Third Brainstorm

[putonmythinkingcap]

A - 850 Goldberg

[Oh, that's nice. There's a package in the mail for Cliff once again. He's a little leery of it; the last time he got packages, while he did get some of his powers back, he also got a killer headache and a heck of a nosebleed. That had come from a very small package, and this one looked to be about the same size.]

Well...here goes nothing.

[He opens up the package, and inside is simply a picture of a brain...and it's also given Cliff another headache...so he'll just lie there in the front lawn until it passes.]

B - John Doe Park

[Cliff's feeling a bit better now that the headache's passed and he's realized what he's regained. His mind control powers are back in action, although he's still trying to gauge how strong they are. Controlling drones doesn't seem like it would be very beneficial, seeing as how they don't have any special powers and are somewhat dumb anyway. So now he's just looking for a non-drone to practice with, and he just might try to get your attention.]

Hey, could you help me with something?

[Not that he'll actually reveal what he's trying to do, of course.]

((OOC: His mind control powers are at the level where he's basically just going to be making very strong suggestions. Feel free to realize what he's trying to do and let him have it.))

Comments

[768mph]

[Sonic screeches to a stop after hearing the guy call out to him. Luckily he wasn't going overly fast.]

Hey! What's up?

[Always willing to help out!]

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Good, good, a willing victim assistant. Not that Cliff is exactly sure what this blue hedgehog thing even is.]

Yeah, I'm working on...well, I suppose you could call it an experiment.

[He rubs his hands together and gets ready to make his first command. It's got to be something the hedgehog wouldn't do on his own, certainly...]

I need you to jump up and down and cluck like a chicken.

[There's somewhat of a strong mental shove in that direction along with the command.]

[768mph]

[Sonic blinks. OK...that a weird request. And his look at Cliff will reflect that.]

O...k then.

[He does a simple spin jump and lands cockily crows. Maybe more rooster than chicken...but it works he supposes.]

[putonmythinkingcap]

Okay, that was quite helpful, thanks...

[Well, it seemed to be working, at least. Unless it was "humor the crazy man" time. That was still a possibility. He needed to run another test, and...there. That certainly was a drone child with an ice cream cone over there.]

I need you to get me that ice cream.

[768mph]

Huh?

[He'll look over to where Cliff's looking, and then turn back towards him and frown.]

I ain't stealing a kids ice cream...even if it is a drone. If you want an ice cream, I can always run to one of the stores and buy one.

This guys givin' me an Eggman feelin'....

B

[afterthesky]

What would that be?

Re: B

[putonmythinkingcap]

Yeah, I just need your help with a little experiment...

[He's now switched on that whole mind control thing.]

Stand on one leg and sing, "I'm a Little Teapot."

[Because mind-controlling supervillains have to get their laughs from somewhere.]

Re: B

[afterthesky]

[Well this feels familiar. She just stares him in the eye]

Stop that.

Re: B

[putonmythinkingcap]

[This was not the sort of reaction he was expecting--at worst, he was expecting to be dismissed as just a weirdo thanks to the absurd requests he was making. He's just going to try to look innocent now, even if that direct eye contact is making him start to sweat.]

But I'm not doing anything.

[There's another strong suggestion with that, that nope, he's not doing anything at all.]

[noluckduck]

[... Huh. Clover comes to a stop, raising an eyebrow.] 'Sup?

[putonmythinkingcap]

It's really just a bit of help with a fairly simple experiment...

[And now he's got his mind control mojo locked in the on position, even if it's nowhere near as strong as what he's thinking it is.]

I need you to imitate a frog.

[noluckduck]

A frog? Like... Whaddya want me to do, just kinda squat [- which is precisely what she does at this point -] and... ribbit at ya?

[putonmythinkingcap]

Sure. Maybe jump up and down a couple of times. All frog-like, y'see?

B - John Doe Park

[relic_hunter]

Hm? I guess I could help. Somehow. What is it you had in mind?

Re: B - John Doe Park

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Cliff gives Lock his most charming smile and switches on that whole mind control thing.]

Dance around like a funny little monkey for me, would you?

[relic_hunter]

Dance around like a...
...


Can't I just dance normally?

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Cliff is just exerting a bit more of that mind control pressure right now...]

Nah, it's got to be a funny little monkey.

B

[witchofthechalk]

[You drew the attention of a teenage girl in a witches hat.]

With what?

Re: B

[putonmythinkingcap]

Just a bit of an experiment.

[He gives her a charming smile and starts working his mind control, delivering an encouraging mental nudge.]

I need you to do the hokey pokey while quacking like a duck.

[witchofthechalk]

What's that?

[The mental nudging doesn't seem to be working. Also she really has no idea what the "hokey pokey" is.]

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Darn. He's going to intensify his mental efforts there...]

It's a dance. Just a stupid, silly dance. Doesn't have to be specific. Just something generically stupid-looking.

So do it.

[He's not exactly being polite there...]

A - 850 Goldberg

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Chell passes by Cliff with the large turret close behind her. If Cliff looks up at the two, he'll never see the turret move, but when he glaces away, it'll suddenly be closer behind Chell.

She pauses and gives Cliff an odd look, why was he lying in the middle of the grass?]

Re: A - 850 Goldberg

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Oh, is that? It's Chell, and...some...turret...thing. Cliff tries to sit up to get a better look at the turret, because new technology interests him so.]

What the hell is that?

[Nope, moving and speaking was too much. He groans, grabs at the bridge of his nose in a classic "I have a headache" move, and flops back down onto the lawn again.]

I need an aspirin...or ten...

[Not that he actually expects her to do anything about this...]

[jumpsuited_rat]

[If he hadn't been a jerk, Chell would be glad to write down what she knows about the turrets for him. But since they're not on the best of terms, she's going to ignore his question and his complaining.

He was right that she wasn't going to do anything about his situation, but what had caused him to get such a nasty headache?]

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Yeah, the lack of help or concern was pretty much exactly what he expected. He's slowly trying to sit up again. Chell might notice the regain envelope crumpled under one of his hands. The photograph of a brain that had been inside said envelope is under it, and as he moves and groans a little, it becomes visible.]