[Event] If you want to get out alive...
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shieldacademyauThose that sleep will awaken to a pitch black room with nothing but the faint red glow of the emergency lighting. This glow seemed to frame the ceiling of the room and gradually pulsate between a dimmer glow to a glow almost bright enough to read by then back down again. Every electronic device in the entire academy, dorms, and general building on the SHIELD grounds would display a black DOS-like screen with bright crimson lettering that read a simple, cryptic message.
Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
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Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Date: 2014-08-27 06:28 am (UTC)It's a thought that occurs to him as he watches Sam gets shocked, and he thinks about all those times in school when he'd walked up to a closed door to find a bunch of people standing around it, but no one had even tried the door to see if it was unlocked. He drags his sleeve down over his hand and reaches to open the door.
"Okay, so not locked."
He gives Sam an uneasy look, and then inches forward into the room, looking around, attentive. The door had to be electrified for a reason. Right?
"Why do I feel like that was too easy?"
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Date: 2014-08-27 03:26 pm (UTC)"When you boys were young children, did you ever imagine the floor was something other than a surface on which you could walk?" There was something far too foreboding to her voice.
The lights came back on to reveal that the ground was, quite suddenly, made of lava. Or so it appeared. The bubbling, churning, molten liquid gave off no heat. The ground at their feet was solid, but beyond that... The woman stood on a solid slab next to the main computer, which was on the other side of the room. "How will you boys reach me? Perhaps you should just turn back."
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Date: 2014-09-05 09:48 pm (UTC)And as if on cue...
It was a woman speaking. Definitely a woman and he thought he recognised her voice, like he'd heard it somewhere before. Whatever it was, the laughter made him shudder.
"Who the hell are you?" he called out, only for it to end in a soft cry of fear when suddenly, suddenly the ground wasn't all that solid, wasn't anything close to safe, and getting shocked was about the last thing on his mind.
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Date: 2014-09-08 05:08 am (UTC)"We can figure this out, right?" He's seriously asking the question. It's meant to be something they can work around, right? "Like everything else? We just need to stay calm and think it through."
He takes a deep breath and thinks about what she said. "This is like playing the floor is lava. Maybe it's an illusion?" That's when he notices the lack of heat, the relative unchanged nature of the room, other than the floor made of lava.
"Test it. Do you have a pen or something?"
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Date: 2014-09-09 01:23 am (UTC)"Yeah," Sam replies sounding somewhat breathless. That lava looks awfully deadly. He doesn't like things that are deadly. "Yeah, stay calm while we're probably gonna get burnt to a crisp. You're the smart one who keeps his head about stuff." Sam was just there to remind everyone that Kevin was special.
He gives his brother an incredulous look. "The floor is lava right now," he said. Quite obviously lava, but he patted his pockets anyway before finally pulling out a cheap biro. "So just... throw it into the lava."
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Date: 2014-09-09 03:30 am (UTC)"I guess it could be magic lava, though. That's why we should test it. Throw that in."
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Date: 2014-09-14 07:12 pm (UTC)If Sam were to throw the pen, he would find that it just rests atop the lava. Not floating, not bobbing in the disturbances, just... lying flat and still as if it sat on the floor.
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Date: 2014-09-19 01:32 pm (UTC)He takes a breath and drops the pen and it just... it sort of lies there. It doesn't even look like it's on liquid, just like he'd dropped it on the ground.
"Okay. That is weird so... Only one thing for it, right?"
He keeps hold of Kevin's hand for a moment before he steps right off and onto the lava.
And it feels just like the floor.
"I'm not dead."