A Bad First Impression [Open]
Who: Gwendolyn and YOU
What: Gwendolyn's arrival goes... badly.
When: Early evening sometime.
Where: The new arrivals/the adjacent hallways and (possibly) a men's bathroom.
Warnings: Just an armed Valkyrie, robots trying to subdue her and fire-retardant suppression foam...
Gwendolyn reclined exhaustively on a bench, lowering her head solemnly. The Valkyrie princess had a long day. Things did not go well since coming on the Thor. From the moment the flickering fluorescent lights of the ship made her aware that she was no longer in the Kingdom of Erion she demanded answers. Where was she? What happened with the armies of the dead? Where was Oswald? The blunt and unsympathetic tone of the Vogon did nothing to allay her concerns. So she brought the spear up to what Gwendolyn only thought was its chin.
Before she knew what was happening defense droids were combing the place, intending to subdue her. Well, that’s what she supposed they were there for. She did not wait for their restraints to shackle her before attacking. With frantic precision the electrical guts of dozens of security droids began to fly everywhere. Their cracked carapaces smoldered as she moved, fighting vigorously for the security desk. Her body pounded up against the force field that was quickly put up by the fearful Vogon. He quickly reasoned that the paperwork for ensuring the proper safety protocol was in place could wait in lieu of his own safety - demotion for doing so be damned. Yet the Valkyrie was not deterred, the magical spear swathing effortlessly through the barrier. More droids descended upon her, forcing her to focus on them before her intended target. The fearful Vogon peed his pants as yet more droids were dispatched. Their sizzling circuits showered everywhere, one flying up to the fire detection system.
That’s when the shit really hit the fan.
Instantaneously the entire room was flooded with chalky foamy fire-retardant suppression gel. But that was not enough to stop the robots from entering the room to prevent the dissenter. Coated with suppression gel, Gwendolyn knew that there was no point in continuing the fight. She wouldn’t be able to tell what was falling forms and what was a fleeing Vogon. With no other options she charged blindly for the exit she came into, hoping the only things moving towards her were the robots intending to subdue her. Within moments the room was full of foam, spear twirls and robot guts.
The next few moments were a blur. Perhaps she staggered into a few of the men’s restrooms looking for a place to run off to. Perhaps she got filmed by a perverted alien monster that intended to post that sort of thing on flacker. In the end the young Valkyrie had found her way to this particular bench of the main observatory deck. A multitude of stars shining down upon her, their alignment was not one that she was used to.
She really wasn’t on Erion. Where was she? How did she get here? What were those creatures and what was that frothy mess dripping from her armor?
As she blinked into the vastness of the starry night her mind turned to Oswald.
…She hoped he was safe and would she would find him soon…
What: Gwendolyn's arrival goes... badly.
When: Early evening sometime.
Where: The new arrivals/the adjacent hallways and (possibly) a men's bathroom.
Warnings: Just an armed Valkyrie, robots trying to subdue her and fire-retardant suppression foam...
Gwendolyn reclined exhaustively on a bench, lowering her head solemnly. The Valkyrie princess had a long day. Things did not go well since coming on the Thor. From the moment the flickering fluorescent lights of the ship made her aware that she was no longer in the Kingdom of Erion she demanded answers. Where was she? What happened with the armies of the dead? Where was Oswald? The blunt and unsympathetic tone of the Vogon did nothing to allay her concerns. So she brought the spear up to what Gwendolyn only thought was its chin.
Before she knew what was happening defense droids were combing the place, intending to subdue her. Well, that’s what she supposed they were there for. She did not wait for their restraints to shackle her before attacking. With frantic precision the electrical guts of dozens of security droids began to fly everywhere. Their cracked carapaces smoldered as she moved, fighting vigorously for the security desk. Her body pounded up against the force field that was quickly put up by the fearful Vogon. He quickly reasoned that the paperwork for ensuring the proper safety protocol was in place could wait in lieu of his own safety - demotion for doing so be damned. Yet the Valkyrie was not deterred, the magical spear swathing effortlessly through the barrier. More droids descended upon her, forcing her to focus on them before her intended target. The fearful Vogon peed his pants as yet more droids were dispatched. Their sizzling circuits showered everywhere, one flying up to the fire detection system.
That’s when the shit really hit the fan.
Instantaneously the entire room was flooded with chalky foamy fire-retardant suppression gel. But that was not enough to stop the robots from entering the room to prevent the dissenter. Coated with suppression gel, Gwendolyn knew that there was no point in continuing the fight. She wouldn’t be able to tell what was falling forms and what was a fleeing Vogon. With no other options she charged blindly for the exit she came into, hoping the only things moving towards her were the robots intending to subdue her. Within moments the room was full of foam, spear twirls and robot guts.
The next few moments were a blur. Perhaps she staggered into a few of the men’s restrooms looking for a place to run off to. Perhaps she got filmed by a perverted alien monster that intended to post that sort of thing on flacker. In the end the young Valkyrie had found her way to this particular bench of the main observatory deck. A multitude of stars shining down upon her, their alignment was not one that she was used to.
She really wasn’t on Erion. Where was she? How did she get here? What were those creatures and what was that frothy mess dripping from her armor?
As she blinked into the vastness of the starry night her mind turned to Oswald.
…She hoped he was safe and would she would find him soon…