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After recent events - that run in with Big Zero, hearing about had had happened to Big Zero, not to mention the eternal fact that Iniss was still running around in Tom - Marco was feeling the serious need to randomly destroy stuff. Sure, things weren't all bad - he had his Mom, he had the rest of the Animorphs - but the situation of being on the ship still grated. They were all stuck under Stacy's control, and the Punishment had made it pretty clear that she could wipe them out of existence anytime she wanted to. Or worse.

So, he'd wondering into the sensoriums and called up a miniature New York City. Then he morphed gorilla and stomped on a few cars. Then he paused, looked down on the small city, and made it even smaller so that he could smash the buildings as well. Then he got rid of all the people, cause having them all screaming and running away from him like that was kinda unnerving, and Marco didn't actually get a kick out of squashing tiny people. Okay, so they weren't real, but they looked real and that made it freaky anyway.

He stomped around, flattening buildings as he went, before ripping one up from the ground and climbing up the Empire State Building with it, so he could toss the building at the other buildings. The resulting crunch was very satisfying.

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...the hell?

Why was there a gorilla in the Sensoriums, destroying a city?

Marco paused in his random destruction to see Kang come in.

<Hey, Kangaskan my man.> Marco said casually, as if he wasn't a gorilla destroying a city. He tilted his head a Kang, grinning. Although since Marco was a gorilla right now, it kinda looked much more toothy and terryfing than normal. <Dude, you know what? You should so be Godzilla. Sadly I can't make this into Tokyo for you since I've never been there - but come on, flattening the Chrysler Building has gotta be just as good.>

Smiles full of teeth didn't bother Kang one bit. He quirked an eyebrow ridge at the nickname, and at the suggestion, "Who in the Abyss is Godzilla, Marco?"

<Dude, only one of the most awesome movie monsters of all time. He's kinda like a giant dinosaur that likes to destroy Tokyo.>

"Destroying really isn't my thing anymore," Kang said dryly. "Is this scene from some monster movie too?"

<You have no sense of fun,> Marco scoffed. <And come on, you don't recognise King Kong? King Kong is classic. It's gotta be in the Media Library somewhere.>

Hopping down from the Empire State Building, he knuckle walked over a few more buildings and cars.

Kang shrugged, "It doesn't sound familiar. What's it about?"

Gorillas were bigger in person than they looked in the pictures. They still weren't as large as a draconian, though.

<Oh, the usual. Girl meets giant gorilla. Giant gorilla gets the hots for girl. Then climbs the Empire State Building with her and gets shot down by military planes. Classic, man. Classic.>

Dude, not much was bigger than a draconian. Seriously, you guys were freaks.

"...that doesn't sound too terrifying," Kang laughed. "Sounds more like something I'd laugh at." After dealing with dragons and dragonfear, giant apes didn't seem scary at all.

<Sure, not scary at all. Unless you happen to be one of the people who find a giant foot about to squish you into the pavement.>

Gorillas were one of those creatures who didn't seem that scary, right up until you realised just how strong they were.

"Where's Fay Wray?"

So these are the Sensoriums. She's heard a bit about them, but hasn't really explored any yet. If they can be used to re-enact old horror movies, though, maybe they have more potential for entertainment than she thought.

She and Marco haven't spoken to each other about Big Zero's Punishment, but she understands the urge to stomp something. Nothing quite sets you on edge like being on a ship that'll amputate your limbs and reattach them as a public demonstration. "Can I be Allison Hayes in Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman?"

<Sadly, it's hard to destroy cities and carry around hot women at the same time,> Marco replied. He gestured to the city with one hairy arm. <And sure, be my guest. After all, the Rockefeller Building is clearly asking for it.>

"They charge sixty dollars for an elevator ride to the top, you know. Or at least, they did before you were born. God knows what they charge now for a view of the same sides of taller buildings from a little higher up." With a grin, she kicks the Rockefeller Building. It is unusually satisfying. She's always preferred California to New York.

"So. Stacy's got a warped sense of how to treat her houseguests."

<Mom, please. Since when do I pay to get an awesome view?> No one back in their world would make and Animorph pay to get up to the top of a building - and even if they did, he could always just fly up their.

Leaning from the Empire State build, he grabbed a nearby skyscraper, yanked off the top, and toss it into another building. <Stacy is trouble> he said darkly. <And this doesn't do anything to suggest that she's not playing us all.>

"Not all of us get to grow a pair of wings when we want to go up a floor. I still have to put up with awkward elevator silence." Really awkward, with her, at least back on their world. She wrenches the Brooklyn Bridge up from the bay and uses it to wipe out what would have been part of Queens. Nothing like a little wanton, harmless destruction.

"Well, public torture demonstrations don't really work as trust-building exercises." Amazing how easily they mingle small-talk and the very real, very unsettling weirdness of being on a potentially evil spaceship made of flesh. "Did you buy the little song and dance apology? I thought it could have used some sad violin music in the background."

<Maybe when he get back home I could buy you a helicopter,> Marco teased, despite the fact that they both knew that they might never get home.

He snorted. <No way. Stacy's been manipulating people from the get-go - she and the Daligig want us to fight their war for them, and so they want us to think that Stacy 'looks after us' while also having her punish anyone who steps out of line. That wasn't about Big Zero being a complete bitch - that was about enforcing obedience.>

"I want a jet too. What use is your millions if I can't learn to pilot a jet?" Then again, she wonders if she could use the Sensorium for that.

"I'm not going to ignore the possibility that she really is constrained by her programming and doesn't want to be, but it doesn't mean she isn't a threat." Much like Eva was when infested. "And I'm not content not knowing more."

<Ah, but my millions can pay for a jet and flying lessons,> Marco pointed out, amused.

<If she really is, that doesn't mean we'll be able to fix it. Or that attempting to try won't end up doing more harm then good.> Marco might have been unconscious at the time, but he still remembered the carnage from Erek's reprogramming. If they reprogrammed Stacy, who knows what would happen? <Right now, we have nowhere near enough information, and we don't have many avenues for getting more.>

"Then make it so, Captain. I've conquered the sea and now I want to spread my brilliance to the air," she replies with equal amusement.

She gives a final kick to the Goldman Sachs Headquarters, toppling it. "Of those not many avenues, which ones can we explore? Because I don't know about you, but the fact that Stacy thinks it's fine to hack and whack someone to drill some obedience into the plebes hasn't been the most relaxing thing. How much effort's gone into finding out if a way off this ship would be a worthwhile option?"

Marco sent Eva one hairy armed salute, before retuning to stomping on buildings.

<Oh, we could get off the ship alright. She stops at various places for missions, maybe even shore leave. All we'd have to do is step off and not step back on. But that means leaving behind anyone and everyone who might be in those pods.> Like his Dad. <Not to mention the risk that one day the Ohm will show up one day and blow it all to pieces.>

"So I take it there's no way to really leave on our own terms, with the...nine million or however many pods." She grimaces and sighs. She isn't fond of not having options. Being tugged around dredges up unpleasant memories. "So that leaves taking up arms against a sea of troubles and watching our backs, doesn't it? Not exactly quality vacation time."

But as she picks up the little Wall Street Bull and parades it atop the George Washington bridge before punting it through the the roof of the Guggenheim, she switches back to a convivial attitude. "So what do you do around here, besides play alien gameboy and re-enact King Kong? Glaring at Iniss isn't really a full-time job."

<Sure, we can leave any time. Just bring out the giant ship that can carry everyone and we'll be off!> Marco said, before turning serious. <Like it or not, we're stuck with Stacy. We can't trust her and she's definitely manipulating us, but she's still our best option right now.>

<Hey, glaring at Iniss is a very important job, thank you very much!> Marco said with mock indignation, before pausing for a moment. <We were keeping on this one guy, Jaime - he was acting real suspicious. Asking about things like mind control, sneaking around. And he had a parasite. But we didn't find out anything conclusive before he got sent back to the pods.>

Gingerly Marco picked up a car, fiddling with it. With Eva destroying plenty of stuff on her own, Marco felt less inclined to keep doing so himself. <Although now it looks like Kang's going to want us to do some surveillance for him.> he said slowly, wondering what Eva's opinion of that will be.

"I'll go with 'not liking it', if it so please you. She's our best option by necessity but I don't like our options," she grouses, using her shoulder to push over another building. "And what's the goal after the Ohm?"

She pretends to be highly engrossed in the architecture of a cathedral while thinking of a good response to that. She feels the instinctive urge to tell him not to, but she also knows she can't and shouldn't do that. She has no wry remark, no flip commentary. When she looks back at him her face betrays a bit of woundedness and fear. "Whatever you do, be safe."

<Other than being alive at the end of it?> Marco said. <Hmm, let's see...nope, being alive at the end is pretty much the main goal. Same one as the last war, really.>

Marco's always found those conversation where they weren't joking the worst. What is he supposed to say? That everything will be alright? That they'll be safe? That nothing bad will happen? He doesn't even believe that himself - there's no way he'd be able to convince Eva. <Hey, you know I'll be going with with 'cowardly and less deadly' options,> he said weakly.

"But no ideas about whether we eternally stay here, or go looking for a new hospitable universe, or try and go back to see if ours really was destroyed or Stacy was just trying to manipulate us? Because goals are nice. Though I guess we have no idea what the situation will be like when the Ohm are gone." She surveys the wreckage of Manhattan. It's strangely satisfying. New York's public transportation is going to be even more tangled up than usual.

"No, you won't. You're more heroic than you give yourself credit for." It's not entirely a compliment. 'Worry' doesn't begin to describe how she felt every time he left their camp to go to save the world, how it felt to know Rachel died and know how easily it could have been him instead. But as always, it's got to be his decision and she'll respect it, and be simultaneously incredibly proud and terrified. And once he commits to it, she'll either keep it to herself or apply forced lightheartedness to any comments she makes about it.

If anything, all this just makes her peevish at Kang.

Marco shrugged. <We don't have enough information to judge yet;> he said. <We don't know if out worlds really are destroyed. If they are, we don't know if them coming back is even possible. We're all from different timelines, and who knows what the hell that will do to the time-space continuum. Marty McFly had it easy, man. And even if we decide that going back home or to some other planet is the best option, we don't even know if Stacy will let us.>

He kicked over one last car, and started to demorph. With Eva doing all the destruction for him now, there wasn't much point staying in morph. <You know you should tell that to Rachel sometime. In fact, tell that to Rachel repeatedly.>

"Oh God, I didn't even consider the timeline nonsense. Every science fiction movie in the last forty years should have clued me in me that that'll be trouble." Oh well. Time to stop whining and adapt. Or perhaps not stop whining - Eva enjoys a good complaint marathon. It's probably genetic.

"It's coming from your mother. I may as well tell her you're the best on your Little League team and you memorized your ABC's before everyone else for all the validity it has." Funny he should mention Rachel, the teenager who did die being heroic.

Sounds of mayhem usually attracted Ben who was actually feeling halfway between great (his mom was awake) and lousy (hearing about Big Zero). As such when he was drawn to the Sensoriums, he did notice the large Gorilla enacting one of the famous movies in all of history.

A slow maniac childlike grin spread across Ben's expression as he twisted the Ultimatrix. "Hey!" he called out to Marco. "Care for a re-enactment of one of the most popular concepts ever?"

And he hit the watch, and in a burst of green light, a large dinosaur humanoid stood up in the landscape.

"HUMUNGOSAUR!"

Marco stared. He took a moment to wonder just how many shape-shifters other than the Animorphs were wondering around this place, but only a moment. Because then he was way too busy appreciating the pure awesomeness of this situation.

He gave Ben one big gorilla grin.

<Dude, you are so on,> Marco said. <Course, you know that King Kong kicks Godzilla's scaly little ass. You are going down.>

[[ooc: sdkfjsdfdsfg you are so awesome for this. Mock King Kong vs Godzilla battle, y/y? XDDD]]

Edited 2010-11-16 02:43 (UTC)

"Oh bring it on banana breath!" postured Ben in a wrestler manner as he hunched over. "Godzilla's going to beat you like a flapjack!"

VS~! appeared the words. "GET READY FIGHT!"

Letting out a bellow, Humungosaur lurched forward, intent on grappling with Gorilla!Marco.

(ooc: Y! I saw it, and proclaimed to myself "This must happen". XD)

Unluckily for Ben, gorillas were faster than they looked. Marco swung around the Empire State building, dodging out of the way. With a thud he landed on the ground behind Ben, crushing a cars and buildings alike. <How about Godzilla learns how to aim first?>

If this were a real fight, Marco would have punched Ben with the gorilla's extremely strong arms. But it was more fun to just kick him in the butt, so he just aimed a foot there instead.

[[ooc: Yes. Yes it does :P]]

Dodge. Oops. Kick. OW.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" exclaimed Humungosaur as he tumbled head over heels into a row of condominums, bringing it down around him. "Ow."

Getting to his feet, Ben grinned. "So it's gonna be like that huh?!" And he picked up chunks of masonry and started to hurl it at Marco.

Marco was grinning at Ben, right up until one of those bits of masonry hit him in the face. <Aw man! Not the face! How will Kong ever get Ann Darrow if you mess up the face?> he said, with mock sadness.

Picking up an arm full of cars, Marco started tossing them at Ben, knuckle-walking towards him as he did.

Humungosaur scrambled to his feet, shielding himself from the cars from hitting him in the face. "Oh c'mon, Kong's got lots going for him!" quipped the giant dinosaur as he closed the distance, intending to toss him into a building.

Fair's fair right?

<Sure, they all say they only care about what's 'on the inside',> Marco made mock quotation marks with his fingers, a gesture that looked really odd on a gorilla, <and that they want a gorilla with a sense of human. But still the chicks only go for the good looking gorillas.>

When Ben got close, Marco got in first - he grabbed him by the middle and launched him into the air, tossing him into a block of buildings.

WHAM! Ben rolled over and over, knocking over more buildings until he slid to a rest. "Wow man, you've got some throw. Ow!" He grimaced as he pulled something free from underneath himself. "What did I land on?"

He looked up into the familiar smiling cartoon face of a Mr. Smoothie cup and he crumpled it. "Aw man! You made me land on a Mr. Smoothie! No one messes with the smoothie!"

And Ben leaped to his feet, letting out a bellow as he charged forward with a wide grin on his face in a headlong football tackle, intending to slam him into the tower behind Marco.

<Dude, it's not even rea--Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!> Suddenly, Marco found himself slammed into the tower. And then he found himself falling to the ground, because the tower hadn't exactly been strong enough to hold his weight. Marco gingerly pulled himself back onto his knuckles. And then he noticed something on one of the buildings neer him, and paused. A slow toothy grin emerged.

<Oh, what's this? Another Mr Smoothie?> Marco said, hovering dangerously over another Mr Smoothie store. <Well since you like Mr Smoothie so much...I'll just have to bring it over to you, won't I?>

He pulled up the building with the Mr Smoothie store with one hand, before chucking the entire building over at Ben.

[[OOC: Sorry this is late - my internet wasn't working at all yesterday :/]]

Rachel didn't really have a reason to go to the Sensoriums. She'd had a few good uses out of them, for sure, but overall...

This, however, was not what she was expecting this time-- a familiar gorilla stomping around a familiar city. Very monster movie-- minus the screaming people and machine gun toting air craft.

"Finally showing your true colours Marco?" Rachel asked, oh-so innocently. But her skin was already starting to toughen.

This was definitely her style.

<Can't you find your own city to trample?> Marco whined. <I got to this one first. You can't have it.>

"Didn't you ever learn to share?" Rachel asked in response, a moment before her mouth began to lose its shape. She didn't care if Marco complained, she wanted to join in. And what better animal for trampling a fake-city than an elephant?

<Why share, when everything could be mine?> Marco reasoned, giving Rachel a gorilla grin. <But fine. I'll place nice. I'll take Manhattan. You can have everything else.>

Of course, all the really cool stuff was in Manhattan...but he'd left her four other boroughs to trample! That was generosity.

Rachel glared at Marco from over her elongating trunk, unfortunately unable to make a rebuttal-- not human enough, but not far enough into morph. But she would have slammed him if she could have.

As the morph continued, she rolled her eyes. Of course Marco would do that. Though he did give her a fair bit...

< Whatever, > she said as soon as she was able. < Just don't trample the mall. We need to teach you some taste. >

((ooc: ... as I keep messing up the post. Sorry for spam.))

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