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trans_92011-07-15 02:03 am
fattynoparents) wrote in trans_92011-07-15 02:03 am
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a fabulous team aperture adventure [open]
They were very most definitely in space.
Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place made it that much easier to plot a getaway.
Escaping was what she planned to do, of course, right after she found where they were keeping her portal device, and where GLaDOS was hiding. She didn't want to fight an army of bug aliens. Stranded between dimensions or not, she wanted the same thing she always wanted--her freedom, and no psychotic computer (Stacy or otherwise) was going to keep it from her.
And speaking of psychotic computers...
Toting an overly excitable metal sphere without the portal device predictably impeded her progress when it came to combing the ship, to say nothing of her reasons for doing so. In true Wheatley fashion, the personality construct seemed to have little comprehension of their situation's gravity, and was probably just glad he wasn't off orbiting the Moon. The sooner she got him down to Engineering, the better, even if she was more than a little apprehensive at the idea of granting him any sort of independence (ultimately, however, her robot charge was heavy and her arms were starting to hurt).
One thing she could not deny was the overwhelming vastness and strangeness of the craft. Every inch of it begged to be explored, analyzed, committed to memory. Then, perhaps, she could plan her next move.
[OOC: Chell and Wheatley are anywhere you want/need them to be, poking around and being nosy. Just specify a location in the subject line and we will make the magic happen.]
Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place made it that much easier to plot a getaway.
Escaping was what she planned to do, of course, right after she found where they were keeping her portal device, and where GLaDOS was hiding. She didn't want to fight an army of bug aliens. Stranded between dimensions or not, she wanted the same thing she always wanted--her freedom, and no psychotic computer (Stacy or otherwise) was going to keep it from her.
And speaking of psychotic computers...
Toting an overly excitable metal sphere without the portal device predictably impeded her progress when it came to combing the ship, to say nothing of her reasons for doing so. In true Wheatley fashion, the personality construct seemed to have little comprehension of their situation's gravity, and was probably just glad he wasn't off orbiting the Moon. The sooner she got him down to Engineering, the better, even if she was more than a little apprehensive at the idea of granting him any sort of independence (ultimately, however, her robot charge was heavy and her arms were starting to hurt).
One thing she could not deny was the overwhelming vastness and strangeness of the craft. Every inch of it begged to be explored, analyzed, committed to memory. Then, perhaps, she could plan her next move.
[OOC: Chell and Wheatley are anywhere you want/need them to be, poking around and being nosy. Just specify a location in the subject line and we will make the magic happen.]
Chell's life is pain and annoyance
"Oh! You're Mr. Wesley from before! I didn't know you were a funny-looking beachball! No wonder you can't eat dessert! Who's your friend? Are you carrying Mr. Wesley cause he's got no legs? That's so nice of you!"
And so on and so forth and Chell just run while you still can.
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But who was Chell kidding, really?
She tried her very best to mask her complete and utter disbelief at the sight of the pink mutant pony, to little success. The most Pinkie Pie would get in greeting was a long, hard stare, lips pulled tight and eyes wide.
WAS THIS REAL LIFE.
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"Hi Chell! You don't talk much, do you? Are you shy? I have a friend who's really shy! She can talk, she's just REALLY quiet!" Pinkie was certain that Chell would get along GREAT with Fluttershy. It's too bad she wasn't here right now, or else she would introduce them right away. "Where are you guys going exploring? Can I come, too? I haven't explored a lot yet so I dunno where anything is!"
Even as she was going on (and on and on and on), she was trotting- no, bouncing in the direction they had been headed in before she caught up. It seemed she was inviting herself along regardless of any response (or lack thereof) from Chell.
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"We're going everywhere and anywhere, and I don't see why you can't come along! Isn't that right, Chell?" he asked, looking up at her for some form of response.
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Today was not that day.
Even if she was inclined to speak, she wasn't sure she'd ever get a word in with these two--Wheatley seemed to have met his equal (if not his match) in the fine art of motormouthing. This was potentially the biggest disaster. Was she a magnet for all those physically incapable of shutting up?
At any rate, it seemed as though Pinkie Pie had made up her mind to join them, so Chell could do little but shrug in response, indicating that she didn't particularly care what the chatterboxes decided.