[ We find Our Heros gathering for dinner. Eric's been cooking a while, and for three; Peter is in the kitchen waiting, as are two people some of you may or may not recognize as Bobby and Remmy. Currently, they're commenting on how good whatever Eric has cooking smells. ] Hank is also here, and Miya vanished once she saw him. Poor Miya. ;_;] [ Lastly, Ororo is in the kitchen working on a salad with chicken in it. If any of you are unfamiliar with any of the characters I've named, I'll give descriptions of them here in channel. ] ( Does Ororo have a mohawk? ) ( GOD NO. ) ( Not at this time, no. She's got her big 80's hair instead. ) [ Session Start! ] * Alex walks into the kitchen and sniffs. "Something smells good." * Claire will start! She comes into the kitchen, humming the original Zelda theme. ( Aw nuts. I missed it by >< that much. ) ( I win! ) * Alex flinches a little as Claire enters. "What IS that tune?" ( Now you've got that damn tune running through my head. It's almost as bad as the Bubble Bobble theme. ) * Eric is being a master on the grill right now, looking over his nation of 8 oz. T-bones and nodding approvingly. There's a bit of gravy in a pot simmering, with some warm biscuts in the oven proclaiming their buttermilky goodness to the room. He's got some veggies steaming as well, and he takes some mushrooms and onions and adds them to the steaks for a nice sizzling sound... * Claire smiles at Alex. "The Legend of Zelda." That's a video game,isn't it? Eh, yeah. Sure is! It's a landmark in the video game industry. Sure. Whatever you say. * Claire grins to herself. "It's got moblins! When I was younger, I wanted one for a pet." But one of the orange ones. I didn't like the blue ones as much. * Harry eats bunches of mostly uncooked food, stealing sneaky glances at Ororo. The other new mutants too, but mainly Ororo. [ Ororo doesn't seem to mind the attention. ] * Eric , in addition to the nation of food, has some chicken gumbo soup boiling over another stovetop. All in all, it smells *good*. What's on, Eric? [ Remmy occasionally makes comments on the gumbo that might be intended to be helpful. ] * Daegal walks into the kitchen, a huge grin plastered on his face. Which looks a bit odd, since a) He's glowing metallic blue; and b) There's a big, bloody hole in his tanktop on his right side (though no wound is visible). "Hey everyone!" * Daegal is also carrying LUGGAGE! Steak with mushrooms and onions, chicken gumbo, biscuts with sawmill gravy, and steamed veggies. Hey Daegal. What's with all the baggage? Cab dropped someone off just as I ran up to the gate. New student. Female. Somewhere behind me. Eh, cool. Wonder if she's like the rest of the health freaks here. * Harry looks up. "So. Uh. Get the... er, bad guy, then?" What, you didn't escort her in? Damn right I did! Third biggest drug bust in New York City history. Forty million in heroin. [ Daegal is positively glowing as he says this. ] Not bad, not bad. Have a steak. * Harry says sorta absently, "How nice," and goes back to eating. Thanks. And one sec, lemme make sure the new girl doesn't accidentally wander into the crocodile pit. *looks back* "HEY, SAMANTHA! OVER HERE!" We have a crocodile pit? * Alex sighs a little and gives in, spooning out a small bowl of gumbo. *looks over at Claire* I dunno. But I'd rather not take the chance. Yeah, it's by the diamond ring. Did you get the diamond ring? [ Ororo looks up. Remmy grins. "An' who's Samantha, eh?" ] * Samantha walks in right then, with a nice little smile on her face. She's a fairly cute thing, if on the plump side with short hair in a bowl-cut, and of fairly average height. She has an ankle-length blue skirt on, and a cream- colored sweater that matches her skin nicely. She gives a little wave to everyone. * Daegal points. "Her." * Alex waves a little with his free hand. "Hiya." * Claire snickers. "You know, we should add vines or something over it and swing across for fun. And hey, new girl." She waves. Samantha, this is everyone. Everyone, Samantha. *pauses; looks down* Shit, I bled all over my shirt again. I really gotta stop wearing white shirts... be right back, everyone. *runs off* Hey. Yeah, we should! Eh... Doesn't that go against the saftey code, though? ... Uh, hi everyone. Isn't that what the "danger room" is for? We have a safety code, too? I mean, assuming danger means danger, and all. * Samantha has a noticable Texan drawl. Well, its noticable on words that are classically drawled. Eh, yeah! It specifically says no vines over croc pits. Now, if that was an alligator pit, that'd be a different story. We'll use ropes, then Rope'd work. I think the vines are for snake stuff. * Eric smiles over at Samantha. "Eh, what's going on?" As long as I don't have to swing over this pit, y'all can do whatever you want. S'okay, we'll just play George of the Jungle or somethin'. It should 'motivate' ya to get moving. ^^ * Samantha looks back to see where Daegal went, and then turns back when Eric speaks to her, "Well. This isn't exactly what I was expecting." * Claire nods to Eric. "Oh, but how are we going to deal with the pitfalls? We'd have to find someone who can open and close holes in the ground rapidly. Then what *were* you expecting, eh? Mmm... [ A pleasure to meet you, Samantha. Yo. Greetings. Nicetameetcha. Another pretty girl in the mansion, non? There's getting to be so many of them. ] How aboot... Eh, I'm not sure. I'll think of somethin' though. ...don't you dare. * Eric smiles. "Hey, food's ready!" * Harry is a normalish looking black haired black eyed caucasian boy who is shovelling large amounts of coldcuts and veggies down his gullet. ( Who was that said to, Alex? ) Well... This mansion sure is naice, but I did not think all the kids would look so ordina... Food, eh? Eh, yeah. * Claire claps her hands together. "Good! I'm hungry." ( Eric. ) I swear, if you play George of the Jungle around me... I'll... I'll... * Eric makes a giant spatula which takes all the steaks with it and plops them on one dish in one simple movement. He didn't even touch the thing. ^^ You'll hit a tree? * Alex deflates a bit. "Yeah, probably." Hah, I knew it! [ Ororo politely excuses herself, having finished her salad. Hank, Peter, and Bobby sit down to steak, while Remmy gets some gumbo. Go figure. ] * Eric takes around 10 helpings himself. Of each thing, and sits down at the table and starts massacering the food. But then I'll think of something really horrible to do to you. * Samantha claps at that, "May I have some as well?" * Harry looks after Ororo for a bit, then down at his food. He doesn't seem to look like he wants to eat anymore. * Claire eats food. "Anyone up for some Double Dragon after dinner?" * Daegal returns, wearing a non-bloody shirt, but still glowing blue. "There. Much better. Can't be sittin' down to dinner with my shirt all covered'n blood, after all." Sure, help yerself. (Are there any steaks left? ^^;) ( ... That's what I'm about to ask. ) (There are, I think... Probably 2 or 4 left. He plans for extra people.) (Rest assured, if you don't eat them, HE will.) ( Eric defies the Cafeteria Law. ) * Samantha sits down at the nearest free chair, and politely takes a plate and a utensil, and takes a steak for herself. ( Cafeteria Law? ) * Eric is a very talented person when it comes to eating. He's gone through at least three shares already, as well as half a gallon of milk (He doesn't bother even pouring it into a glass). ( Food prepared in mass quantities is invariably bad. ) * Daegal grabs a seat, a plate, utensils, and two steaks. Not from other people, mind; unused ones. He's not THAT uncouth. Lemme guess, Eric, you've heavily invested in food companies? * Daegal eats! His table manners are passable. * Alex slowly picks at his little bowl of gumbo. (That isn't always true, actually. The problem with cafeteria food is it's prepared by different people as well as in mass quantities, and must be able to sit on the rack for 15-20 minutes without going bad.) * Samantha eats as well! She's incredibly polite about how she eats her steak, even using all the correct utensils. She does end up staring a bit at Alex, wondering where she's seen him before. (So.. Who is your daddy, and what does he do? :P) ( My daddy has my name, and is a drug dealer. ) * Harry ends up taking a steak eventually and eating it. Which involves him cutting into it with his fingers. * Eric does look over everyone and makes sure NOBODY PUTS STEAK SAUCE ON THE STEAK, dammit. <.< ( It mutates if you do ) (Duh.) * Harry isn't putting sauce on it. Too busy eating with his fingers, slowly. Eventually, he looks over at Hank and says, "Dr. McCoy?" [ "Yeeeeeees?" Says the big blue furry guy. ] * Samantha eyes Harry's fingers, "Sharp." is all she says. * Alex just shakes his head at Harry and resists the urge to comment. * Harry glances over at Sam with a weak smile, then turns back to Hank. "That was Ororo, right? Where does she stay?" [ "Yes, that was her. She stays here, in the mansion. Why?" ] * Harry rolls his eyes. "Yes, I know that. I mean, where in the mansion? I want to talk to her." * Samantha listens politely as she eats her steak. * Eric listens as he DEVOURS his meal. [ "Ah. Third floor, west wing, room 314. All the way to the end of the hall." ] * Eric gulps. "Eh, so what do you want to talk with her aboot?" * Harry nods a little. "Thanks." He turns back towards Eric. "Stuff." He looks down and starts cutting agian with his fingers-turned-utensils, and smirks a little. "People we both know." Oooh, I gotcha. So, your name is Eric, correct? *to ERIC!* Yes, but we call him Splodey. Right Splodey? Eh, yeah. And you're Samantha. Nice mee- I am NOT 'splody! Unless you want me to splode your head. Yeah, but it's not hard to see why they call you that. Why do you call him that? ... Yes, Samantha Winston. I'd show ya, but I want the mansion to stay intact. ^^ We'll have to take you to the Danger Room later. Eric puts on a hell of a show. IN the kitchen AND in the danger room, actually. * Eric smiles. "I try." ( Eric needs his own cooking show. *BAM* ) (*BAM!*) ( HAW. ) He's Splodey 'cause she 'splodes stuff. (So much better than Emeril.) (That *was* a he, right Daegal?) ( No, Eric is hiding something. ) Is that why he was eating so much? Nah. He just likes food a lot. He's got amazing mutant eating powers. Yes, no, maybe? I'm sure McCoy could tell ya really what makes it work. And maybe amazing mutant cooking powers. * Harry just continues eating at a fair clip himself, interspersed with his normal coughing. The steak disappears and he goes back to his cold cuts and veggies and junk. * Eric shakes his head. "*That's* just practice. Gets expensive eatin' out when all the all-you-can-eats go out of business." * Claire chuckles. Speaking of extra eating, is there anymore leftover? We should go for Chinese some time. Check for yerself. * Harry peels an orange and says, "Probably something left. Always is, 'round here." * Samantha gets up slowly, looking around as if wondering where to look first... and checks the nearest fridge then! * Claire finishes eating. She gets up to rinse off the dish. * Daegal polishes off his food, and joins Claire at the sink. "Couldn't you just do that with your brain?" I'd be afraid of breaking it. * Eric finishes his meal(s) and starts carrying his dish(es) back to the sink, cleaning them. Hey! Don't crowd! * Eric shrugs. "Eh, okay." ^_^ * Samantha looks for Coca Cola, specifically. She's thirsty. * Claire finishes. "Really, you could give me a minute." * Eric backs up. * Harry doesn't crowd! He eats. [ Samantha finds some! ] * Claire wipes off her hands with a paper towel. * Eric addresses Samantha. "So, where are ya from, what do you do, why are we too normal, ya know. The basics." ^^ We're normal? * Samantha mutters, "Score!" as she pulls out the coke can and pops it on, and guzzles a bit, and ahhs. "Well. I'm from Texas, and I go to school." Amazing. * Eric chuckles. "So do the rest of us. The school part, anyways." Still woring on the precision control with it, then? * Claire nods to Daegal. s'understandable. I was breakin' lots of stuff 'fore I got a handle on havin' super strength. s'gotta be even tougher when its all mental. Uh... So what kind of powers do ya'll have? It's not as easy as it seems. It's like everything is covered in soap. I know what that's like. Well, perhaps not quite that bad. It's so hard to keep control of your thoughts. And just TRY not thinking of something sometime. * Harry stands up and picks up the books he had with him. "Why bother?" Alex has somethin' ta do with music. He's too chicken ta tell us what, though. I am NOT chicken! Why bother what, Harry? * Eric makes chicken noises at Alex. Eh, anyways.. * Harry 's hair turns blonde, and his eyes blue and he smiles at Alex. "Why bother not trying to think of something?" I can make stuff, move it, blow stuff up, and... I don't sleep. * Eric points at Daegal. "You're next." [ Sorry, had to go afk a bit. Back though. ] Because there are some sneaky telepaths around who peek in your head. Mmm. Well, I glow, obviously. Happens when I get the crap kicked outta me. Once that happens, I'm super strong, bullets bounce offa me, I can run about as fast as a car... Oh, there are? Oh, I bet. So? So, it's not right, peeking around at people's thoughts. * Harry smiles teasingly, his voice starting to go up to a more female one, "What can cute squeaky clean little you have to hide?" I hope Professor Xavier doesn't hear him say that. * Eric snickers. "Yeah, really. Eh, I couldn'tcare less if someone really peaks around my thoughts. I'm not hidin' anything." * Alex glares at Harry. "None of your business." Looks like I was wrong about you guys being normal. * Samantha smiles, though. * Harry 's colors shift back to black and black and his voice goes back to a more sullen tone, "'Course not." * Eric chuckles. "Eh, we could ask what's up with you." So. What was that where your hair all changed and all? *to Harry* * Harry turns to Sam and says, "I make myself look different. And the name's Harry, since I didn't mention it." 'course we ain't normal. Who wants ta be normal? Normal people, I guess. * Harry frowns a little after Daegal's statement. I was afraid you'd all have boring powers. Like shooting beams from your eyes or something. * Alex snorts. Oh, we got one of those too. Ol' Pink Eye. It's not like we have a choice in our abilities. * Eric snerks. I know. I didn't have any control over what I got, either. So, what'cha get then? So whadjya get, if ya don't mind saying? Well... * Samantha picks up a fork, and holds it up. "It's like this..." and begins concentrating a bit, "Its hard to explain..." ( You can turn it into a spork? COOL! ) (Haha!) ( No! ) (SPORK IT!) ( Well, yes, she actually could. Or a full spoon. ) (THE SPORK IS CALLING YOU!) ... you can eat soup with a fork? ( No, she can eat a fork with soup ) Eh, I can. How's that a power? I could bend a fork with the power of my mind. Nono... Its... I can make a fork with the power of mind. (Err, mine.) [ A clearish goo flows out from Samantha's hand and coats the fork, elongating it. The elongated part develops a slight curve and a keen edge, and begins to solidify, crackling as it does. ] I can spell 'fork' with the power of my mind! Woah, that's just... Woah Daegal. You can turn it into um... a bigger, fancier fork. Eh, yeah... It's a knork! Must be! Or maybe, eh... A forfe? So you can turn stuff into knives, Samantha? ... Well, not just knives. But that's just the best way I thought I could show ya'll. So you can turn stuff into other stuff? * Eric cracks his neck. "Anyways, did someone mention Danger Room earlier?" He grins. Pretty much. Other things too. I mentioned Double Dragon. I did. Because you DO put on a pretty good show. You always play that game, ya know that? * Harry just sorta watches with an idle stare as he stands there with his books. No danger room for me. I got shot once today... that's enough of a workout fer me. No I don't. I haven't played Double Dragon in like four months. Maybe you're thinking of Twin Dragon. *stops glowing* Ah, 'sright. * Daegal blinks, and looks at his arm. "Stop glowing. Cool." So what is this Danger Room? And is it as dangerous as it sounds? It's the best workout you'll ever find, and only if you turn it up too high. * Harry makes a face. "Or get yourself beat up." He glances over to see if the older X-people are sitting around. Aren't there safety locks to keep you from getting killed? Duh? One would hope. Damn right there are. I heal fast, and bullets bounce off me, but there's no way in hell I'd go into that thing if there wasn't a safety thingee. ( Safety interlocks exist solely for the purpose of failing. ) So, what exactly does it do? (Yeah, really.) * Eric glances around. "Think we should show her?" Yeah. Couldn't hurt. Unless you're afraid of cramping up. * Eric pffts. "What's a cramp?" I think I'll sit this out. Man, you guys are no fun, ya know that? Am I gonna be going in all alone? It's not like I'm a combatant, here. And you think I am?.. Don't answer that. Well. I'll go. * Daegal stands up. "I'm headin' up to catch some shuteye. Long day, gutshot." * Daegal wanders out. "Night all." Good night, Daegal. 'night Deagster. * Harry frowns slightly, then says, "Yeah, sure, what do I have to lose other than my self respect?" Various body parts. * Eric chuckles. "Let's get going before you change your minds." He heads out and torwards... THE DANGER ROOM! * Harry chuckles weakly, "Eh. I could always grow a new one, right? Maybe?" He walks. "Definite maybe." * Claire follows. "I suppose I can watch. * Alex follows along. "C'mon, everybody. Enjoy the show." Eh, really. What's the fun if you just watch it? No way you'll figure out your limits if ya just sit on your duff. * Samantha follows! "Yeah. Come on! Join in!" * Claire sighs. "Alright, but don't put the setting too high." * Harry gains a little height and his eyes go violet. "I didn't know combat 101 was part of the prereqs." ( Next his skin will turn black, his hair white, and he'll suddenly sprout scimitars in his hands. :P ) (DRIZZIT!) (>_>) In fact, I believe there is a required self-defense course, Harry. Eh, then you put the setting. Oh great. Yeah. If you're bein' a mutie and they know it, *somebody*'s gonna try and take a swing at ya. So what'm _I_ supposed to do? I've never taken so much as a basic karate class. * Harry smirks. "Well, self defense, I have. Blowing things up, I missed that part." I imagine it would be fairly basic, general techniques that anyone could use. Well... you could always charm them into not punching you. * Harry mumbles, "Depends on how much they hate you." I don't think that would work very well. * Eric persumably gets there. "Eh, what do ya mean? And what do you feel like fighting today?" Can this danger room create any opponent? ( Microsoft(TM)(R) Holodecks(TM)(R) What do you want to fight today? (TM)(R) ) Eh, I bet. What'cha have in mind? * Claire grins wildly. "Let's fight King Dedede!" Who? ... The Kirby enemy? * Eric chuckles. "Yup!" Yes! Eh... How many? * Harry frowns. "I don't know what that is, but it sounds dumb." Just one, but with Waddle Dees for support. Why, those don't do anything. Maybe some Bronto Burts instead? Alright. And some Sir Kibbles. I can never remember the names of the normal enemies. Annnd... Throw in a Waddle Doo or two, too. And maybe a Sparky? * Harry rubs his head, then says, "Can this thing make weapons too?" This is scary. * Eric starts coding them in. "Sure, but I can make ya a weapon if you really want one." What'cha have in mind? Are you going to give us the games' powers or something? ( Eric would make a great Kirby. ) Why? We've got our own. Eh, we've got our own. Why would I do that? Because it'd be cool. Eh, also be pretty much impossable. * Harry rubs his arms, then says, "A pistol. Preferably a real one, and not one you just made up off the top of your head. It's a science, ya know." Wouldn't it kinda defeat the point of training, anyway? * Eric looks wounded by Harry's statement. "Eh, I'm a mechanic. I know how to make a nuclear warhead if I wanted to, so... What calibur?" But... ooh, guns. Texans and guns. I've never gotten to use a real gun. * Harry coughs, then says, "Just a 9 milimeter something or other." I don't much care for guns. Eh, to each their own. Could ya finish puttin' in the information Claire? I got a gun ta make. * Harry glances over at Samantha with a small smile, then looks back at Eric and frowns. "I can't believe you're gonna just... make a gun." Sure. * Claire puts in info. (It's amazing that nobody other than Claire even finds the fact that a 15 year old wants a lethal weapon odd or distasteful.) ( 'Cause a .9 mm pistol is so much more leathal than Eric's mini- nuculear explosions :P ) ( Well, a texan and an idiot. ) ( Yeah. I'm Texan. Guns are a way of life! ) * Eric concentrates for a few minutes, making components and carefully putting them in the right place of the pistol... "Eh, you do know how ta use one, right?" Could you... make me one too? * Harry watches Eric make it, and says simply, "Yeah." This is takin' a bit of effort, though. Can'tya just make your own, Samantha? * Claire finishes. "There. We're ready." I don't know how to make them. I can program one in for you. Incidently, Harry, you might want one from here too. So if you miss, you don't shoot one of us by mistake. * Eric looks up, and the weapon vanishes once he breaks his concentration. "What now?" * Eric looks down again. "Dammit!" Er... Right, let me just program it in. * Claire does that. ... Maybe I do want one from there. I don't know what the heck you were making. What the heck WERE you making? * Eric smiles. "A 9mm that you've never seen before." Alright, it's programmed. * Harry rubs his head. "That's not that hard, but... Nevermind." I put the setting for China town. * Eric grins. "Ah, excellent!" ( Oh dear. ) We're rumbling with Kirby enemies in Chinatown? ( Is it... FUNKY chinatown? :P ) Yeah. Big trouble. Maybe I should stay out here. You'd all just have to protect me if I went in. Suit yourself. I'd call this weird, but I don't know what Kirby is. * Eric shrugs. "Eh, sure. Let's have some fun now, eh?" I'll help you fix that afterwards, Harry. * Eric starts stepping down into the Danger Room. * Claire steps inside. * Samantha steps inside as well, "I'm ready!" Still, incidentally, has that knife-ized fork from earlier. ( Y'know, we could have Jesse filk up a theme for the Danger Room. ) * Harry steps inside. "If it's a video game, I don't think I want to." He looks around. ( o/~ I... went... to... the... DANGER ROOM! ) (Boo.) ( That one was too easy, though. ) Aw, come on. It'll be fun! * Eric smiles, waiting for the simulation to start. * Alex helpfully starts the simulation. So is this just a VR something? Somethin' like that. [The surroundings blur and change to resemble an intersection in Chinatown. The streets are lined with stores (mostly restaurants), and cars. It looks to be extremely busy normally, but the citizens have been removed in order to give the group free run.] [A bunch of Kirby villians pour out of the restaurants! They're led by one large penguin in a robe, carrying a mallet.] Woah... [There's also a table with the guns Harry and Sam requested nearby, in the middle of the sidewalk.] * Harry sees the penguin with a mallet and looks around frantically for the gun, which he finds and snags as fast as possible. ... That's a good idea! * Samantha runs for the table as well, grabbing up a pistol! (What KIND of gun is it, Claire? ^^;) * Eric grins and a musty dust settles around him, whirling at a very quick pace. It exhudes a metallic smell, but other than that doesn't do anything special. "Come on! Let's see what ya got!" ( It's a pistol. Heck, let's make it a glock. ) (Snicker. I was just thinking that.) * Claire grins. "I'll handle our flying friends." She takes to the air and gestures at a Bronto Burt. It collides with another one, and the two are brought down to slam onto a Waddle Dee. * Samantha takes the gun, a bit clumsily, and turns and aims it at the nearest enemy, "Like this, right?" And pulls the trigger... Heh. Watch out for raining dinosaur things. Or whatever the heck those things are. * Eric runs forward, charging the enemies with that field of metal stuff around him. The lashing dust swirls around him as he points forward with his finger, a beam of semi-translucent plasma impailing two of the Waddle-dees who fall over unconcious. No visible wound can be seen, however. * Claire glides towards another one. As she does, a stop sign rips itself out of the ground and helpfully crashes into the thing. * Harry glances over at Sam as she inexpertly tries to manage the gun, then says, "Ask me for a lesson if we get the time." Then he starts moving forward cautiously. "If there's anything that we need to shoot, anyway." * Eric gets in a bit too deep, and one of the waddle-doos starts creeping up behind him. Eric's a bit too busy concentrating on mowing down mook enemies, though... * Claire lets one of the Brontos get almost close enough to touch her, and then it drops straight to the ground. * Samantha frowns as she had failed to hit anything... so she aims at a Brnto Burt in the air, in there are any left, and squeezes off a couple of rounds, the recoil nearly jerking the gun out of the surprised girl's hand. One shot hits, though. * Harry aims for the slow-moving waddle-doo behind Eric, and puts two out of three in him. The weird kirby thing, not Eric. * Claire looks down at a Sparky. A car jumps on it. She then turns her attention back to the Burts, grinning. It's as though she's done this many times before. * Eric reacts the shots and moves forward, so he's not in the line of fire. He smirks back at Harry, then hurls a chunk of plasma into the fray, doing a decent amount of damage and leaving a nice, small, crater. * Harry mutters, "Stupid Glock safety," and keeps moving forward, working under Magical No Reloading In The Danger Room rules as he does a lot of 'two-out-of- three' shots at random stragglers that the massacre masters miss. * Claire picks up a Waddle Dee and throws it through a window. Shortly after, a TV flies out of the window and lands on another. * Harry looks back at Sam for a second. "You OK with that thing?" * Samantha just shoots a lot at the flying enemies, and when a ground enemy gets to close, she lashes out with her knife, slashing it good. Uh, I think I'm hitting things! * Eric points forward and a spear lances forward from his arm, impacting through the line of some of the ground enemies, then exploding when it stops moving forward. I LOVE doing that! * Claire uses a slurpy machine from a nearby restaurant for her next weapon. Crunch. Of course, that just doesn't hold up to this. * Eric makes an anvil appear in the air, which lands, and squishes a poor mook. * Harry looks back forward and finds himself face to face with something weird and cartoony which runs into him, knocking him over. Ah! You okay? * Eric blinks and looks around. * Samantha carefully fires at the cartoony thing! Missing! * Eric pulls forward with his hand, grabbing the anvil. "Harry, duck!" * Claire lifts the Waddle Dee off of Harry, letting it squirm helplessly in the air. "Honestly, Harry, pay atten-" She gets hit in the side by a Bronto Burt and falls to the ground, dropping the 'Dee. * Harry looks up at the now floating cartoony thing from the ground and says, "I'm already on the ground!" * Harry rolls out of the way of the falling Dee. * Eric motions with his hand and the anvil wheels around smashing the Branto into the ceiling. (Yes, there is a ceiling.) * Claire sits up, rubbing her head. "Agh..." Not you too... * Samantha tosses her knife at the Bronto Burt! Very accurately, at that! It stabs into it, and she starts reeling it in with a long cord of...clear material! Hoping the knife doesn't come out or anything! * Claire glares. She grabs the rest of the Bronto's (there's not that many) and sends them flying in all directions, smashing into the walls. * Eric takes his attention off, when a number of mooks run up to him and hit his barrier of whirling metal stuffs, which hits them full force and sends them flying as little stars. * Harry rolls to his feet and, being so close to our favorite Dee, just flat puts a bullet through it, then looks around to get his new bearings. ... Is that about it? Don't forget King Deedeedee! Eh... Where is he, anyways. Claire, see him? * Claire looks around, then skims down the street, low to the ground. "There!" Excellent! (Yes, he said it again. :P) * Harry looks around cautiously as he holds his gun in a two handed grip. "My life is fufilling, knowing that King Triple-D is nearby." He starts walking quickly towards Claire. * Samantha clutches her knife again after retrieving it, and runs in that direction, gun in the other hand, "Well, we can take him!" * Claire glides towards him! As she goes, several automobiles pick them up and follow. They fly over her head at the penguin king. But he's a boss, so he doesn't go down when they hit him. * Eric lets the whirling mass of metal drop as he walks forward, his hands glowing various colors. * Harry mumbles, "Mental note. Get gun that fires cars." * Samantha just shoots at the King! Not that it does much good. * Eric puts his palms forward, and a stream of blue particles streak out and impact DeeDeeDee in the side. DeeDeeDee takes it and really doesn't like it, but since he's a boss he's still going! Eh, why would you want one of those? Cars are too hard to hit things with, usually. * Claire shrugs. She picks up a trailer truck next, and flings that at him too. (Poor Deedeedee. Isn't even attacking.) * Harry blinks, then says, "Because compared to explosions, a bullet is nothing." He starts trying to sneak shots in that won't end up destroyed by Eric or Claire's attacks. [Dedede gets angry and attacks you all!] (... How??) ( With a hammer! ) (Hammer!) * Eric takes the hammer in the chest and goes flying back, impacting a wall. "Woah, he never did THAT in the game." * Samantha gets smacked around by the hammer! "OWWWW!" as she hits the ground. * Claire screams as her hand gets crunched between the hammer and something hard. * Harry sorta-dodges the hammer with a backwards jump, but it still clips him, causing him to hiss in pain and making him miss 3 of his 4 counter-shots. That does it. * Claire clenches her shoulder and growls. A parking meeter assaults Dedede, striking him until it falls apart. * Samantha gets back up, favoring her shoulder a bit, and drops her gun. Concentrating hard, the clear liquid seeps from her body, causing the knife to grow and grow until its a short-sword. And she charges at King Dedede when it is clear and SLASHES! * Harry backs away slowly and aims as people rush and attack, unable to really get a clear shot. * Eric concentrates and... it's over. He's holding a ball of glowing red stuff, though. (Well, I still have to invite Sam up to see my etchings.) * Harry blinks and shakes his head. "Uh? What just happened there?" * Eric looks around as the danger room reverts to normal. "Eh, we won. Good job!" What the heck? Why'd you end it? Hey, I didn't end it! The room ended it! But we didn't finish. Maybe we did. Maybe that last attack of mine won it for us! Eh, I think when Sam bisected Deedeedee into nice acute wedges, we won. I don't think so. Dedede usually falls over twitching when you beat him. * Harry loses the gun in his hands as the Danger Room reverts and chuckles a little, talking mostly to himself, "Never had one of those before. Do not like that lame safety." He looks up. "Who knows, eh?" I guess. Oh well! That was fun. Yeah... Although now I know what it feels like when I do that to them. Ow. * Harry moves towards Swordgirl Sammy, and says, "I guess it was fun." He smiles a little weakly. "Enjoy your first time with a gun?" * Eric rubs his head. "Eh, yeah. So, what'cha think of the Danger Room?" It was pretty cool! Kirby enemies too! Yeah... Next time lets fight goombas and koopas. Practice our jumping, right? * Claire grins. Very important. * Eric nods. * Harry rolls his eyes. "Silly, but better than fighting people." Oh, and throwing objects at people. Can't forget that! Oh, this thing can do better. (Mixing your SMB2 and your SMBOthers, are we? ^^;) Eh, I've seen it make these *giant* robots before. ( You can throw things in SMB2. ) Mmm... Cybernator. (... Right, but there aren't any goombas or turtles in it. ^_^;) ( That's true. ) Terminator! Cybernator's this big robot that... Heck, I can show you. * Harry looks over at Sam for a sec, then at Claire before saying, "I'd better get going. Still not quite done with figuring out that reading." Friday the Thirteenth! That'd be scary. * Harry shakes his head, then walks over by Sam and whispers something to her after she finishes marking out over video games with Claire for the moment. * Claire tilts her head at Harry. * Samantha smiles at Harry, "Okay!" *peppy!* * Harry nods slightly with a small smile, then waves back at the people. "So, like I said. Later." * Eric raises an eyebrow. "Eh, whatev. I got some work I gotta do in the garage. I'll see ya around." * Eric waves and heads off. Well, I'm certainly up for some Cybernator. Nice to meet you, Samantha. Nice to meet you to... Claire, wasn't it? * Claire smiles. "Claire Cardinaux. A pleasure." Samantha Winston, as you heard earlier. Pleasure to meet you as well. * Samantha curtseys! Because its kind of like showing off. If you get bored, Samantha, feel free to drop by the boat house. I'm always up for a two player game. Boat house? It's where we keep the gaming systems. Although I do have my own in my room. Oh, I see. Well, you going there now? * Claire nods. "Of course." Well, I'll go too. I'm up for a game. * Claire grins. "Glad to hear it." [Good spot to end, so end!]