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paixaorpg2006-07-31 09:25 pm
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Not falling for it. [COMPLETE]
Character(s): Dib, Lucifer, Demyx
Content: Dib enters Paixao and meets the Devil hisself, of allpeople ...err... infernal beings. Demyx shows up and astounds everyone with his absent-mindedness.
Setting: Vanaheim gate area
Time: Tuesday2, noon
Warnings: Paranoia and dubious conspiracy theories
"GAAAAAAAAH!!!! HABAHRUAHAAHAAAA!?!?!?!!!!"
Dib was not feeling his most eloquent at the moment. However, after he got all his terrified, incoherent yelling out of his system, he calmed down enough to look around. What the...? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yep, that crazy dome thingie was still there. And he was still outside it. And not in Zim's base, where he had been a second before.
He was beginning to get the feeling that something was amiss.
Still glancing around furtively, Dib began walking towards the giant gates before him and the perky blonde lady who was standing at a booth just outside it. "Maybe I'm under the influence of a hallucinogen that Zim released as an aerosol," he muttered to himself. "No... this is to coherent of an image. But Zim must have done something..."
The morning rush of refugees had died down, so there wasn't really a line that Dib had to deal with. He walked up to the blonde and glared up at her, thoroughly unamused. "Okay, where am I?"
"Welcome to Paixao!!!!" the lady chirped, her grin so wide Dib was amazed she was able to squeeze the words out between her teeth. "Here's a journal and some informational pamphlets to help you as you enjoy our fine city!!" She thrust a small tablet and several pamplets in Dib's direction.
The young Membrane looked at the proffered items, at the lady's amazingly sunny face, then back at the items again. "I already have a laptop, see?" he said, holding open his long black coat to reveal his laptop strapped snugly to his back with a genuine-issue Swollen Eyeball Concealed Laptop Holster. Oh yeah, he was cool.
Smile smile smile. Didn't her face get tired? "Well now you have two!! Isn't that nifty?!!!" The tourist guide or whatever she was literally shoved the notebook and pamphlets into Dib's arms. "Now have a nice day!!!"
Wait a minute... Dib was putting the tablet into his pocket when he realized what was going on. "Ah-HAH!!" he cried, leaping onto the booth so he was at eye-level with the blonde. "I know what's going on here! This is obviously a pathetic holographic virtual reality that Zim created to fool me!" He leveled an accusing finger at the woman. "Well, I'm not falling for it this time, Zim! You hear me?!"
The lady didn't stop smiling, but now her grin was that of someone dealing with a clinically insane individual. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir!"
Dib snorted. "Oh please. You're the most pathetic, stereotypical excuse for a tourist guide I've ever seen. Only Zim could come up with a human as pathetic as this."
"Uh... what?"
Exasperated, Dib hopped down from the booth with a shake of his head. "Fine Zim," he said airily. "Whatever. Try and keep up the charade. It's not going to work." He stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking into the city. "I'll figure out how to get out of here soon enough. Just you wait."
Once inside, Dib looked up at the domes that soared above him and the array of buildings that crowded the streets. Well, he had to give Zim credit for architectural ingenuity, at least. Too bad the Irken wasn't nearly as original when it came to the people. Then again, Dib should have expected as much. With a haughty chuckle, Dib sat down on a low retaining wall surrounding aluminum grass and a bronze tree (that was an interesting touch on Zim's part) and proceeded to deconstruct the tablet the tourist guide lady had given him. It would be of more use once it was integrated with his own laptop.
Content: Dib enters Paixao and meets the Devil hisself, of all
Setting: Vanaheim gate area
Time: Tuesday2, noon
Warnings: Paranoia and dubious conspiracy theories
"GAAAAAAAAH!!!! HABAHRUAHAAHAAAA!?!?!?!!!!"
Dib was not feeling his most eloquent at the moment. However, after he got all his terrified, incoherent yelling out of his system, he calmed down enough to look around. What the...? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yep, that crazy dome thingie was still there. And he was still outside it. And not in Zim's base, where he had been a second before.
He was beginning to get the feeling that something was amiss.
Still glancing around furtively, Dib began walking towards the giant gates before him and the perky blonde lady who was standing at a booth just outside it. "Maybe I'm under the influence of a hallucinogen that Zim released as an aerosol," he muttered to himself. "No... this is to coherent of an image. But Zim must have done something..."
The morning rush of refugees had died down, so there wasn't really a line that Dib had to deal with. He walked up to the blonde and glared up at her, thoroughly unamused. "Okay, where am I?"
"Welcome to Paixao!!!!" the lady chirped, her grin so wide Dib was amazed she was able to squeeze the words out between her teeth. "Here's a journal and some informational pamphlets to help you as you enjoy our fine city!!" She thrust a small tablet and several pamplets in Dib's direction.
The young Membrane looked at the proffered items, at the lady's amazingly sunny face, then back at the items again. "I already have a laptop, see?" he said, holding open his long black coat to reveal his laptop strapped snugly to his back with a genuine-issue Swollen Eyeball Concealed Laptop Holster. Oh yeah, he was cool.
Smile smile smile. Didn't her face get tired? "Well now you have two!! Isn't that nifty?!!!" The tourist guide or whatever she was literally shoved the notebook and pamphlets into Dib's arms. "Now have a nice day!!!"
Wait a minute... Dib was putting the tablet into his pocket when he realized what was going on. "Ah-HAH!!" he cried, leaping onto the booth so he was at eye-level with the blonde. "I know what's going on here! This is obviously a pathetic holographic virtual reality that Zim created to fool me!" He leveled an accusing finger at the woman. "Well, I'm not falling for it this time, Zim! You hear me?!"
The lady didn't stop smiling, but now her grin was that of someone dealing with a clinically insane individual. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir!"
Dib snorted. "Oh please. You're the most pathetic, stereotypical excuse for a tourist guide I've ever seen. Only Zim could come up with a human as pathetic as this."
"Uh... what?"
Exasperated, Dib hopped down from the booth with a shake of his head. "Fine Zim," he said airily. "Whatever. Try and keep up the charade. It's not going to work." He stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking into the city. "I'll figure out how to get out of here soon enough. Just you wait."
Once inside, Dib looked up at the domes that soared above him and the array of buildings that crowded the streets. Well, he had to give Zim credit for architectural ingenuity, at least. Too bad the Irken wasn't nearly as original when it came to the people. Then again, Dib should have expected as much. With a haughty chuckle, Dib sat down on a low retaining wall surrounding aluminum grass and a bronze tree (that was an interesting touch on Zim's part) and proceeded to deconstruct the tablet the tourist guide lady had given him. It would be of more use once it was integrated with his own laptop.
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Ohh... why was he here? He hated lines. That and he didn't even know what he was waiting to get into. That huge city? With the domes? Well... the domes were pretty sweet because they reminded him of bubbles. A foolish grin found its way on Demyx's face.
Maybe this place would be kind of cool and not scary or dangerous and all the people would be really nice to him!
"Sir... Sir! You're next sir!" A woman at a small... desk thing stood by these two really huge gates shaped like trees. The trees had fruit. Man, now he was kind of hungry.
"Oh!" Demyx pipped as he scurried up to the woman. She was... really really really blonde. More so than him. Huh. That's kind of cool...
"Here you go, sir. Your journal. Welcome to the city." She handed Demyx a small, black box... thing. The boy was hesitant to take it. He reached forward then pulled back. He reached again... but no. Maybe it was poisoned?
Wait. It couldn't be poisoned. You don't eat these things. "Thank you!" he grinned, taking the journal.
The blonde strode through the tree-y gates to find two individuals nearby. They seemed engaged in a long conversation. Hey... maybe they were really nice people! One was really short and had a huge head and the other was smoking (and that was kind of gross) but Demyx wanted some company in this place.
"Hey! Hey guys! He---" Demyx's call to the two was not finished. He promptly tripped over his own feet and landed face first on the ground. He struggled to stand and his hand found his way to his nose. "Owwww..." Oh man! Why now? Was it broken? Was it broken?
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Now everything was happening at once, it seemed. First, some guy with a cigarette claims to be the devil, now some other guy shows up looking... well, looking pretty drunk. What was next - a porn star or something? Let's see how many vices we can fit into once place! Gimme a break... Dib looked at Demyx, then up at Lucifer, then back down at Demyx. "Who's he, then?" he asked Lucifer snidely, pointing at Demyx as the Nobody struggled to rise. "The archangel Gabriel?"