[open to anyone stuck in the mazes]

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

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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[livestoannoy]

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.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

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.

[livestoannoy]

"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.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[livestoannoy]

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.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

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.

[livestoannoy]

"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."