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With all the preparation for the confrontation with the Ohm, the battle itself, and the immediate aftermath, most of the crew were naturally focused on current events. But some crewmembers weren't so up to date on what was happening.

Mainly because they were stuck running mazes with GLaDOS. No matter what was happening the eternal, endless, quest for cake always continued.

[[ooc: okay, so this is basically just a general running-around-the-mazes log for my characters that are stuck running mazes with GLaDOS. It basically covers about a week before Lirath, Lirath itself, and a couple of days after - so anyone who was GLaDOS'd during that time can tag in. Marco, Celestia, and Daja each have their own thread, and Zita might tag in on occasion with GLaDOS herself if she has time.]]

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<Mom?!> Marco yelped, surprised at the sudden appearance of his mother. He started to slow down, until he was running at Eva's speed. The wolf morph was good for him on his own, but with his mother here too...he didn't want to leave her behind. <When did you get here?>

He glanced up at the blinking sphere ahead of them. With a quick look back to make sure that the Pac Man wasn't going to catch Eva while he went ahead first, Marco darted forward to go and grab it the sphere in his jaws. Target now acquired, he ran back to Eva with it. Okay, so he had the blinking thing. <Now what?> he said, looking up at her. <Are we supposed to eat this thing?>

"About fifteen seconds ago," she says, figuring there's no need to yell since wolf ears can probably pick up her words perfectly.

She ducks down a hallway and Pac Man goes wakka-wakkaing past, then pulls the orb from Marco's mouth. "Do I look like an instruction manual? I just figured we should get it before it makes him stronger!"

<Course you do, you're always telling me what to do, remember?> Marco joked. Then he grinned, with all of those large wolf teeth. <I can get behind not letting him get stronger. Hey, do you think it'd make us stronger if we ate it?>

"Well, it doesn't look like we'll be getting that cake anytime soon," she mutters. She turns it over in her hand, clueless as to how to approach eating something like this. Should she just bite it like an apple?

"Got a fork?"

<Sorry, I left my fork in my other morph,> Marco said, tilting his head at the sphere. If his mother couldn't eat it, maybe he should morph something that could swallow it easily...

She tries to bite it like a fruit and is surprised at how soft it is under her teeth. She swallows, thinking it tastes just about as flavorless as the slop.

And then she shoots lasers out of her eyes.

She closes her eyes as soon as she realizes what's happening, thanking God she wasn't looking at Marco when that happens, and gives a shaky, exhilarated laugh. "Alright then. That's fun."

<AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!> Marco yelled, jumping back and yelping. Hey, his mother had lasers coming out of her eyes. Lasers!

<Oh man. It made you Cyclops,> he said after a moment, staring. <This is insane.>

"Entirely," she agrees, turning away from the sound of his morph's breathing and peeking open one eye. She melts her way through a wall, but can see fine. "I'm a regular Scott Summers. I think telling you to stay out of my face is kind of self-evident, guagua."

<Just don't tell me that you really do have eyes in the back of your head,> Marco said, deciding that the best place to stand was behind Eva.

She'd gotten her new shiny laser eyes just in time though, because just then the Pac Man had turned another corner, and straight ahead of Eva, whooshing towards them. <Uh, Mom?> Marco said. <Now would totally be the time to try and take a look.>

She does, and the explosion is enough to blow them both back. On the one hand, it seems she's killed Pac Man. On the other, the setting seems to have changed entirely. They're now in a laser tag arena.

She does not like the idea of this. "Are you alright?"

Once he got back on his feet, Marco looked around, all of the wolf's predator instincts alert and on guard. Somehow, he doubted that this maze was going to be any better than the last one.

<I'm good,> he said to Eva. A bit bruised maybe, but nothing he couldn't handle. He glances up at Eva. <Uh, is your Cyclops impression still working?> he asked.

~~Oh my God, Eva, you just killed Pac Man!~~

The air is warm and humid, where before it was nice and practically air-conditioned by GLaDOS. Eva shakes her head and carefully opens one eye, staring at the floor. No lasers. "No. Regular eyesight now."

They're standing before a pit of shallow mud. Next to each of them is a pair of wading boots and gardening gloves. Inside the mud, little happy-looking red puppets pop up and taunt them. Occasionally, an angry-looking, fanged yellow one will poke its head up and glare at them.

Beside them is a basket with a counter on it. The counter reads 01, and a red puppet is already at the bottom of it.

Above them is a clock with a timer.

"Please tell me this is as obvious as it looks."

<Obvious for you maybe. For me? I don't even have hands!> Marco said, staring at the puppets. He started to demorph - the wolf wasn't going to be any more use for this place.

<Why do I get the feeling that nothing good is going to happen when that timer runs out?>

Eva starts pulling the wading boots on. She gets a feeling the boots wouldn't be provided if they weren't necessary. "Well, let's make sure that timer doesn't run out."

By the time Eva's got those boots on, Marco's finished demorphing and started to pull on his own boots - but he's still definitely way behind her. Under his breath he starts muttering under his breath, sounding suspiciously like he's grumbling about that 'stupid AI' and using a number of words that really aren't all that appropriate to use around your mother.

Edited 2011-09-05 02:45 (UTC)

By the time Marco's boots are on, Eva's already ankle-deep in mud and gathering puppets in her arms. The mud seems more like glue than legitimate mud, and pulling the puppets out isn't easy. She thinks they're only supposed to get the happy red ones, but the yellow ones keep trying to force themselves into her hands.

"Hey, hey, I raised your better than to have that mouth," Eva says hypocritically, between swearing at GLaDOS in Spanish and Gallard. The timer is giving them five minutes, but there's no indication how many red puppets they're supposed to collect.

"And here I thought I was just following your example," Marco said, all innocence. He didn't know the Gallard, but he could understand enough Spanish to guess at the meaning of a few of those words.

Finally getting his own boots on, he jumps into the mud and starts trying to grab at the puppets. "I feel like I'm trying to kidnap a bunch of Muppets," he said, as he grabbed one red puppet.

"Tssh. You know that you have to be a legal adult before you use prof- oh christ damn it!" She pulls her arm out of the mud, shaking it. "Don't grab the yellow ones, they have fangs!"

Marco winced. "Got it," he said.

Eva's warning was just in time too, as a yellow one popped up right near him, making a move to try and bit his arm. In retaliation, Marco tried to beat the thing back with the red puppets he'd already picked up.

Eva approves of Marco's use of improvised weapons. In fact, she's quite fine with not only beating the offending yellow one back with a red puppet, but picking the yellow one out of the mud by its neck and chucking it across the pool.

She tosses a red one into the barrel. "It's just like basketball, only messier and much less enjoyable."

And she never really liked sports anyway.

"What, you mean having to wade through mud in order to grab creepy puppets while avoiding the psycho yellow ones that want to eat you isn't fun?" he said, as he finally managed to beat back the puppet that had attacked him, before tossing the red ones he was still holding over into the barrel. "And here I thought this was the height of excitement."

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