and the twisted metal was scorched around the edges. The LED read-out was cracked, and the power capsule that held the wonderflonium that fueled the device was badly ruptured. Assuming the wonderflonium itself was still intact, it was salvageable, but it would take at least thirty hours of dedicated work to do so. He grimaced and threw it at the ground.]
DAMMIT. What is this? Is anybody there?
[He craned his neck, looking around at the trees, but no buildings or open spaces were visible between the trunks. He was utterly lost, and clueless how he'd gotten into this situation - the last thing he remembered was working very diligently at his work desk, sipping Volt to stay away and blinking furiously behind his goggles because his eyes were dry and itchy from weariness.
He frowned, put-out by the lack of immediate response, and fished in his coat pocket for his iPhone. The screen powered up just fine, but the words 'UNABLE TO LOCATE NETWORK' flashed across its face. He scowled now, stabbing at the screen with his finger, trying to force the GPS to work, but all the program offered him was 'UNABLE TO CONNECT ; SEARCHING FOR SATELLITE...' and an ever-spinning arrow symbol. He muttered at it.]
Come on... work... what is going ON?
[He aimed a kick at the nearest tree, then spun around, hands out demandingly.]
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!
... [Sigh] Balls.