Update on recent happenings, in which Glyph tries his darndest to burn down IC, and turns the fountain into a haven for sea creatures
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--At The Library--
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Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin finally finds the time to return to the Library. He hopes Akitsu didn't mind him having to leave so quickly last time. Looking around, he notices no one is here - ah well, that's fine, he's particularly interested in checking out the books anyway.
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin begins the climb up the Main Stairs. Oh, how he hates stairs.
--Heading to the stairs--
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin shambles miserable up the stairs. It's always stairs.
--Heading into the Library proper--
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin gazes around the room, his jaw hanging open a bit. "Well now. That's a sight for sore eyes, it is. Heh. Lovely."
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin spends quite a while perusing the shelves, occassionally having his servo arms pull a book from a shelf to be added to the steadily growing pile in his arms.
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin, satisfied with his choices, heads out to the Balcony.
--Heading out to the Balconey--
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin sits gentle in the rocking chair. "Ah... perfect." He pulls a pipe out from somewhere in his rabbit suit, stuffs it with tobacco, and begins an exciting journey into the world of words. He reads for several hours straight.
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin eventually, however, begins to nod off, his eyes having trouble staying open, and the words begin to run together. "Just... one more..." he yawns. "Chapter." he finishes, and packs one last batch of tobacco into his pipe.
Male Zombie [01d01h] Glyph McGriffin doesn't finish. Seconds later, the books falls from his hands (perching itself quite Improbably safely and neatly atop the pile he brought out) as he nods off, head dipping forward, the pipe popping out of his mouth to land in his lap.
Male Zombie [01d28s] Glyph McGriffin, several minutes later, lazily opens one of his eyes and takes a little snf, on of his nostrils flaring a bit. "s'That smoke?" He looks around a bit, confused. Where is he? What was...? Ah. Yes. The Library
Male Zombie [01d35s] Glyph McGriffin thinks a bit to himself. Strange. Nothing seems to be... he looks down. "Oh." he says. "Darn." Bolting from the chair, the crotch and a leg of his rabbit suit going up in flames, he overbalances himself goes right over the railing.
Male Zombie [01d38s] Glyph McGriffin lets out a "Aaaaaa-" from the other side of the railing, gradually receding in volume, and then follows it up with an "aaahoOOf" as he hits the ground below. This is accompanied by a loud thump, and then followed by a fwoof and a yell.
--Back outside--
Cue Glyph running around several squares on fire, yelling about how he's on fire, until arriving in...
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--Improbable Central--
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Male Zombie [01d32s] Glyph McGriffinruns into town, wreathed in a ball of flame. In case there was any doubt among the onlookers as to whether or not this was simply the natural state of things or something more dire, he accompanies the running with cries of "Halp! I'm on fire! Argh!"
Male Joker [01d21s] Notable Badass Harris , begging the lady's pardon, turns and helpfully trips the man, then commences to roll him back and forth on the ground like a great screaming lump of dough.
Male Zombie [01d04s] Glyph McGriffin, waving his arms and blinded by the smoke, trips over an unexpected foot. As he crashes into the ground, his jaw finally finishes detaching, bouncing up through the air and crashing through a nearby window. He is then rolled around quite roughly.
[01d29s] Wild Thing Marly skips just out of way, so as not to hinder the proceedings. "Should I go send for the fire brigade?" That would involve founding it, but... "Maybe there's one in the Bingo Hall," she muses quietly.
Male Zombie [01d53s] Glyph McGriffin is, thankfully, no longer on fire. He is also, somehow, to his chagrin, still wearing that god darned cursed rabbit suit. Sitting up, still smoldering, he tries to get off a Thank ya but only manages a "Aggh Ugh"
Male Joker [01d53s] Notable Badass Harris eyes the dubious nature of the fire's extinguishing, and nods. "Absolutley. THat blue-haired girl, she's often by the water, is she not? What about her?"
Male Alien Elementalist [01d00s] Corporal Rucin walks out of the Haberdashery, a jaw stuck loosely upon his shoulder. "Excuse me, but did somebody...um, is anyone missing their lower jaw?"
Male Zombie [01d27s] Glyph McGriffin looks around worried. "Uh Ugch. Hugh ehlyuh hlee augh aww"
Male Joker [01d01s] Notable Badass Harris smiles broadly then frowns in rapid succesion as he realizes the falmes he was watching were the ones his dice are now engulfed in. "SCHIESSE!", he comments, leaping on them.
Male Zombie [01d38s] Glyph McGriffin feels frantically at his face, but finds along the teeth of his upper jaw and a hanging tongue. This is... not good.
[01d08s] Wild Thing Marly looks at the storefront with the broken window and starts warming up her excuses. She didn't do it, she was in Madagascar, didn't she pay them last week? Her attention is dragged back to the companions du jour at Harris's exclamation. "Sauerkraut?"
[01d38s] Wild Thing Marly quickly starts flapping her tie at the engulfed dice.
Male Alien Elementalist [01d52s] Corporal Rucin blinks as he hears the name of his favorite cabbage treat, "They have sauerkrautr on the island now? May I have some?"
Male Zombie [01d23s] Glyph McGriffin looks to Rucin. "Agh houghch hloahchragh lash ugh hlungugch"
Male Joker [01d00s] Notable Badass Harris stands from his frantic crouch, now triumphantly wielding the flaming dice inbetween two (now somewhat flaming as well) sticks. "Well, you know what they say about fire and dice."
[01d19s] Wild Thing Marly gives up and flips her tie over her shoulder. "Never go to Vegas?" She gives Rucin a hopeless look and a shrug. "You'd have to catch the cabbages first. Last I saw them, Eben was chasing them quite desperately. Escemfer quite less desperately."
Male Joker [01d09s] Notable Badass Harris nods his assent to her understanding of the situation. He grins a white grin at her. "In a pinch, hotdogs and lemonade!"
[01d59s] Wild Thing Marly's stomach growls. Ooh. "...Lemonade. Meat." She eyes Harris, then Glyph, then Rucin. Hrm. Too thin, too... zombie, too... cheesy.
[01d51s] Wild Thing Marly sighs.
Male Alien Elementalist [01d36s] Corporal Rucin, unaware of how his clothing may have saved him, eyes the fellow zombie. Lifting up his shoulder, he says, "I suppose that this would be yours, then. Need help reattaching it?" He offers the zombie the jawbone.
Male Joker [01d07s] Notable Badass Harris extends a servo arm from his jacket (his fleshy ones being a bit precpccupied) and crooks it for Marly. "Come, Watson!" he declaims, gesturing with his now midsized fire. "The picnic's afoot!"
Male Zombie [01d56s] Glyph McGriffin, watching as Rucin leans through the broken window and grabs the jaw from the steadily spreading fire, nods as it is handed back to him. He also gestures to the flames still coming off it, though they are already burning themselves out.
[01d22s] Wild Thing Marly looks at the arm, then at the dice, and does the only sensible thing a lazy monster can do. She hops up and perches best as she can on the extended servo. "I say, Holmes!"
Male Joker [01d54s] Notable Badass Harris remembers at last to tip his hat to his new co-conspirators in arsonous luncheon. "Harris Euegene Doubledon, at your service, Sirs. I do believe some saurkraut tried to eat my leg on my way through the gates; I shall hunt it down and kill it-"
Male Alien Elementalist [01d50s] Corporal Rucin eyes the fire, and snuffs it between his backpack and a good hankerchief. "Here you go, now hold still..." He does his best to line up the bone and force it back into its proper sockets. "You still might want to see the medic about that."
Male Zombie [01d23s] Glyph McGriffin pulls a package of various leatherworking needles and several spools of different weight threads from his bag, miraculously undamaged by the fire.
Male Joker Notable Badass Harris inclines his head to Rucin "and we shall, of course, save you, Sir, the brain." He inclines his head to McGriffin, then turns on his heel and speeds off into the jungle, carefully balancing fanged woman and fire with athletic grace.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin speaks as best he can through the poorly attached jaw. "hYugh heny gooh whith a nheeghle han gthred"
Offline Male Human Hermes emerges from Shiela's shack, fiddling with his shiny invisisuit until it "blends" into his coat to become formalwear. Satisfied, he whistles his way across town.
Wild Thing Marly balances with less athletic and more carefully-clinging grace as they run off into the jungles.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin pieces together the guestion, and shakes his head. "Well, I'm just barely able to use them properly, but I can do so if it's an emergency."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin moans. "hyighm fyighn whigth hwaght hyi kgchen sghee, rugh hyi gchencht sghee brghy hfras."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin he pushes the kit towards Rucin, clearly distraught by his inability to speak. He'd let his Servo arms handle it, but he learned a long time ago not to trust them with those sort of tasks.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin shrugs. "Okay, whatever you say." Or whatever you said, he thinks, as he begins sewing the Zombie jaw back into its proper position.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin waits patiently for him to finish the task.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin tightens the ends of a few little knots, then steps back to admire his work. "Okay, I've finished. Is that feeling better now? Not feeling, but...you know what I mean."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin nods and shifts it around a bit. Not bad. Felt better than it has for a while, too. "Not bad, ah think. Heh, ya even got that hole in the side that was frustratin' me so. Thanks a heap. I'm Glyph, by the way."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin offers a hand to shake. "Like I said, I normally take care of tha' sort of stuff myself, but I don't have much of a sense o'touch, so it it's hard when I can't see what I'm workin' on."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin grins. "And I've always been pretty bad with mirrors."
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin shakes the hand firmly. "And my name's Rucin. Glad to have been useful. And I know what you mean about the mirrors, I thnk."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin asks "So who was that man who kindly put me out earlier? And should we do something about that?" he asks, thumbing towards the nearby building which is having a go at seeing if it can't upgrade from middling bonfire to blazing inferno.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin's blank, dead eyes reflect the sparkling flames of the burning building as he surmises the situation. "I'm not really sure who it was that put you out, I don't think I've met him before. As for the fire; yeah, we should try to get it under control."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin turns to look at the building as well. It's going pretty strong. "Any ideas?"
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin thinks for a bit. "We could hope it starts raining. That seems unlikely enough to work."
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin thinks, and shakes his head. "I can't rea;;y think of anything. Well, one thing, but it's a terrible idea. Want to try it?"
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin shrugs and chuckles a bit. "Well, I can't imagine it could make things much worse. And well, if it did, that would likely be impressive enough to be worth it, I think. Whats the idea?"
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin debates his morals abit, then shrugs and runs into eBoy's. "I'll be right back."
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin returns from eBoy's, slightly bewildered. "I tried to buy it, but eBoy said that this one was on the house...That's really unlike him. Anyway, here's my idea." He holds up an improbability bomb.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin eyes widen. "Genius!"
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin turns to the flames and grins. Yep, this will definitely either fix the problem, or make it spectacular. He just hopes he doesn't end up on fire again... he backs a ways away from Rucin and the flames. "Capital! Let 'er rip!"
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin nods, and solemly strikes a match. As soon as he does, he realizes that he just wasted a match, and tosses the unlit improbability bomb into the flames. "Deimos, incoming! Let the actual fire light the wick, duh," he shouts, then mutters.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin dives to the ground, peeking through his fingers, barely concealed glee on his face. He can't wait to see...
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin turns to Glyph and explains, "I've had those things blow up in my face before, you see. they can be nasty little tricks, but they can also work wonders."
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin has barely finished explaining when a flash of light shines out through the fire, followed by an immense splash as several hundred cubic feet of water and a school of fish are improbably transported into the hat shop, flooding out the windows.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin is promptly picked up by the rush of water filling the square and floated back several feet, whooping and hollering with glee.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin the grenade seems to have summoned small lake. Perfect. No, wait... not a lake! Those look like ocean-dwelling fish.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin squeals, but in shock rather than merriment. "Oh no; what have I done!? Those poor fishies!" He pulls a fishbowl helmet off of a passing human and begins scooping up little puddles of fish.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin gets to his feet, and points a bit. "Uh..." while the building is no longer raging with flames, many of the fish flopping about the square ARE. He's not exactly sure how that happened, though. He shrugs and decides to ignore it.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin pulls a fishbowl out of his own pack, and follows Rucin's leading, scooping up dozens of the fish, and then transporting them to the central fountain.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin leaves the ones that are on fire. That will handle itself soon enough, and then dinner will be ready.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin blinks. "Are you sure they'll be okay in the fountain? These look like ocean-dwelling fish..." A very confused scuba diver wanders into the street, and falls over violently onto the dirt.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "Ah, yes, good point... Put em in there for now anyways, and give me a minute."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin heads into one of the shops that isn't burned down or flooded.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin nods, and hurriedly empties the fishbowl and begins collecting more fish. He ignores the traumatized human suffering from the bends.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin emerges a short time later, stepping over the writhing diver, with a large sack of sugar. No, wait. Salt. Yeah, salt. Well, some sort of white stuff anyways. He gives Rucin a big thumbs up, rips it open, and pours it into the fountain. "There!"
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin nods happily, as he empties his third fishbowl into the fountain--just before the angry female contestant that he snatched it from forces him to hand it back. "Well, that's almost all of them...most of the ones I could see, at least."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin mutters something about how he's at least pretty sure its not cocaine. Not for that price.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin tries pouring some water over one of the flaming fishes, but it only seems to make the fire worse. They'll just have to wait on those ones. He takes the last few non-burny fish and dumps 'em in the fountain, though a good number of em were dead.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin shrugs. Maybe they'll get better. Never know.
Male Alien Elementalist Corporal Rucin tastes the fountain. Yep, that seems to be salt water, allright. Some kind of salt.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin finally notices some of the burny fish have stopped burning. He picks one up and takes a bite out of it. Not bad! He offers one to Rucin. "Now for a break after a job well done. Quick thinking there! You're a smart guy."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin, satisfied the crisis is averted, saunters into the jungle to beat in some monster heads.