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bakerstreet2012-09-10 02:30 pm
341_bishop) wrote in bakerstreet2012-09-10 02:30 pm
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The Aliens Meme
THE ALIENS MEME
People always wondered if there was intelligent life out there beyond our solar system. Well lucky us, there is. But take away the lucky part and we're left with an alien race that wants nothing more than to use our bodies as incubators for their babies. If not out right kill us. They're intelligent and adapt to situations to overcome what is thrown at them and will do everything to find you. Once they do, who can say what will happen.
Unless you can escape.
HERE'S WHAT TO DO:
- Post with your character (name and fandom in the subject).
- Other people reply and they become your 'team' the survivors trying to escape.
- Work together, or don't, to outsmart the Xenomorphs (the aliens).
- You will also run into these little suckers, and if they catch you they'll cling to your face, implanting an alien baby inside you. Have fun with that. They're hard to get off as their tail wraps around your throat, usually to knock the victim out to make them easier to handle.
- Get to an escape pod on the ship you're on, or blow up the ship. Maybe you all die. Either way, have fun!
- WARNING FOR GRAPHIC DEATHS AND CREEPY ALIENS!
sorry i totally passed out last night >___>
And it's fun too, because you have to get at least a little creative with these assholes - it's not all just point and beam, no sir - because there's just so goddammed many of the little bastards. They just keep showing up and people keep fighting them back and everybody goes home and thinks about what just happened and has a beer or whatever and then like three weeks later at a new global coordinate someone else meets a different bunch of them and they do the same thing, over and over and over and over again. He's lost track of the encounters JARVIS was feeding him earlier - off the top of his head, anyway. He still knows what they are.
Shoot, boom, blast, boom, boom de yada, shoot, laser, boom, boom, pow. Maybe these songs were just made for fighting aliens. Maybe they are aliens. It would totally account for the success of songs with lyrics like those.
Who the fuck is that?
He watches as someone else in what looks remarkably like one of his own suits - near model to this one, just a few differences, he's scanning them over for comparison, and belatedly realizes JARVIS quietly doing the same already (good boy). They shoot at the thing he was already shooting at, which, hey, he had it, he got it, but you know, thanks for the help, always appreciated, Steve said he had to be a team player, so look here he is, playing for the team. ]
My house. I'd thought they were exclusive but apparently I was just blatantly lied to by the manufacturer. How embarrassing. [ No visor flip-up just yet, but a tilt of the head. Who is that in there? ]
hahah, no worries, it happens to me too!
Funny, I thought they were one of a kind too. In fact the last time I saw that suit it was, well, on my person.
[She's bite the bullet mysterious other self, don't worry. Once her face plate is flipped back she loses the modified voice and array of scans that JARVIS is feeding her, but frankly neither is doing her much good. All her good man J can tell her is that the suit this guy is sporting is basically identical to her own in all the fundamental ways. This kind of reproduction should have been impossible, unless someone stole her blueprints...
She sticks out a hand after a moment.]
Toni Stark. And you might be?
and i have to sleep because school tomorrow too, but AFTER SCHOOL!
Technically I've got a bunch of these, but just the one as such nice bling, yeah.
[ Oh, yay, faceplate time. You go first, and -- The fuck. Not that he's surprised to find you a girl - a goddamn hot one, too - just that... You look a lot like... Oh fuck and your name, this is a trick, right, this has to be a trick. This is insane. The helmet bobs up and down once as he gets JARVIS to do one more scan for... stuff, and then he looks back at her and retracts the plate on his own, simultaneously reaching out a gauntlet to shake her hand. ]
Tony Stark.
haha you have aces timing, I have to hit some hay myself - UNTIL AFTER SCHOOL! :D
Other her has a beard. She never imagined herself being the kind of man who would have a beard, but then again she's never imagined herself being a man, PERIOD so why would she even...
Well, he makes it look good anyway.]
Wait, don't tell me, let me guess....
[She puts one finger to her temple in a mock of mind reading.]
Also known as Iron Man? Which is inaccurate because gold-titanium alloy but whatever, it just kind of stuck, yes?
technically this is during school but oh well
Of course he makes it look good. He's... them. Man the pronouns are going to get a little weird here really, really fast. ]
Something pretty much exactly like that. It's kind of catchy. What are you, Iron.. Lady?
[ Whoops oh right there's like, an alien invasion happening - watch out for just a second while things blow up. ] You wanna take this to comms so we're not just ducking it out here in the road? Find a nice quiet place a few blocks over for some self-indulgence. Selves indulgence.
hi5!
[She looks around, noting the resurgence of those black ugly buggers that's started to close in on them. Oh yeah. Those. Momentarily their weird horribleness had been trumped by her other self's straight up WEIRD. Well, at least it wasn't an unfamiliar threat.]
Right, yeah, that'd be good. I think we need to have this inevitably strange conversation sitting down with a bottle of something strong between us. but, aliens first.
[She pops her face plate back down, leaving the comm link to Jarvis as she lifts off and tears into the advancing pack of beasts.]
aww yeah
Square deal. Willing to bet there's some weird overlap there too, considering everything's similar down to the cheekbones. Still weird, just saying.
[ His slides shut too, repulsors firing just a few moments later - gotta let the decompression have a second, there's no use in getting some weird implosive ear disease out of impatience, because oddly while he doesn't care about his health at all in other circumstances, he really doesn't feel like the display of incompetence that splattering himself along the inside of his own suit would provide. Some sort of weird, stereotypical, alcohol related death is still preferable to fucking up his science.
And oh right, man, again, these aliens, they're just fucking persistent. He takes off just long enough after she does to make sure he doesn't run into her, quickly chasing a little group of them down Broadway and very shortly subsequently Park. ] So I'm assuming most of the background shit is the same too? [ Given that reaching that whole arc reactor conclusion would be a little... specific. ]
/o/
Lesse... [She hums thoughtfully as she dives into a drove of the aliens and sends them flying like bowling pins if bowling pins were hit by a missile.] Pleasant trip to the desert, funvee gets not so fun, several months accommodation in a sweltering cave, vigilante style retribution.... am I on the money?
[She doesn't want to mention Obadiah and the Monger, she'd much rather assume than talk about that again.]
sorry sorry
Yeah pretty solidly. Sounds about right.
Squad on fifth going south, I'll head them off four blocks down from our current position so the should come straight to you if you stay still.
no worries, late tags are still delightful tags :D
[And by light show she means missiles, a HEAP of them. She finds the just-right spot between two buildings and a bunch of cars to bottleneck the buggers and sure enough Iron Man comes curving around the corner a few blocks up peppering fire at the Xenomorphs heels. They seem CONFUSED, actually. Wasn't there only one armored dangerous person after them a few minutes ago?
The volley of fire Toni blankets them with pretty much decimates the bunch in short order, where once were eight aliens is now an eight foot crater of smoking shells and a smear of sizzling acid.]
Ah, teamwork is so much easier when I'm working with myself.
\o/
[ He zooms along through the area behind them, dodging and picking off whatever stragglers were limping away from her assault, and then shoots up and up to find another squad of the things to engage. ] Seriously, we should have thought of this parallel aid thing ages ago. We're kind of retarded for that, but don't tell anyone I said it.
aah sorry, got buried in other tags @_@
[She takes a long circular sweep around the downtown core, rustling out the remaining clusters of the creatures with noise and proximity. The ones that rush her get smoked on sight, the ones that wisely run she herds toward Tony's position.]
On your six, I brought you a present handsome.
....no worries. >__> work/school/chores
Hell yes, more things to blow up. ] Aww, baby, I knew you liked me. [ Things this easy, he might try and have a little bit more fun with them, normally. Maybe when there's a few less of them, smaller likelihood of some kind of weird blitz thing happening, overwhelming with numbers, you know, that sort of -
Shit that was fast. Close. Sort of close like a low-impact-contact is close. Same thing. ] Hey they're not that bad when they accidentally explode right next to you. And they're sort of a pain in the ass to clip.