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| Things that go Boom; Yoyo's Challenge | |
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| Topic Started: August 11, 2015, 6:41 pm (146 Views) | |
| Storyteller | August 11, 2015, 6:41 pm Post #1 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Yoyo’s room of Murderworld ![]() ![]() Yoyo’s door opened into a well lit back of a dentist’s office. The paint on the walls was free of little fingerprints or dents, the carpet was unstained and all the fixtures were dustfree. In fact it looked very much as though the room had never been used and that would be the case. There were three vestibules with a dentist chair and equipment in each along the left side of the room. The right side lead to a front desk office, a bathroom, and storage room. A door at the back end had a large red exit sign above it and a screen attached to the door. The room was unsettlingly silent. There was no hum from the florescent tubes on the ceiling, or crunch of the carpet when Yoyo’s feet pressed into it. Even the door closing behind him made no sound at all. As soon as it was closed and locked, the screen on the opposite door lit up to display Arcade’s face. He started talking but there was no sound and then he tapped his palm against his forehead, causing a ripple in his long red hair. He held up a finger to ask for a moment and then held up a blank white piece of paper. He swiped his hand in front of it and text appeared. “Yoyo Jin Jenkins… you’re parents must be horribly racist.” Swipe “As you may have noticed, there is no sound here.” Swipe “I have changed the rules of the room so sound cannot exist.” Swipe “Teleporting won’t work.” Swipe “Here’s how you get out of here alive:” Swipe “In a few moments, three people will walk through the door you came through.” Swipe “You will have 10 minutes to remove a tooth from each.” Swipe “After that time, the door will lock.” He set the paper down and smiled a wicked smile at Yoyo. The screen turned black and displayed a red “10:00” but it didn’t start counting down. A look around the room would show that while seemingly unused, all the chair cubicles were fully stocked with dental equipment in sealed sterile packages. They had picks and mirrors, the toothguard looking things for fluoride treatments, and of course the pliers used to pull teeth. Yoyo wouldn’t be able to talk, but the office section had plenty of blank paper and writing implements. If checked he would find that the plumbing in the bathroom worked. A short while later, the door he entered through opened again and three of the workers walked in, two men and a woman. They crept in cautiously and stayed huddled together. They tried to speak, but were horrified to find that although they could feel themselves talking, no sound came out. When they noticed Yoyo, they eyed him with suspicion and back away. Tag: KaBoom |
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| Kevin | August 17, 2015, 1:25 pm Post #2 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld Yoyo was now exposed. And he really hated that. He and Dryad were forced out of their hiding place or be faced with cyanide murder, and that was not something Yoyo was going to accept. He teleported from the custodial closet to his door, hunched down and braced against it until it opened. While Teon offered some encouragement, it didn't do much for him. It gave him some fuel, though. He had someone to come back to. He couldn't die before tongue-mouthing and blowjobing. He stepped into the very lovely dentist office. Everything was so clean and sterile and quiet. While Yoyo hadn't been in a dentists' office in years, he'd had plenty of check ups with a house-call dentist his parents would call in every six months. The man was ordered to wear a biohazard suit every time he came to check Yoyo's pearly whites, told that he was extremely ill and possibly contagious, but the dentist never got the full detail. That Yoyo was just a mutant, and his parents were ignorant. Oblivious to the true meaning of the silence of the room as he looked around curious and far less terrified than he had been in the cyanide room, he caught the movement on the screen in the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Arcade had turned mute. Or his monitor was broken. Maybe the challenge was to buy him a new monitor! Yoyo could do that. And then Arcade started using a pad for Yoyo to read.
'Yes they are.' He tried to say. But the noise didn't come out. What? 'Hello? HELLO? HAVE I GONE TERRIBLY DEAF?' he tried to scream out, but there was just no noise. Whatsoever. But as it turns out, Arcade was quick to explain. No noise. Sound can't exist. His teleporting was inaccessible. How Arcade would know that, Yoyo was baffled by. Yoyo himself barely understood the rules of his own abilities. Ten minutes to get a tooth for three strangers. That would be really hard. That was essentially doing three quick surgeries. But if he learned anything from Jean and Eight, it was that he could do it. They could do anything... and so could Yoyo. As the three entered and looked sheepishly at Yoyo, they'd see him writing out messages on a list of papers. He waved a quick hello, and finally put the papers out on the table for them in a line.
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| Storyteller | August 19, 2015, 2:56 pm Post #3 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Yoyo’s room of Murderworld There were definitely problems with Yoyo's social graces or lack there of. However, in the particular situation they were in, his blunt honesty was probably an asset. Between the quirkyness of his speech and the expression on his face, the woman worker felt a pang in her heart cut through the fear she was feeling and she rushed up to wrap a reassuring arm around the terrified teen. Behind them, the clock started ticking down. The two men hung back for a moment trying to figure things out before one rushed into the office and came back with paper and a pen. He quickly scribbled a message.
The other man snatched the paper and wrote his message.
The second man motioned for Yoyo to come closer and the woman with him guided him over.
Arcade, watched, the cameras zooming in on the writing so he could read it. Finger, ooh I like that. Maybe for the next challenge... yes I could adjust that. In the office, the woman let go of Yoyo and sat down in one of the chairs. She leaned back and opened her mouth. She looked over at the men and saw the shock on her coworkers' faces. She closed her mouth and motioned for them to give her the paper.
She leaned back, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes. George rifled through the packages of tools and found a pair of the clamps needed to pull out teeth and handed it to Yoyo then jotted a message down.
Behind them the other man was starting to pace, obviously not at all as ok with the situation as the rest of the people in the room. Tag: KaBoom Redneck tooth pull Edited by Storyteller, August 19, 2015, 2:57 pm.
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| Kevin | August 26, 2015, 11:45 pm Post #4 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld An argument was quickly afoot, and Yoyo felt just terrible about it all. But there was enough at stake here that wallowing around and hoping for it to all blow over was just not an option. First and foremost, Yoyo was on his own, here. He didn't have anyone to save him this time. He didn't have Forge and Liam taking a protective stance in front of him and trying to keep his naivety safe from drug dealers and the like. He didn't have Teon to hide behind from an evil telepath. He didn't have Jean or Scott telling him what to do, or Eight around to close up any wounds he might get. Yoyo was the only person who could get himself out of this situation. Additionally, Yoyo was a man who was developing his own sense of morality in the world. While his abrasive honesty, chronic social faux pas, and self-created social patterns were absolutely things that worked against him in this great big world, his morality was something he was learning he could count on. And with that, he took great honor in following through with what Utopia stood for. Even in the face of adversity and in the presence of mortal danger, he was vowed to try and protect those that might need his help. And as it stood, there were three people in this room that would die if he chose not to complete a challenge. Granted, the challenge itself was something he'd see at the beginning of a Saw movie, and anyone who knew anything about Saw could foresee a world of torture following this, but he couldn't not try. These people were his job, right now, even if one of them didn't like the cost. Finally, Yoyo had so much more to do with his life. He spent years trapped in a house, all alone, and only a handful of weeks free to explore. He still had the world to see, friends to make, love to experience. And these people... they had the same life ahead of them. He couldn't think about how uncomfortable and gross it was to pull out teeth. Because the cost if he didn't would be four lives. He flipped one of his papers over, careful not to waste even amidst the trauma room - there was that morality again. Long Live Trees!
They were working against the clock here, and Yoyo rushed over, jotting down a message in the same steps.
Yoyo ambled back over, beckoning the most frightened man in the room with a wave of the arm. He wrote one last message before taking the syringe and diving down into her mouth with it, quickly, yet gently.
Tags: ST Edited by Kevin, August 26, 2015, 11:46 pm.
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| Storyteller | September 9, 2015, 1:10 pm Post #5 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Yoyo's Room George made a sort of worried grimace as Yoyo started to inject the Novocaine. The woman tapped the boy so he'd stop while George scribbled on the paper.
He took a new syringe and drew some Novocaine, then found a mirror and injected himself. While it set to work, he located the other guy who looked far less willing to go along with the plan. In the chair the woman motioned for Yoyo to get started. She mimed clamping her tooth, then jerked her hands down in a swift controlled motion. Then she leaned her head back, opened her mouth, and braced herself in the chair. George and the other man were getting into a bit of a scuffle. In a place where one couldn't speak, it was much harder to get someone to see reason when you had to write what you wanted to say instead of just shout it. He had started to try and physically subdue the other man. If he had to fight him and knock him out, he would. It was in everyone's best interest to get his tooth out no matter what it took. Tag: Yoyo |
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