Action:1444 Mitchell Road//Anywhere

[It was late that evening about the time normal people should be thinking about getting ready for bed. He couldn't sleep. Hol Horse had received some injury while escaping the portals, but he never bothered seeking help. He had gone into the portal for his own reasons, however when he came back...

It was perhaps a day or two before that he awoke from his own drone-state only to discover he was in a house full of them once again. It frustrated him. After the portal business, he noticed a couple others had undergone the same droning process, never to snap out of it.

He couldn't take it anymore. Tables were turned over and various items were thrown at the walls... he wasn't a very happy camper at this moment. He was far to angry to do anything rational and stormed out of the house.

He was going to make sure to avoid anything and everyone for as long as he could. The fellow is a bit of a loose cannon however, and may lash out with an attack. Let's hope it doesn't come down to that. In fact, perhaps it's best to leave this one alone. Why are you outside this late anyway?]

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A. In Front of 502 Ricardo Street

[Fun fact about giant monsters: they have a hard time climbing trees.

Which is exactly why Pokey is up in one, shouting and throwing branches at the monster in front of him. The creature leans it's two front legs against the tree, snarling up at the boy. If the Ultimate Chimera knows the boy to be its master than it simply doesn't care. It just looks like another meal to him.

The yard is a wreck, especially the giant spider mech which has been overturned in front of the house.

Needless to say, Pokey could use some help. But it might not be the best idea to get involved.]

B. Phone

Uh. Okay. I guess first thing is: I'm sorry.

The second thing is that if you see a giant purple monster that has a duck or something on it's head? Run from it. Just run from the dumb thing. Don't go near it don't try and stop it just run and keep away from it. It's hungry and it's powerful and it can't be hurt. Just. Keep away from it. Please.

...The third thing is I need someone to help me catch it. I...uh, I think I know how to stop it, but I. Can't really do it alone. And I don't want to just let the dumb thing keep going. I've got to get it back to the post office so we can get the stupid thing out of here.

So if there's anyone super strong or super powerful who wants to play hero and could help, that'd be great.

C. Around Town

[If you're going about town today, you're going to find a nasty surprise.

There's a large, purple monster with feline-like features, bat wings, and a duck on its head. And the monster? Just doesn't give a shit. It's torn apart and eaten a few drones but it hasn't found that very satisfying. It's tossed a few cars around too. At the moment, the thing has managed to tear a light post out of its stand and is shaking it wildly. It's entertaining the Ultimate Chimera for the moment.

Of course, it might be a wise idea to try and leave before it sees you.]

[OOC Information: Option C is incredibly dangerous, as will be going with Pokey to try and stop the Ultimate Chimera. The Ultimate Chimera is invulnerable to all forms of attack and damage and while super powerful attacks could maybe push it back for a while, it ultimately won't take long for it to recover. It's a very simple minded monster and in most cases it's certainly going to attack anyone it sees.

The Chimera can be turned off by hitting the very large, prominent button on it's back. However, after a short period of time the bird on top of its head will hit the button again, causing it to turn back on. Still, if you choose C trying to go for the button if things get to bad and you don't want your character hurt is a viable option.]

A. [ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD (morning)]

[well, after all that trouble they went through (and to find…what? a flower? gosh, he’s not sure if that’s supposed to be profoundly poetic or monumentally frustrating) down in that void of color and nothingness, a reward should be well-deserved at this point. even though they found what they were supposed to find which made this whole life-or-death experience not so, y’know, worthless, technically everyone’s still as badly off as they were before this whole mess with the portals started. at least Once-ler is. when the morning mail finds its way to his mailbox and the first thing he spots amidst the bills and is a small, plain envelope padded with packing foam, he doesn’t immediately anticipate a regain. in fact, it’s so unremarkable that he’s all but ready to pitch it.

but then he feels something jiggling around inside of it, and – oh, right, it’s that time of the month again already. admittedly, he’s been getting some really off the wall stuff lately. the Thneed, well, that was neat (and useful, of course) and the Axe Hacker…he’d really just rather not talk about that, thanks. logic dictates that this one is bound to be something really offbeat.

he couldn’t be more wrong.]


B. [ACTION: MAKEOUT POINT (morning)]

[the park is crowded today with a class of drone children, no doubt there on some kind of school function. instead of going back home, Once-ler settles on second best, the only alternative he has for a quiet place to think. in contrast to the normally busy park, Makeout Hill is still and empty at this time of the morning. he doesn’t have any great desire to hike all the way up the mountain trail in his jammies, but he doesn’t need to; soon enough, he comes across a little patch of weeds (or are they wild flowers? he’s never been too good at making the differentiation even back when plants still existed in the valley) surrounding a big, flat stone on the edge of the hill. carefully, he navigates over to it and takes a seat.

the envelope is still clutched in his hands, but they’ve stopped trembling by now. now they’re just listlessly turning the torn thing over, feeling the tiny round object roll around beneath them.]

…I don’t get it. Sorry, but I don’t.

[he opens his mouth again, closes it, then reluctantly reopens it when he realizes that he can’t possibly look any sillier right now. he’s sitting on a hilltop in his PJs for crying out loud. might as well go the extra mile and just start babbling to himself pretending that he’s somewhere out there listening.]

If it’s supposed to be a joke, then – I guess, for you, it’s pretty funny, I won’t hold that against you. But, if it isn’t, then…

[he turns the envelope upside down and lets the object inside of it, a tiny little walnut-shaped seed with a spiral imprint trailing down and around its surface, tumble into his lap.]

…What am I supposed to do with this?

[what can he even do with it here of all places? that’s why this has to be some kind of joke. some tasteless, stupid new brand of unfunny. so Once-ler just sits there staring at his lap, eyes half-lidded with sleep and…something else.

and inwardly, he thinks:

I don’t get it and I don’t think you’re ever going to tell me. I don’t know what’s funnier: the fact that I keep expecting you to answer, or the fact I always sort of wished this would happen. I don’t know if this is what having hope is supposed to feel like, but it’s better than nothing, I think, because when I look at this I think of home.

And, if I look hard enough, it almost feels like I can see you.

So just...just, please -]

...Stupid. [a sigh.] What am I thinking?

[this is what he gets for talking to seeds. at least he can watch the sun rise up here, if nothing else.]


[C. ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD (afternoon)]

[later on after he’s had some time to assess things, Once-ler can be found in the driveway doing something surprisingly constructive: routine maintenance on his giant metal death machine. hey, if he’s going to keep this stupid thing around, he should at least make sure that it doesn’t rust. this thing is already a pink flamingo or two away from being the world’s largest lawn ornament; the last thing it needs is a coat of rust to make it look even more ostentatious.

but maybe it could have another more practical use. awful stuff is happening by the boatload every day with the general consensus that it’s only going to get worse from here on out. maybe he could actually repurpose the Super Axe Hacker and put it to better use than what it was created for.

gears and bolts are littering the driveway as Once-ler sits off to the side, trying to wedge a panel off the massive machine’s hull with a crowbar. it’s obvious he’s never used one before considering how hard a time he’s having with it, making little pained grunts and wheezes as he strains to lift it.

come on – you don’t want to see him struggle, do you?]

[Phone; open to all]

I know what just happened must have been hard on everyone. But, if possible, I'd like to collect information on what went on inside each of the portals and gather it into one set of notes. I had only entered on the first day, a-and all we managed to find were some, um, boars.

Anyway, if you want, we can meet face-to-face at the diner or the park to speak. Thanks.

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