myafterlifesux (myafterlifesux) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-03-22 17:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, [plot] replicators, george lass (myafterlifesux), quentin coldwater (kingoffillory), ~2023 march |
Who: George Lass and Quentin Coldwater
What: Fighting Those % Replicators
When: Thursday, around noon
Where: The Casino
Warnings: Language, probably. It's George.
Status: Incomplete
George took refuge in the Iron Pepper Casino mostly because that was the closest structure. She'd been out and about in Madison, and the Erector Set Bugs had gone from a tolerable nuisance to a real pain in the ass. One had chased her until she threw her phone away to distract it while she ran through the parking lot at the casino. It looked like a good third of the cars parked there were being turned into more of the goddamn bugs.
She ran through the entrance into what seemed like acres of one-armed bandits, and stumbled into a crowd of people giving an unreasonable amount of attention to...a blank wall. Several blazer-clad security guys were huddled together, talking. One was slamming a sledge hammer into the wall, mostly to no great effect. Once he drove the head deep into the wood paneling, but when he wrenched it free, the hole closed up almost immediately.
"What the fuck is that?" George asked of no one in particular.
"Those damn metal bugs have sealed themselves up behind that wall," a stranger said. "God alone knows what they're doing back there, but it can't be good."
"Somebody should go see what they're up to!" another bystander insisted. "And put a stop to it!"
"You're welcome to try, lady," one of the security guards said. "They're rebuilding the wall faster than we can break it down."
That's when George had An Idea (tm). It was a pretty damn good idea, if she said so herself. "I can handle this," she announced, moving forward. "We need someone the bugs won't notice and can't hurt to go spy on them."
"And how do you propose to do that?" a security guard asked her, looking skeptical. And big.
"Not me," she said. "I'm just the facilitator. One of you guys will have to do it," she said, sweeping a pointing finger over the gathered crowd. "Have any of you ever had an out-of-body experience? Would you like to?"