PART FOUR: Chell objects greatly to purity and love and hopes you do too. [OPEN]

[fattynoparents]

This Princess Frou Frou Sparklepants Peace Love and Harmony Ne-Whatsherface had messed with the wrong girl.

Obviously this lady had no idea what Chell was capable of--which was fine by her, because it gave her the element of surprise--and as a result, Princess Frou Frou Sparklepants Peace Love and Harmony Ne-Whatsherface was going down in the worst possible way.

Her ace-in-the-hole was simple. What the self-proclaimed body-meddling deity did not know was that the woman she'd invited to her palace was at her most determined, most ruthless, most unstoppable, most lethal under duress. This was duress. It was the same feeling as facing off with GLaDOS, or hunting down the AI that currently resided in her head, driving her slowly insane--she didn't know how she'd do it, but she knew with all certainty that goddess or no goddess, her opponent would be completely and utterly wrecked by the time she was finished. That was just what Chell did.

Despite the nagging feeling that her sanity was slipping as a result of Wheatley's constant babbling, she at least had enough sense to call for assistance and agree to an organizational meeting before she led a crusade on the ridiculousness that plagued them all.

In accordance with her message, she'd staked out with this strange palace in sight, waiting for backup.

[OOC: Feel free to tag in! We'll start with a little IC organizing, but then they are off to confront Nezaitben. After that, WHO KNOWS.]

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[fattynoparents]

Now that they were actually going to reason to this crazy woman, Chell needed to make sure that there would be no more talk of pitchforks and other such things, and she needed to make sure that the others in the group knew that the AI currently speaking for her wasn't going to ruin everything (with talk of pitchforks, of course).

Unclasping her hands, she drew a finger across her lips in a zipping motion, indicating that she was the one back in charge. With that, she began to walk towards the palace, waving the group on to follow her.

[encourage]

Talk and walk was easily on Sakura's agenda. Ninjas talked while running at top speeds, when they needed to. "Did you want to head discussions?" she asked, aiming her question at Elisa. "I'm not a diplomat," she continued, making it a rather unaffected, blunt statement of her own capacity.

Don't elect her to do the speaking. With Marco regularly mouthing off in her head, she wasn't absolutely certain she could keep outwardly cool.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Elisa caught Chell's gesture and, though she didn't know who was behind it, she was satisfied enough to nod.

"Neither am I," Elisa admitted, "But I am a cop. This isn't the first time I've had to deal with conflict negotiation. I don't mind starting things off."

Besides, the sooner someone started the process, the sooner it would be over. Hopefully.

[punchedoutdestiny]

"Sounds like as good a start as any," Simon added, regarding Elisa's comments. "Though the cake smell is odd..."

[notamoron]

After a few moments, Chell suddenly stopped. Wheatley was back in control. For he just had a horrible realization that he immediately needed to voice.

"Hang on a tick!" Chell said in Wheatley's british accent. Then he pointed her hand at herself.

"You don't have brain damage at all!"

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

"Brain damage?" repeated Elisa, stopping in her tracks when she realised that the people backing her up had also stopped. She turned to face Wheatley and Chell, one hand on her hip. "We don’t have time for this."

[battorch]

"I can assist," Red Robin said to Elisa. "I'm not geared toward public relations but I have experience." He preferred avoiding spotlights, but this was something he could help with.

"Elisa's right," he added, though, looking sternly at Chell/Wheatley. "You can deal with your personal conflicts at a later time."

[fattynoparents]

Leave it to that idiot of an AI to only realize she was, in fact, not physically mute after ten solid minutes of talking in her voice.

Luckily, she had just the solution.

Chell punched herself in the face, staggered backward a step or two, shook it off, and then offered the assembled group a thumbs-up. GOOD TO GO.

[punchedoutdestiny]

"...that was odd," Simon muttered a few beats after Chell apparently corrected the lack of brain damage, then shrugged as he turned his attention back to steering Lagann.

[encourage]

"... Everyone's insane," Sakura muttered to herself, shaking her head and keeping toward the side fringe of the group. Taking charge? Nope, she passed that bill for now.

Time for Princess Whateverhernamewas.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

It was more than odd, but they’d wasted enough time and they couldn’t afford to waste any more. With nobody else willing to take charge, Elisa led the way over to the goddess at the centre of the current chaos.

Here goes.

[notamoron]

Wheatley managed enough control to get Chell to shout "Tally-ho!" in a very british way.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Oh, aye, this'll go well," mutters Jamie, having half a mind to take control of the body back and get them out of here anyway.

As long as Victoria keeps them more or less in the back of the group, however, he doesn't interfere with her moving them forward. She's got enough sense to keep out of the way here...he hopes.