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Angela	There hasn't been a major facility alert in a while. Actually, it's more that there have been alerts but there hasn't been an emergency in a while. Many of the dangerous Abnormalities have been dealt with once before and once an Abnormality has been dealt with once before, rules are put into place that make it easier. Knowledge is gathered and utilized to ensure that there are fewer problems in the future. Of course, there's always new Abnormalities but with stronger EGO gear, even mistakes become less fatal than they were when Lobotomy Corp first integrated with the multiverse. Some might say that maybe this was sort of the goal. A forced crucible for the mind and heart to push its Sephirah into being other people. But sometimes there's still a bad day. Such as when Parker snuck out to 'obtain' one of those Tribbles that she had heard about. And then brought it back to the facility. The least the facility owed her was a cute pet and, well, one thing led to another and within moments... "Facility wide breach." Angela says over the comms. "The facility has been breached by small creatures known as Tribbles. Their breeding capacity is remarkable even amongst Abnormalities. They must be removed from the facility in their entirety." There's tribbles everywhere. They are making it difficult for agents to move. Mikey is slowly being drawn down into an ever growing pile of tribbles, "Heeelp...! I can't swim! I mean I can swim I just don't know how to swim in furballs. Heeeeelp....!" His arm lifts up high into the sky as the tribbles rapidly engulf the hallway. Meanwhile, Sal is in the Information Department, dissecting a tribble on the stand. "It seems they reproduce asexually, most of their metabolism is used for reproduction." They are saying. "According to Enkephalin readings, if we had some 'Glommers' we might be able to pare them down to respectable levels but I have no idea where we'd obtain a Glommer or even what a Glommer is."
Angela	Chewie is bravely in the kitchens, cooking massive amounts of tribble sandwiches. He was trying to make wondrous delicacies out of tribble meat but at this point just to slow the tribble reproduction he has been stuck to placing the meat between two slices of bread with a bit of mayonnaise and calling it day. He's already run out of cheese. "I can't believe I'm being reduced to making fast food..." He complains. "Not fast enough!"Yaboy shouts. "You have to make faster food!" "This is an insult to my craft." Chewie grumbles. Overhead, a tribble skeleton floats through the enkephalin pipes, rapidly and visibly disintegrating. "Tribbles seem to have found their way into the Enkephalin pipes." Angela says over comms. "Please find and the breach into our fuel supply. Thank you." The power flickers briefly. "Ah, they seem to be chewing on our wiring as well. Please replace any sabotaged wiring you find." I will not lose to tribbles, Angela tells herself. I WON'T lose to tribbles. In Records, the newly transferred BongBong, stars still in their eyes, swings their Horn EGO weapon (a spear with flowers covering its head) stabs at Tribbles while standing on a giant clock. Tennant is blasting up huge crowds of them with Magic Bullet. "I swear I think I saw a movie like this before... Ah! That's right. Gremlins! Someone must have fed them after midnight!" "Um." BongBong says. "Like how far past midnight? That doesn't make any sense--" A number of tribbles are lurking perilously close to Don't Touch Me... Ah, but what is the Manager's suggestion? TRIBBLES: Suggested Advantages: ???? I DON'T KNOW DO SOMETHING???? Thanks, Manager!
Sarracenia	The call goes out and Sarracenia - coming barely a day from her own trouble with tribbles - answers. She is dreading going into Lobotomy Corp again, her imagination conjuring horrors of tribble Abnormalities eating everyone and turning people into tribbles.      She arrives in her hazmat chic outfit, a form-fitting bright yellow hazmat suit complete with hazmat helmet. And lets out a long breath of relief as it just seems to be an overabundance of tribbles instead of monstrous tribbles.      Mikey seems to be in the most immediate trouble, so Sarra pulls out a cloud to float on and heads to him to pull him free of the tribble wave and up onto the cloud with her.      'Tribbles seem to have found their way into the Enkephalin pipes.'      "...into the pipes? Why would they want to go into those? Surely they cannot eat Enkephalin?" Sarra says aloud even as she pulls out an ice flower and starts making walls of frozen tribbles to stem the tide. She also hands Mikey one, obviously expecting him to do the same.      'TRIBBLES: Suggested Advantages: ???? I DON'T KNOW DO SOMETHING????'      Sarra huffs softly. "If they are not some sort of Abnormality all we have to do is keep them away from food! Seal up any food stores and they will not be able to reproduce!" she calls out over her radio.
UFO Gang	It's an opportunity for exceptional routine work, even among the part-timers. Perhaps it is almost idyllic. It's quite certain that one of the group of Buddhist yokais (who are all, for some reason, cute-or-near-cute girls) has expresed a statement of simple boredom. "Before the turn of the cycle, chop wood and carry water. After the turn of the cycle, chop wood and carry water." ("Is that a quote?" "I'll tell you about Zen sometime, Minamitsu.") RIGHT NOW - THE KITCHENS Nazrin is craning her head up to watch that tribble slowly dissolve in the enkephalin tubes, even as Ichirin paps one hand into her other hand with emphasis. "This... might be bad!" "I didn't even know these things had skeletons," Nazrin answers. Minamitsu finishes off her tribble sandwich. "Fwah! It tastes like sauce - it's great," she enthuses to Chewie. Ichirin puts her hands on her hips. "So, let's review, based on what Miss Angela told us to do!" "I was paying attention," says Nazrin, rocking back and forth on her mousy li'l feet and watching more of these going by. "Wow, they're kind of like sea urchins." "How are they like sea urchins? They're all soft and fuzzy, and I don't think they have any bones at all - I would've known," Minamitsu says as she picks up another two tribble and mayo sandwiches and begins DOUBLE FISTING THEM. Homph homph homph "Hmm..." "We need to find how they're getting into the enkephalin pipes or the entire situation's going to turn into a serious crisis," Ichirin continues. "Maybe an incident! A horrible combination of crisis and incident!" "But there was that other thing. Uh... the wires! It was the wires, right?" Ichirin checks with Nazrin, who's still considering the question from Minamitsu. "Either way, we should be prepared for that," Ichirin continues. "I had a chat with someone from Facilities and I think I have a pretty good understanding of how these wires work. They're like a series of tubes--" "You know," Nazrin says, "you've got me there. They're not like sea urchins at all." Minamitsu finishes horking down two sandwiches and picks up another two. "Try to hold out! Maybe you can use salt if you run out of this white stuff!" Minamitsu "Doesn't Really Know What Mayo Is" Murasa cheers Chewie on. Behind them, Ichirin (and Unzan, who wasn't saying anything) begin shovelling tribbles on the way to get to the door! Nazrin, for her part, gets out her dowsing rods... which wobble... "Oh, right." She turns her back to everyone else. There's a sound of clicking and an inexplicable two-second chorus of something that sounds like the Discord notification noise before Nazrin recenters herself. "I'm looking for pipe breaches. It's kind of like backward dowsing." "How's it like backward dowsing?" Ichirin asks, turning her head even as Unzan briefly disappears under a tide of Tribbles before removing them around and huddling up, cloudily, against the door, ready for the opening and the shovelling beyond. "Because I'm looking for where they're going in."
Kukuru	Didn't Kukuru hear about Tribbles a while ago? The name is familiar, but she can't put her finger on why. The context probably isn't too important, though, since the real thing she needs to focus on is Angela calling for their immediate removal. Hearing that there's a swarm of creatures involved, Kukuru even makes sure to show up with appropriate clothes for the occasion: An apron (still bloody), a sweater (yellow, ribbed), and jeans (blue, high-waisted), all meant to keep her safe from oil splatter. Why oil splatter? Naturally, she's here to help cook them up. "Sounds like there's Way too many of them to make little sandwiches... But doooon't worry, Angela. I'll be working with Chewie on this one, so I brought this!" Kukuru announces with a cheerful tone in her voice, pulling a giant vat of something out of a murky cloud next to her. There's a goopy sloshing sound as she drags it along, shoving a few tribbles away with her foot before digging in her pockets more. "We're gonna need a loootta fire, though. Gotta heat this up just right so we can start flash-frying them, mhm." She explains, a thoughtful look coming over her face. She takes out a single piece of firewood, pauses, then snaps her fingers and turns her radio on. <<"Sarraaaa? Could you swing by the kitchen wiiith.. Those fire flower thingies of yours? I'm gonna need a whole lotta fire for this one~">> She calls out over her radio, then looks over at Minamitsu with a curious glint in her eyes. "Oh, oh, Minamitsu! Hmm... Would washing them out of the Enkephalin pipes work? The ones that aren't.. Uuum. Water..." She snaps her fingers a few times. "Electric... Conducting? That might help flush them out! Unleeeess..." A pause, and then she looks up at the nearest camera. "Angela? Manager? Does Enkephalin mix badly with water?"
Petra Soroka	Somehow, this must be Sarracenia Sundew's fault.     The last time Petra heard about tribbles, she was squinting at a picture sent over the broadband by one of those Decepticons, trying to figure out why she didn't find the little furball all that cute. Sarracenia wasn't involved at the time-- but deep in her heart, and deep to her waist in tribbles, Petra feels absolute certain that this kind of marketable fuzzy bullshit couldn't happen without Sarracenia existing somewhere along the chain.     Her first priority is not to stop the flood, though. It's far too late to do anything about that. Instead, her first priority is furiously wading her way down the Extraction Department hallway while tribbles spill down from the mysterious obsidian pillars, to do her duty as Parker's captain.     "What the *fuck* is wrong with you?! Did you fucking *forget* when I told you not to leave the fucking facility without my permission?!"     As any good Lobotomy Corporation Team Captain would do, making Gebura proud, Petra is applying discipline through physical violence. After hauling Parker up by her collar with one hand (and a drop of morphmetal) and shaking her like a doll, she shoves her down into the tide of fuzzy tribbles and holds Parker's head down like she's giving her a swirly.     "If you wanted a fucking *pet*, then maybe you should have *begged* me permission to visit Curupira, huh?! Not that I could fucking trust you not to steal him or eat him or do whatever other deranged nonsense you decide that day!" Petra releases her grip on Parker's collar and gives her an EGO-blunted kick in the side. "I really don't give a shit if you got slightly less mentally ill after the last Meltdown. My rule stands until all this shit is over: I'm not tolerating any fucking *liabilities*. Guard the Well and make sure none of them fall in, or I'm throwing you in afterwards."     And now, Petra has to wade her way upstairs while tribbles pour down like a waterfall, occasionally getting bonked in the face by one with a squeak and a surprised 'wah--'. She tries to grumpily slam the stairwell door open, but the weight of the tribbles stops her, so she greets the assisting Elites by huffing and puffing while slowly shouldering through the door. She's in her new Fourth Match Flame EGO, matching Cinder with her ember-crispy leather jacket over her agent suit, and the accompanying flaming sword held awkwardly over her head so she doesn't accidentally torch the tribbles and cause a tumbleweed wildfire.     "Guys, this is the fucking worst. Are these even *animals*?! Like, I feel like if I drop my sword, I'm going to be surrounded by a billion fucking tiny screams of the damned." "Seal up any food stores and they will not be able to reproduce!"     Petra whirls and points at Sarra, right before getting clobbered in the side of the head by a tribble that riccochets off the wall. "I *knew* it! I knew *you*--!" "We're gonna need a loootta fire, though. Gotta heat this up just right so we can start flash-frying them, mhm."     Petra sighs and rubs the side of her head, slumping her shoulders. She waggles her flaming sword at Kukuru. "You're so fucking scary sometimes, Kukuru. Will this work?"
Angela	Mikey says, "My hero...! But don't tell the Dame Commander I said that okay I don't want her to yell at me." to Sarracenia as he's rescued. "But don't tell her I said that I said not to say that I said that either...! I'll paint you a picture if you keep it quiet! Gosh this is a bummer..." When Petra arrives to yell at Sarracenia, Mikey yelps and jumps off the clouds and into the tribbles in an attempt to avoid Petra from noticing he's associating with Sarracenia. This means that he immediately starts sinking back down into tribbles again but he gives that slightly better odds. Chewie is soothed by Ichirin. "Well even if I don't have much to work with I still have some pride..." Chewie mumbles. Ichirin dives into the tribbles. Outside of the physical pressure of the tribbles, there is no resistance. She can swim against them or, at least, dig--they don't even bite, they just are sort of...i n the way. In no time at all, Ichirin can get out through the door which is already blocked by the tribbles making it that the kitchen--and food stocks--are about as blocked as they're going to be. unfortunately they are blocked by tribbles. Nazrin's dowsing rods suggest that there's an Enkephalin leak in the lowest levels of the facility. Architecture. It might be easier to jump down the elevator shaft than to try and call for the elevator in these circumstances. Kukuru brings out a vat.. Chewie stares at Kukuru and then shoves some pots and pans off the kitchen counter, stepping aside for her. "Show me what you've got Miss Kukuru." ''Does Enkephalin mix badly with water?'' ''Surely they cannot eat enkephalin?'' "In its unrefined state, Enkephalin is not edible and even when diluted I would not make a meal of it, but properly treated you can consume it as one might a drug, providing emotional and physical pain relief." Angela says. Parker's new EGO Gear makes her suitable for clobbering an throttling around. The Apocalypse EGO Gear is some of the best EGO Gear around and Petra can throttle Parker without any issue. She does say, "I wanted to go outside. It was super cute. How could I have expected for them to do this?" Parker says moments before she gets swirlied by tribbles. "Bblhrblbhrlbhlrbhrl..." She gets EGO kicked into a wall, still holding onto the original tribble with both arms. She slides down it and goes quiet and still. "Ah, Fourth Match Flame can produce extreme heat." Angela suggests. Then over the local comms Justin Rook shouts, "Mountain of Smiling Bodies has breached! King of Greed has breached too. They're both consuming tribbles!"
Sarracenia	'Sarraaaa? Could you swing by the kitchen wiiith.. Those fire flower thingies of yours? I'm gonna need a whole lotta fire for this one~'      Sarra blinks at the radio request. "Fire? Kitchen? Are you...cooking them?" Sarra is opposed to this the way one might be opposed to cooking a bunny. They are cute! But, this is an emergency. Sarra heads toward the kitchen on her cloud, dragging Mikey with her.      She reaches the kitchen and pulls out a dozen or so fire flowers. "Do NOT let them eat one!" she warns as she hands them over to Kukuru, then heads out again.      'I *knew* it! I knew *you*--!'      "Knew I what?!" Sarracenia snaps back quickly. "You think I am somehow involved in tribbles arriving here? Well I am not! I was at home all of yesterday and today dealing with my own tribble problem! I would not suggest using fire on hordes of them! The Sundew jungle almost burned down thanks to fireflower powered tribbles!" Sarra conveniently does not explain how tribbles ended up in the Sundew Kingdom. "Geeze you are so ungrateful! I show up here to help and the first thing you do is accuse me of something!"      'My hero...! But don't tell the Dame Commander I said that okay I don't want her to yell at me. But don't tell her I said that I said not to say that I said that either...! I'll paint you a picture if you keep it quiet! Gosh this is a bummer...'      Sarra's expression goes deadpan as Mikey pleads for her not to tell anyone he called her a hero. "...do not worry. I will not tell anyone." she mutters huffily before blinking in surprise as he dives into the tribbles. She sighs heavily, but since he is probably not in much danger she just continues on. She starts freezing entrances to try and direct the flow of tribbles toward the kitchen.      'Mountain of Smiling Bodies has breached! King of Greed has breached too. They're both consuming tribbles!'      Greed consuming tribbles doesn't sound that bad, but...MoSB...Sarra remembers the last time they dealt with that one. "...is it even bad for the King of Greed to be eating tribbles? And...wait so, does that mean that Mountain is going to become some big fluffy thing?" she asks, then looks to Petra. "If there is one place to use plenty of fire it is surely on that thing! How about you head toward that Mountain thing and I will head toward Greed?"      Sarra doesn't really wait for an answer, instead just heading off on her cloud. She does not want to fight that zombie horror fleshpile again.
UFO Gang	The idea is mooted to flush the enkephalin pipes with water. "Hey, good idea!" Would it work? "I don't know," Minamitsu answers Kukuru, suddenly materially less gung-ho for trying to flood the pipes of mutant juice out with fresh, clean seawater. "I think we have something we need to take into account," Ichirin says as she gazes at the seething (and potentially coping) hordes of tribbles. "If we use fire..." She turns her head to look at the others in her group - at Kukuru - at Chewie. "It's going to smell really bad." But then! "Oh, Miss Soroka!" "Yay!! The fearless warrior!" "Hey." (Guess which one said which! Free space - Unzan didn't say anything!) Nazrin sidles into a space that has been momentarily declared free by her comrades in arms. She deliberately steps on a tribble until it goes "splat" like a slightly mushy tomato, because Nazrin knows where her bread is buttered when it comes to vermin on vermin combats. "Clearing this place out is only going to buy time," she continues, laconically. "I think I can see where they're getting in." Her dowsing rods are pointing nearly straight down. A little bit to the northeast maybe? But that's just, you know, that they don't happen to be DIRECTLY above the leak. Minamitsu looks at the direction and consults her mental map of the areas of LobCorp she's gone around with. Vending machines are prominent in her mental map, but it does lead her to say - "How far down? I think there's the south elevator... that's kind of close, right?" Unzan handwobbles wordlessly at Minamitsu's question. "Either way, it's pretty far down. The Enkephalin might be making them stronger... but they're just furry blobs, so the only strength is reproduction. If we plug that up, it's at least going to help. And if that stuff is leaking out, it's going to cause problems." Nazrin raises her baleful gaze up. "I saw what it did to a mouse." (Check the earlier ish, true believers! -miraculous mesa, editor) Then!! A hot Justin Update!! "Hooray!" "Yay!" "Can I have one of those fire flower things?" That last one was from Nazrin. Unzan nods to Sarra's cloud as Sarracenia hies her way to battle. "If we're moving out and using fire, we should take oil," Ichirin concludes. "That should help make fire, and Minamitsu can keep it from getting too out of hand." Minamitsu has now gotten FOUR tribble sandwiches and is grimly eating through them while taking a moment to admire Petra's jacket.
Kukuru	"You're so fucking scary sometimes, Kukuru. Will this work?" "Scary? Aw, I would never want to-" Wait. Sometimes, Kukuru would need to be scary, wouldn't she? Discipline isn't all about just being nice and smiels, after all, but being able to lay down the law! She goes through this thought process over several seconds of staring at the flaming sword in Petra's hand, then nods quickly and slaps the side of the vat. "That should help, mhm! The faster we cook them up, the faster we can switch the baskets out, and then..." Kukuru wiggles her fingers, grinning with all those jagged teeth visible like she's intentionally trying to look spooky and not just cheerful as ever. "Then their ghosts can be spoooooky! And..." What else is scary for humans, anyway? "They'll... Make you fill out your paperwork wrong. Scary, riiiight?" "Show me what you've got Miss Kukuru." "Ah, Fourth Match Flame can produce extreme heat." "Are you...cooking them?" "Do NOT let them eat one!" "If we use fire..." "It's going to smell really bad." "That's the plan, mhm! And that should be perrrfect, mhm! We just need to get this suuuper hot and make sure it stays that way, then..." She explains while setting the vat onto the counter, then backing away from the vat to give Petra room as she smushes a fire flower herself. The palette swap turns her hair white, and Kukuru looks conflicted for just a moment before realizing she has the power of fire! That's enough to get her grinning excitedly as she starts getting the heat going while nodding at Petra to follow suit (or let her borrow the sword to add yet more fire). "We can really cook these up nice and quick! Depending on how they cook up, they might even be like little crispy meatballs..." She's already drooling a fair bit just thinking about it. The taste test will have to wait, though, as Kukuru gets to work. First step (after Ichirin mentions it): Turning the range hood and any other ventilation on, full blast. Kukuru might be hurrying to cook these creatures up, but that doesn't mean she isn't careful about proper ventilation and safety practices! After getting the oil up to the right temperature, she starts collecting Tribbles by the clawful, scooping up piles of them all at once with one of her big claws and dumping them into the fryer basket with little regard to how many she's dropping off the sides in the process. There's plenty to prepare, after all, and speed is the name of the game here! "I just hope the fur isn't an issue... Oh, we'll find out with this first batch. Worst case scenario..." She taps her chin lightly, letting out a thoughtful hrmming noise while trying to come up with an alternate solution. She look over at Chewie's sandwiches, then picks one up for herself to devour a third of it in one big bite. "... Oh. Oh! We could also make a meatloaf! Then you can smush 'em all together, mix it with a pile of seasoning, cook it up real easy, and then the oven space doesn't go to waste. Does that sound like something that might be tasty? Oh, but we don't want too much filler, if there's this many of them..." "Mountain of Smiling Bodies has breached! King of Greed has breached too. They're both consuming tribbles!" "Aww, they're helping! We can put them back in their cells later, I bet." She suggests, giggling briefly before dunking the first batch right into the oil. She holds the basket down for a few seconds until the bubbling noises stop, then takes it out and dumps the first batch of flash-fried tribbles onto a plate before moving right onto round two.
Petra Soroka	"I wanted to go outside. It was super cute. How could I have expected for them to do this?"     "I don't care what you expected," Petra hisses at Parker over the squeaky sounds of the tribbles. "I care that you got it in your fucking head that you're somehow mentally capable enough to do anything outside the facility without my fucking *permission*. I'll put you down in the middle of the final Meltdown if you make me; don't fucking *test* me, Parker."     Also, the back of Petra's hand hurts from where Lilian stabbed it a few days prior! Probably no connection. "You think I am somehow involved in tribbles arriving here? Well I am not!"     Petra plants a hand on her hip and huffs. "Keep your fucking whining to yourself. I know whose fault it is. I just *knew*, that *somehow*, you *would* be connected to these stupid things somehow."     Petra pauses after talking, lapsing into an unnatural-looking silence where she doesn't seem to be focused on anything around her, not even the tribbles. In her head, she's carefully accessing behavioral paradigms that she's learned from Lilian, and checking them against this situation to see if they'd apply, because she was suddenly struck by the sensation that she was behaving incorrectly.     And, there it is. Sarracenia *is* helping, and she's even providing useful information about containing the breach that no one else could give her. And she's not even being particularly annoying about it at the moment. Petra heaves a big sigh.     "... Sorry for yelling at you; thanks for helping, whatever." "Yay!! The fearless warrior!"     Petra preens a bit at that reception, and it reinvigorates her to take charge and move to Kukuru to help her. She holds her sword under the vat to heat it up, and takes count of the situation on her fingers.     "So, first thing's first is damage control. We've got a few Abnos that could get wildly out of control if the tribbles get in, so if we can't keep that from happening, then nothing else we do will matter. Worst of the worst would be the Mountain, because--" "Mountain of Smiling Bodies has breached!"     The way Petra goes stiff and pale is like you can see her soul slipping out of her mouth and drifting away. "Hey, Justin, think you could take that one back? Maybe, uh... maybe not that?"     "Fuck, fuck," Petra shoves Fourth Match Flame into Kukuru's hands, checking a company tablet for the little red-flashing update of the Mountain of Smiling Bodies' location. "It's *not* helping, actually, Kukuru. If it eats enough meat, it'll get bigger and bigger, and then there's literally no way we're stopping it. Meatloaf, stew, fried chicken, fucking whatever, but you keep cooking. I'll--"     Petra nods at Sarracenia-- not even acknowledging that Sarra is leaving her to do the grosser work. The Mountain is one of the Abnormalities that Petra works on the most nowadays, and it's the biggest threat, so it's only natural that Petra would have to be the one to suppress it, because this is her job! She takes her sword and runs to the elevator shaft, cutting the doors open with a little melted metal on the edges, and then leaping down it.     She plummets down to land on a pile of tribbles with an oversized squeaky toy noise (and some tiny tribble bones breaking, but it's cuter not to think about that). She pries the door open, and then faces down the Mountain of Smiling Bodies with Fourth Match Flame held in both hands, sea of tribbles between then.     "Hey! Hey--! Bad Mountain! You fucking *know* your diet, you piece of shit! Stop or I'm torching all of them!"
Angela	The King, at the very least, isn't going to get bigger and stronger with the Tribbles she eats. She shouldn't be much tougher to take down after the crisis than the Mountain would--as Petra says, the Mountain is getting stronger and bigger with every tribble it consumes. "Sorry Petra..." Justin says. "We're going to try and slow it down but we can't take it down ourselves. But if you can clear out the tribbles in time, we can focus down the Mountain after." Justin is there along with Random and a couple other Agents Petra doesn't know. Justin's head jerks towards her as Petra arrives. "Cover her!" Justin says. "They'll burn faster than we can kill them, but we can't burn up all the oxygen either---!" The Mountain doesn't acknowledge dialogue trees and just keeps pressing forward, Rook and Random have good EGO Gear on them and can stall but Petra's gonna have to dispose of these tribbles fast! Or the Mountain first otherwise it'll be nigh unstoppable! Sarracenia has to duck under one of Tennatn's shots as she rushes off towards the kitchen. Instead it nearly blasts apart the cloud she's on while vaporizing a small army of tribbles underneath her. "Tennant please do not murder Sarracenia while she is in the process of lending a hand with the crisis." "Ah, sorry, you know how Magic Bullet can be!" Tennant shouts back. Would flsuhing the pipes with water work? "We can reroute the Enkephalin in sections if you want to wash them out, but it'll take some time--" Angela says over the comms while sending an update to Ichirin's LobCorp pad that Architecture is where the leak is. Not mjuch else she can do about that. Chewie watches Kukuru work. A fryer basket... Chewie grimaces because the idea of just frying them all... A tribble lands on his head. He immediately shoves it into the fryer as well. He got over that one. "Guormet meat loaf!" Chewie suggests because he's still who he is. The Kitchen at least is starting to clear out by pure virtue of many appetites.
UFO Gang	Minamitsu, who is suffering from sandwich poisoning and is thus a little over-excited, tells Kukuru at the question of Human Scariness, "Proooooperty taaaaxes!" Spooky! "These are certainly a challenging foe," Ichirin muses. "Minamitsu, can you stay here and cover them? Water pressure should serve if things get really bad... you could probably burrow to the surface, eventually!" "But there's food in the city," Minamitsu protests, but: Ichirin (followed by Nazrin) have left already! They follow in Petra's wake. btw they can both fly so they just do that, like jerks, keeping pace and remaining aerial. This helps them negotiate the tribbletide, but it's a chancy thing, because those guys are thick; it's like flying over a snow field. BEHOLD - THE MOUNTAIN! Ichirin tosses her LobCorp pad to Nazrin, who catches it with her tail - then drops it into the tribbles behind her. "Wups." As Nazrin retrieves it, Ichirin mimes a jab-punch in the air; Unzan mimicks this with a sudden looming fist of pink-tinged cloud easily the size of six or seven Petras - not quite enough to hit the Mountain, but perhaps a warning shot. He then rumbles, threateningly! "Mountain!" Ichirin scolds the great Anomaly. "To dine on flesh is sinful; the meat that you are eating is a tribble now, but in a previous life it might have been your own mother, or your own child. No, it certainly was! If meat is given to you freely and was not killed for you, one may eat without guilt - but to stuff your gullet with these teeming hordes of weirdly snackable and craveless fuzzballs is going to burden your spirit!" "After you get this guy down, the tablet says we need to go to Architecture," Nazrin reports phlegmatically, before holding up the fireflower. There is a sort of horrible crackling, like someone threw popcorn INTO the fire, and the smell is best left to the grace of imagination.
Kukuru	"If it eats enough meat, it'll get bigger and bigger, and then there's literally no way we're stopping it. Meatloaf, stew, fried chicken, fucking whatever, but you keep cooking. I'll--" Pouting slightly, Kukuru nods solemnly as she realizes her first instinct assessment of the situation was wrong. "Oh dear.... Okay, then relying on them's a bad idea. In that case... Mmhm! You can count on me." She smacks her chest confidently, the sound somewhat drowned out by the sizzling noises of cooking tribbles and bolstered further as she adds the Fourth Match Flame's... Flame to the mix. "I'll be here making sure we can prepare them as quick as we can, then. Nothing heavy, because we gotta make sure these go down easy so we can eat even more!" That rules out stew, then. The meatloaf angle still has her weighing her options, though, but frying them does seem to be the fastest option even if it's not the heart-healthy option. Digging into her pocket with her free hand after she passes the weapon back to Petra again on the way out, Kukuru pulls out an unlabeled white seasoning shaker that most certainly hasn't been replaced for years, if not decades. She shakes it right over the first batch of fried tribbles, and whatever they would taste like normally... That combination of salt, pepper, and spices is absolutely sinful. Not too salty, not too hot, not too strong, yet not too bland. It doesn't even overpower the natural flavor of the little fuzzballs! "We won't even need filler for this one, Chewie! Mm-mm, just pure meat and seasoning aaaand..." She pops another fried Tribble into her mouth thoughtfully, then adds more of the fire flower's power to the outside of the vat. She needs to keep the temperature high enough that everything cooks quickly, but not so much that it explodes! "Maybe several kinds of meat...? No, that's still kinda fillery, and we've got a looot to clear through. And tennant, please behave! You and Sarra can roughhouse after we're done here, okaaay?" Yes, Kukuru would be the sort to consider Tennant's shooting at Sarracenia 'play'. "Proooooperty taaaaxes!" Even that has Kukuru shivering a bit. "Those can get so high, yeah...  I heard people that win lotteries have to sell their new homes afterwards because of those. Isn't that crazy?" She sounds like she's gossiping more than sharing ghost stories as she calls out to Minamitsu.
Sarracenia	'... Sorry for yelling at you; thanks for helping, whatever.'      Sarra is so caught off guard by the apology that she forgets to be snarky about Petra being wrong. She just looks at Petra curiously before nodding lightly.      Sarra nearly has her cloud blasted out from under her as she passes Tennant. The cloud shakes and Sarra nearly topples off of it. The order not to murder her while she is helping is given, and Sarra mmphs in annoyance. "Or any other time!" Sarra adds.      While Petra goes to try and stop an Abnormality from eating...Sarra figures she should try and get Greed to eat as much as it can. "Oh, hello King of Greed. These tribbles certainly do look tasty, do they not? And I hear there are plenty more to be had if you head toward the kitchen~ Feel free to be greedy about these cute little fuzzies~"      Sarra doesn't attack with her hammer or explosives. Instead, she just stays near the King of Greed, making sure as many tribbles get in its way as possible. She stays on her cloud, flying low enough that she can sweep tribbles into Greed's path. "Sorry all you fluffy things! If there was another way I would take it!"      As talk of cooking continues, Sarra sighs softly. "Miss Kukuru, you may want to upgrade those cookers to incinerators if we want to get this under control. As mush as I dislike both cooking cute fuzzy things -and- wasting food." she says over her radio.
Petra Soroka	"Tennant please do not murder Sarracenia while she is in the process of lending a hand with the crisis."     But it wouldn't be *bad*, though. Magic Bullet *does* have a price, and if Sarracenia counts as an ally that could potentially be betrayed by the EGO right now... Petra figures that acknowledging that Sarracenia is helping, and also feeling hopeful that she might get shot by Tennant, aren't mutually exclusive feelings. She's not a hypocrite, they're just different things. "They'll burn faster than we can kill them, but we can't burn up all the oxygen either---!"     "Mmn," Petra shakes her head at Justin, gesturing upwards with her sword, whose firelight vanishes a short way towards Extraction's shadowed ceiling. "This isn't Control. Ceiling's a lot higher; there's no way we'll need to be worried about oxygen. Be worried about cooking along with them instead."     Petra takes a slow breath and braces herself for the Mountain of Smiling Bodies crashing around the hallway. She lightly crosses her eyes, letting the sea of tribbles blur in her vision to a brown fluffy river, absolutely indistinguishable as individual animals instead of one continuous lumpy mass. Dimly in some back part of her mind, she registers this as approximately the same deindividuation tactic she uses on humans on the few occasions she's had to murder them, but that isn't something to unpack right now.     A pillar of morphmetal zips out of her sleeve and hovers in the air to form an oversized metal strike strip. She swings Fourth Match Flame against it, sparking off it like magnesium, and the ensuing flame spreads through the tribbles almost instantly. Faster than she expected, actually.     She yelps and coughs, then starts flailing backwards to push through the flaming tribbles. "Ah-- fuck, shit, I could've thought this through better-- get into a cell and I'll shut the door!" "After you get this guy down, the tablet says we need to go to Architecture,"     When Petra slams the containment cell door shut behind everyone fighting the Mountain of Smiling bodies, she sags against it while the flame rages outside. She tiredly opens one eye to look at Nazrin, then closes it again.     "Well. Down's better when there's a fire. Who's up to run through it?"
Angela	Even flying, there's areas where the tribbles pile high enough to reach your feet. Central's team of 'magical girl EGO' users arrive shortly after to provide some assistance to the Mountain. It's pushed back into a cell with a number of Agents, including the 'Mahous', allowing them to pound the Mountain down with overwhelming firepower . That should keep it from being an issue for the rest of the night but that is a lot of Agents essentially trapped in containment with the Abnormality egg with the fire raging around them. Petra's right, at least, that the ceiling here is high enough that oxygen won't be an issue. The smell might be. It's like burning flesh and hair times a billion. Justin Rook says, "Arright, we'll clear a path," Having stayed with Petra. "But we need either of you to seal the breach--Neither Random or I have the knowhow for that." "I know a little bit about it, but I'm not from Extraction..." They nod and push forward in a flurry of pink bullets, giant skull clobbering, and 'galaxy' clobbering to try and open up a path. ''Tennant, please behave! You and Sarra can roughouse after we're done here, okaaay?'' Tennant's voice is suddenly far less jovial. "I said I wasn't aiming at her. That's just the price of the gun and it clears away too many tribbles not to use." Another shot flashes through Control, tearing up a whole slew of Tribbles but fortunately most everybody is heading down to Architecture right now. The Elevator isn't working--or rather, it's a several floors above. The elevator shaft might require some platforming, walljumps, or flight to get down safely. Meanwhile, Sarracenia lends the King of Greed a hand. The King of Greed, being greedy, will try to eat Sarracenia if she gets too close but presuming Sarracenia has the presence of mind not to do that, she can use her mobility to stay ahead of it. The tribbles are slowing the King down but she's like a giant vaccuum cleaner just SHLOORRRPING them all up. Come closer... The King asks of Sarracenia. Get a little closer and you can experience such bliss.... The Mountain didn't seem to recognize the benefits of vegetarianism and neither does the King. Chewie has shifted to making shiskebobs with the tribbles. There's so much tribble meat they'll never be able to look at another tribble. Chewie is considering vegetarianism, that's how bad it is, but don't worry he'll get over it. This is just another lunch rush. Chewie gives a small nod to Kukuru, acknowledging that she deserves to stand on the same stage of him... in this COOKING BATTLE. "But we can't simply go for what is ''neccessary''. We have to cook with Love, that is the most important ingredient of all...! It's the secret ingredient that makes all food worth consuming...! Miss Kukuru...Don't forget about love...!"
Sarracenia	'You and Sarra can roughhouse after we're done here, okaaay?'      "...roughhouse...?" Sarra repeats in confusion. She shrugs and adds, "If Tennant does wish to 'roughhouse' I am certain I can accommodate her once we are finished. ...and what do you mean that is the price of the gun?"      'Come closer... Get a little closer and you can experience such bliss....'      Sarra is smart enough at least to keep at a safe distance from Greed. "Oh? And just what bliss would that be? I am quite curious." she says as she keeps close enough to inspire a chase down the tribble-filled hallways and against the flow of tribbles to try and get the source of them under control. Sarra ends up surfing as much as flying in some spots where the tribbles are extra deep, and picks one up to throw it at Greed. "I bet you are not even greedy enough to consume all of the tribbles in the facility! They are too numerous and too prolific!"      The smell of smoke and burning creatures starts wafting to her, and even through her hazmat suit Sarra can smell it. "Ugh! They set them on fire after all. I suppose it is not quite the same as them being fire-powered. I just hope the fire does not trap me in here with this thing."
UFO Gang	Minamitsu is mostly hanging out for emergency water-blast coverage. She is also eating more and more of these products. If she eats them, they disappear, right? This may be regretted later. "I asked Shou about that once... apparently a lot of people just manage money based on when they're paid. She said it's sad, since usually it's not their fault, they either never learned or they have other obstacles!" Minamitsu lives under admirality law. MEANWHILE, DOWNSTAIRS: "I'm ready when you are. Your fires just stink. I've smelled worse," Nazrin answers Petra, smugly. As is always, or at least almost always, the case!! (Editorial note: This is pretty much the worst thing Nazrin has smelled that she didn't immediately throw up about.) Ichirin has someone to argue with. A mountain. She has a cloudy mountain to support her, at least. But the Mountain has the ultimate comeback -- not to answer. Ichirin, still floating, folds her arms and makes a :I face at the Mountain. It speaks not to her. After a few moments, Ichirin is enlightened (maybe). Turning her head, she looks at Petra, once they have taken momentary shelter in the cell. "Yeah!" she concludes, coming to light on the ground for a moment. Looking back to Unzan, she muses, "It's a shame we left Minamitsu upstairs, now that I think about it." "She was pretty locked in. She's going to eat so many of those sandwiches she won't be able to move," Nazrin answers. "But we can try to draw the flames aside -- and I /think/ we can probably make it easier to fall down through the elevator shaft!" "Easier like how," says Nazrin. "Well, I mean it'll be safer - I know jumping in is easy but I also know a lot of you don't have experience with flying," Ichirin continues, folding her arms loosely. "When it's time, just let us know. I'd be glad to lead the way!" WHEN THE CELL DOOR OPENS: "Uuugggghhh it got even worse!!!" Ichirin wails in astonishment. Nevertheless, she is willing to fly in front (screaming all the while). At the elevator shaft, she (and later Nazrin) just fly down. Unzan... *Pervades* it. Jumping in is like entering cotton candy fluff. You can sink through it but it slows things down; which means that sudden stop at the end of the line will hit different. Or perhaps hit much less. Or, really, not hit that much at all, depending on just how agile you are. Unzan is also probably only part of this solution, given just how lllllllllong the elevator shafts here.
Kukuru	"Miss Kukuru, you may want to upgrade those cookers to incinerators if we want to get this under control." Kukuru feels a sharp pain in her chest (figuratively) as she considers the possibility of having to just incinerate all so many of those tribbles. She could totally eat a lot of these herself, but even her stomach isn't that much of a black hole. "I guess... But if we just burn them up, then it's like we're wasting food, and that's..." She grits her teeth, looking intensely uncomfortable with the idea. Still, what's a one person to do in the face of overwhelming tribble numbers? It's unthinkable under normal circumstances, but there just aren't enough mouths to feed right now! "Is there really no other way? Oh, that's... Uuuuh..." "But we can't simply go for what is ''neccessary''. We have to cook with Love, that is the most important ingredient of all...!" Against all odds, Chewie pulls Kukuru back from the brink! Seeing him making shishkebabs out of the little things, in conjunction with his reassuring words, gives the wannabe-mom a second wind. "Th.. That's right. We can't just make these into something just to make it. We've gotta make these tasty for everyone. Something good, something new, something that gets the job done aaaand feels good to eat!" Wait. Does it just have to be eating? She's been so concerned about what to turn these tribbles into that would taste and feel good to eat that the obvious answer didn't even occur to her until just now. After dumping another basket of tribbles into the fryer, she shakes off her claw to dig out her phone, pecking at the on-screen buttons to make a phone call. "Helloooo? Yeah, hiii. It's me. Can... Oh, no. I need aaaaa..." She pauses to look up something else on her phone, then dumps the freshly-cooked tribbles out onto a plate before focusing intently on her phone, swarm of fuzzballs ignored for the moment. "Cask? Mhm, mhm, maybe two. No, three. Aaaand I'll need some of those fancy infusers that... Do those really work? Oh, yeah, that'll be perfect. Just leave them in storage and send me a picture of it when it's ready, mhm. Aaaall on the card, please~" Kukuru sets down her phone, then gets right back to cooking for a little while until she gets a message back with a photo of a wine cellar featuring three open casks. "Chewiiiie. Have you ever heard of that fancy wine with the snakes and stuff in it?" She asks while scooping up clawfuls of tribbles, hopping around a bit to make sure she picks up as many as possible atonce. "Becaaaause... I got an idea~" Kukuru opens up a portal, leans in halfway, then starts dumping tribbles into the open casks. "We'll find out how this tastes in a couple of weeks, but it should be pretty unique. And it might even be good for making some money on the side, iiiif... Hmm. Do you know anyone in marketing?"
Petra Soroka	Petra squints through the porthole window of the containment cell at the tribble immolation happening around the Extraction hallway. She crinkles her nose and looks aside at Justin, lingering to let the fire burn out its adorable fuzzy fuel.     "I think, when I tell Cinder about this later, I'm not gonna mention the smell. Just a lot of cool, normal fire. Just a normal full-facility burn, with normal, not-adorable fuel. I swear to *god*, if we have to clean up a billion tiny charred skeletons after this, I'm going to feel like we're working at a camp-- christ, that was dark. Forget I said that." "She was pretty locked in. She's going to eat so many of those sandwiches she won't be able to move,"     Petra squints, and looks more nauseous than the smell itself is making her. "Ugh. God. Why do we need to eat them at all? Just throw them away. Restock the carrion cart with them. Blend them up and mail them to K-Corp. Just, like, ew ew ew ew ew ew, come *on*."     After chattering for a bit, Petra taps her hand to the electronic pad to make it flash green and re-open the cell door. Immediately, the wash of smoke and superheated stench makes her gag, and as an automatic reaction, she sticks her gun into her mouth and fires.     --Her transteam gun, that is, with the morphmetal bottle inside. A small cloud of the glittering black steam of her Sting Silver transformation spills out of her mouth and encircles her lower jaw, then explodes into a lower-face mask. Black and silver metal, with seams radiating out of the mouth like Dimo's, it filters some of the smoke out for her to breathe easier, and faintly modulates her voice as if she was wearing the full suit.     "Okay, so, Architecture's weird, so *don't* go poking around at stuff too much, okay?"     After that, Petra runs through the hallway, with her Fourth Match Flame suit lighting up with more flickering flames at the heat. She hops down the elevator shaft, holding her breath while falling through Unzan, because-- like, what *if* she inhales parts of them! When she hits the ground in Architecture, she sheathes Fourth Match Flame on her back, and looks back at the youkai.     "You're tracking the breach, right?"
Angela	''If Tennant does want to 'roughhouse' I am certain I can accomodate her once we are finished.'' "Aw geeze..." Tennant says. "Now you're starting to sound like my parents." Tennant pulls the trigger once more. A portal opens up from behind Sarracenia and this time, quite intentionally, a bullet shoots out of it--aiming right for Sarracenia's heart. Tennant didn't choose that part, just the former. The bullets tend to home in on their targets. "Do you know what happened to my parents, Sarracenia?" Tennant asks rhetorically as another shot opens up behind Sarracenia, clearing away tons of tribbles but they are clearly, to Sarracenia, not the main target anymore. "Why, they died. Killed, really, shooortly before the Smoke War, actually! Talk about cinematic timing! I was real lucky that they bit it right before the War started! I got this cushy job looking after the old man here. It was like I was living my own personal movie...!" They pop off a third shot. "Tennant, bravely fighting against those bug men, those G Corp ghouls, those Langryos Corp mutants! We must never speak about that day, we must never forget about that day! Ha ha! To be a moment of history like that..." Tennant sighs happily. They push their hair back behind their head and slide their goggles down along their forehead. "I felt like more than just a Feather of a Nest, I felt like... a hero. One of many, to be sure, but my life had ''meaning''...! I hope you get some decent CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT out of this Sarracenia! Iy wouldn't be a very good time to DIE without anything to come from it, right? But you know, you don't notice it in movies--but there's way more open call cast members in a movie who are there to just stand around and die than there are heroes and villains. Just normal hopeless people." "Ah, it seems I have lost control of one of my Agents. I will send Disciplinary down to stop them but it may be some time, Sarracenia." Angela says. "My apologies for the inconvenience." Meanwhile, Kukuru and Chewie are working. Chewie is emboldened by Kukuru's agreement. "I can see in this, at least, we are twin souls... Let's do it!" But then Kukuru draws out a phone and Chewie is, for a moment, stunned. "Tribble wine.... that's brilliant.... And quick...!" Well quick for getting rid of tribbles, but hey--it works. Meanwhile... ''I think, when I tell Cinder about this later...'' "Your secret is safe with me," Justin says gravely. "We'll make it Parker's cleanup responsibility, how about that. Then maybe she'll think twice before she causes trouble just because she's bored." Random looks a little queasy at eating all the tribble sandwiches. "Let's just...worry about the future in the future. We gotta get through this now." They drop down into Architecture. As Petra warned, it is a little different. It's a long white hallway. There ARE Abnormalities in the cells, but they haven't breached just yet. Something in a plague mask is watching you carefully, well behind the containment walls. It does not try to breach. She does not try to breach? In any event, Nazrina and Ichirin eventually find a small hole in a wall that looks like was dug into for a considerably period, that leads into an open cracked pipe, directly into the Enkephalin stream. There's fewer Tribbles down here but sealing the breach should at least limit where the tribbles can go. And also save the facility.
Kukuru	"I can see in this, at least, we are twin souls... Let's do it!" "That's right! So much food, so much drink, and we'll be able to share it with everyone. Eating tasty snacks, drinking tasty wine, and..." Kukuru pauses to shovel a few more salt-pepper-and-???? fried tribbles into her face, pauses, then slaps a fist into her open palm. "Let's have the wine with other food when we do. Eating too much of one thing can't be good for us." She's thinking more about the flavor variety rather than the nutritional value there, but all this fried food still can't be healthy. As she finishes filling the casks up with tribbles and seals them up, she leaves the hired helper to handle the rapid-infusion process before turning her attention back to the little creatures still inside the kitchen. "You know, Chewie... I'm surprised you were able to switch to making these into tasty stuff so easy. I thought you specialized in using humans. Oooor..." Another pause, as Kukuru uses her brain before finishing the thought for once. "... Do you like cooking for people more than you do with them?" She asks, sounding more curious than anything else. It's not every day she meets someone that's comfortable with cooking or eating humans, after all, and doubly so when it's a human rather than a monster like herself. <<"Hmm.. Oh. Do any of you need help with theeee... Breaches?  Me and Chewie are still working on cooking, but-">> Sizzling, crackling noises of stuff being dumped on a plate, then more scurrying to round up more tribbles for Chewie's use next. <<"-we're doing pretty okay over here. Tenannt, Sarra? Are you two behaving okay over there? Petra, Nazrin, Ichirin? Is Mountain still making a mess?">>
Sarracenia	'Aw geeze...Now you're starting to sound like my parents.'      Sarra is not expecting friendly fire. She's had multiple assurances that she would not be murdered while here helping, both today and previously. She yelps and goes flying through the air from the hit, her cloud ending up left where she had been floating. There's a hole blown in the back of her hazmat suit and some blood flowing from a wound in Sarra's back as she lands in a pile of tribbles.      A moment later another shot clears the tribbles and sizzles more of that hazmat suit. Sarra has her hammer out by the third. "Killed huh? By you?" she says. Surely Greed is close by, but now Tennant has drawn Sarra's aggro. The third shot fires, and Sarra blocks it with her hammer. "Is it heroic to attack someone who is trying to help? Did you learn that from Lilian?!"      Sarra rushes for Tennant with a growly shriek of rage, aiming that massive DK Hammer at Tennant's side. "So, what then?! You think taking me out now will make you some sort of hero?! During a disaster where I am assisting?! Well, I can assure you of one thing!! I am not extra!! And you are barely a recurring background actor!!"      Angela makes a hollow attempt at apologizing, and Sarra just smashes the nearest speaker in response. "Treacherous AI..." she mutters. She assumes that Disciplinary is not even being called, or that if they are it will purposely take some time. She turns back to Tennant. "I am Princess Sarracenia Sundew, Crown Princess of the Sundew Kingdom and Grade Six Fixer of the City! And if I have to 'fix' you right now to ensure this facility and its people are safe then I will!"      Sarra's subsequent strikes are at the weapon, since that worked last time an agent was trying to kill her. "I hope it fits well into your 'heroic' narrative to be defeated by a fellow heroine for trying to kill her in the midst of a crisis! And to think, I bothered to save you during the Melting Love incident! No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose!"      'Tennant, Sarra? Are you two behaving over there?'      <<"No we are not! Tennant decided we needed to roughhouse now! And she is being rough indeed!">> Sarra answers back.
UFO Gang	"Yes... love!" Minamitsu declares, with a visible swelling in her abdominal area as she reaches for more of these sandwiches. The good news is that she probably can't gain weight. The bad news is more horrifying than can easily be contemplated. "Oh! My father had some of that once, back when he was alive! I mean he didn't live long after he drank it, but it definitely didn't do him in," Minamitsu says, before frowning at the prospect of this old memory from so long ago resurfacing. To comfort herself she picks up another sandwich. BUT DOWN DOWN DOWN: (Nazrin stared in apparently genuine surprise and perhaps /impressed-ness/ at Petra's transfiguration. She also gave a thumbs up.) Down they go. Down... down... and... In the strange labrynth of Architectural, Nazrin says, "Ichirin... and you too, Unzan. Don't go knocking anything over. This place is strange. You weren't paying attention at the time." After that, swift motion -- the dowsing rods whip over --                 There's a                 HOLE here "Huh," says Nazrin even as Ichirin leans over to look into the hole for a moment. "Do you have a standardized plug that you can use to fill in a gap like this?" Nazrin asks Petra and the other agents. Ichirin, still crouching down, squints. "I think there's a broken pipe in here... I don't know if we can fix THAT, and they might just break it anyway." "We need to stop this hole," Nazrin concludes, her dowsing rods twitching forward to down-left repeatedly, pointing directly at the problem. "I mean stop it up, not... stop it from being." "What about the pipe?" Ichirin speculates.
Petra Soroka	"Then maybe she'll think twice before she causes trouble just because she's bored."     Petra humus at Justin, glad that her authority to do violence to Parker is being validated by a fellow captain. "True. That's true. Otherwise she's basically getting off for free." "Do you have a standardized plug that you can use to fill in a gap like this?"     Petra sticks her hands in the pockets of her EGO biker jacket, then flinches and pulls them back out because the jacket is still flickering with residual flames. She strolls up behind Nazrin and peers over the hole, then pulls out her revolver and spins the cylinder.     "Nah, this never happens. I could maybe spin something up with the Silver, but that'd only be a temporary solution. If you don't have anything better, I could probably plug it that way and call Cinder to grab some repair parts out of my apartment."     While chattering, Petra casually lines up her revolver sights on the tribbles rolling around the pipe. With six squeezes of the trigger and sharp, gunpowder-scented reports, she blows the adorable little fuzzballs into red smears, then blows on the muzzle.     "I feel like working here's done bad things to my brain, sometimes."
Angela	Tennant is shooting at Sarracenia from Records. Sarracenia is not in Records. It's going to take some travel just to get to Tennant. That's the benefit of being a sniper. But Tennant isn't just a sniper. As Sarracenia is making her way back towards Tennant to take the fight into melee, Tennnat jumps down into the throng of tribbles and makes their way to a weapon closet, blows the dust off of it, and kicks it open and draws out a black and golden khopesh. "Forgive me, my Lady." Tennant says, kissing the khopesh. "Um, who are you talking to, Captain?" BongBong asks. "Don't you mind. Keep at it!" ''Are you two behaving okay over there?'' "Oh all is dandy." Tennant says over the comms. "Sarracenia is just misgendering me and I shoot people who misgender me. It's nothing personal! It's just my philosophy. If I don't shoot Sarracenia I wouldn't be me. Even my EGO is saying I should keep on at it!" ''--and Grade Six Fixer of the City!'' Tennant blocks the first strike from the hammer with the Khopesh, trying to draw a bead on Sarracenia in close range. "Wow! Grats! You graduated from catching kittens to fighting Urban Nightmares. I fought in The War, lady!" Tennant says. ''And if I have to ''fix'' you right now...'' "Wow..." Tennant is toneless now. "Now you really are sounding like my parents. And ''she'' again, is it? Gosh, I was going to be nice and just shoot you a little bit but now I really have to kill you, huh?" The top of Hokma's box-head pops out of the tribbles and he says, in a panic. "Tennant! Stop!" Sarracenia strikes repeatedly at the EGO weapon and a shadow erupts around Tennant's head, engulfing it in black flame. They don't keep using the Magic Bullet though, instead stabbing forward with the Khopesh for Sarracenia's chest. While Angela's apology was indeed hollow--she was not lying about sending Disciplinary to lend Sarracenia a hand. Nonon busts into Records moments later, "TENNANT STAAAHP SHE'S CONCORD!" Nonon shouts, pushing through the tribbles to make her way to Tennant but gets shot in the shoulder by Magic Bullet and tumbles into th Tribbles a moment later. "Don't tell me, you're someone who only reads her own lines while the rest of us gets the full script..." Tennant sneers at Sarracenia. "You don't know anything. A true comrade recognizes self-identification." And then Nonon tugs them down into the tribbles and pokes her own head up after. "Haha, sorry about that! Everybody's got their pet peeves right?..." She puts a foot on Tennant to avoid them immediately climbing back out and shooting at Sarracenia again. "Pweeeasee don't tell Director Kuran haha."
Angela	''Do you like cooking for people more than you do with them?'' Chewie seems confused. "There is no point in cooking without someone to test your meals. Certainly, humans are a premium ingredient that requires extensive skill in order to make a proper meal out of, but they are not the only ingredient. Neglect all others and you are a failure of a chef. I learned from cooking Abnormalities that there is still much left to be discovered in the culinary arts... But you have a good head for it, Miss Kukuru." Chewie only ever sounds this confident when talking about cooking. Chewie pauses to give Minamatsu a pat pat on the shoulder when she recalls the death of her father. Then he just as awkwardly curls his hand back in. MEANWHILE There is a pipe there. Tribbles continue to accumulate. Justin and Random slaughter Tribbles in the background. The pipe still isn't sealed but Justin suggests-- "A bandaid's better than nothing right now! Buys us time to clear the tribbles out and patch the leak with something sturdier!" Justin Rook says before pausing to look at Random, "Right?" "I don't have a better idea!"
Sarracenia	'Wow! Grats! You graduated from catching kittens to fighting Urban Nightmares. I fought in The War, lady!'      "I see! So, you are having some sort of flashback and can no longer tell friend from foe?! Is that it?! I have fought plenty of monsters, lead my own army and navy into the fray, and faced eldritch horrors myself! Have you ever faced a creature that can make you forget everything?! Do not act as though you are better than me!! I came into this labyrinth of terror to assist all of you despite knowing what is here!!" The khopesh is stabbed toward Sarra and is met with the haft of her hammer. "I do not let others give me my lines! I make my own so that I can ensure they are actually my lines and not someone else's!"      'Sarracenia is just misgendering me and I shoot people who misgender me.'      'You don't know anything. A true comrade recognizes self-identification.'      'Pweeeasee don't tell Director Kuran haha.'      Sarra blinks in surprise as the combat is interrupted by Nonon. And frowns heavily at the plea from Nonon. The princess's outfit has many holes in it by now thanks to having to fend off shots during the long run to Records. She huffs hotly. "My apologies for the misgendering. I do my best to respect such things. When I am /aware/ of them!" she exclaims that last part to make sure Tennant hears it. Sarra probably would know if she paid attention, but she is usually quite distracted when she is here. A hmph follows. "I doubt it would do any good to tell the Director, anyway. Just ensure she is properly disciplined. And I mean properly. Not told she is bad by Petra or Angela and then let go with no real consequence. Something like temporarily stripped of her gear and relegated to cleaning something for a while."      It isn't until she is turning to head back that Sarra realizes what Fix might have been taken as in this instance. "...and I did not mean 'fix' in some gender-related way! I was not even aware of your situation, Tennant! I meant 'fix' as in fix your terrible attitude and turncoat behavior!!" She lets out a characteristic growly huff before leaving. "I have to go! Greed may not be contained yet!"      And so, still with holes in her clothes and herself, Sarra makes the long run back to wherever she was before. Control, maybe?
UFO Gang	"... heh... thanks," Minamitsu says to Chewie. "I think... I'm just kind of... like, my stomach's catching up with me..." She's becoming immobile!!! Downstairs... There is tension. Petra blows away six tribbles, but one tribble has an approximate opportunity cost of 0.0000002cents (reflecting the embodied hydrocarbons and trace minerals, mostly) while a bullet is probably at least a quarter or something. It's not a winning game. Tension grows. Nazrin looks at Ichirin. Ichirin sweats. She takes a deep breath. Her eyes close - And a pink cloud struts out. Somehow. As if in slow motion, Unzan -- who had reduced himself to a dense pink fluff on Ichirin's starboard aft -- expands and moves his way downwards, his old-man face coming into starker relief. "Unzan-- But--" Unzan looks at Ichirin. "..." (Subtitle in the final cut: I understand this is terrifying for everyone. Perhaps it's not worthwhile in order to put myself in the face of such inconvenience. And yet, Ichirin - my friend - these people here... Perhaps this corporation has held a dark secret. I know not what the future may bring. But all of them have seemed, beneath the sins and defilements of the world, to have...") Unzan turns slightly, to look towards Justin and Random and Petra. "..." (Hearts... of gold.) And with that Unzan's hand 'slides' back into the cloud. He descends to the ground, like ground-level fog - he rolls into that aperture, before growing denser... thicker... nestling himself in there... really just snuggin his cloudy butt up deep... and then his face emerges!! "Not bad, old man," Nazrin says. "Unzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!" wails Ichirin. Before she pauses. Unzan looks up at her, with another "..." which is not presented in depth, before light and hope dawns on Ichirin's face. "That's right," she says with a hand papping into her palm again. "This is just temporary!! Until you clear out the blockage." Nazrin makes a swirly gesture with one dowsing rod. Turn it around. "Until you can come COMPLETE the blockage and keep these cute little buggers" (as she says this, Unzan throws a sharp jab into a tribble, which flies across the room) "from getting into the enkephalin pipes!" Ichirin folds her arms. "I won't abandon him!! I leave the rest to you, Nazrin!!" Nazrin nods once, then looks back to Petra. "Are they going to be able to tell about this upstairs or should we talk to them on this?" She waggles the tablet, as if it were an actual book.
Kukuru	"No we are not! Tennant decided we needed to roughhouse now! And she is being rough indeed!" "Sarracenia is just misgendering me and I shoot people who misgender me." "Oh dear... Those two are really having a time over there. If it wasn't so busy in here..." Kukuru sighs lightly after talking aloud to herself and sort of to Chewie, hrrming thoughtfully while scooping up another clawful of tribbles onto the counter. She smushes them down, then swipes sideways to separate the fur from everything else before passing it all off to Chewie so he has a neat-enough pile of parts to work with sans the less appetizing fuzz! He's right about the love thing, after all. Sure, it takes a little extra time, and it's a tense situation already, but that doesn't mean she can take that much of a shortcut. <<"Sarra? You should reeeally be more careful about addressing people properly. Words can hurt a lot more than bullets, and in ways someone like me can't fix. Tennant? You should wait to shoot people aaaafter the big facility-wide threat is handled. There's a time and place for everything, you know?">> She addresses them individually at first, and one of them is definitely getting it easier than the other. Despite all that, Kukuru's tone sounds even-keeled the entire time. <<"We're all in this together whether you like each other not, and fighting now's gonna cause more trouble for Angela or... Someone else here you like more than you dislike each other, right?">> "There is no point in cooking without someone to test your meals . . . But you have a good head for it, Miss Kukuru." After muting her microphone, Kukuru lets out a pleasant little noise at Chewie's reply and acknowledgment. "That's right... That's why I've practiced with aaall kinds of meat for as long as I can remember. Farm, wild, undersea, sky... There's so many different diets and cultures that not trying a bit of everything is just locking yourself out of so much potential." She concurs with a firm nod while starting to mince some of the remaining tribble and mixing it into some kind of sauced up, cheesy mess. "Cooking's something I've done for... Foreeever, I think?" She asks herself, not quite recalling just how long ago it really was since she learned how to cook (at least twenty years ago).  "I learned it from mom and dad, but very few other people at home really KNEW knew it, you knooow? And they all ate different kinds of meat, not meat, blood only, no pig." She explains, sighing fondly as she goes deeper into the memory vault to bring back those precious memories of her youth. "So I just started doing that for everyone, and... Here we are. Cooking for the Concord, for everyone here, and maybe..." Kukuru glances over at one of the cameras, smiling deeply from the heart even though she's covered in tribble-prep debris. "I wanna be able to share that with you someday, too, Angeeela."
Petra Soroka	(Hearts... of gold.)     Petra is not privy to the subtitled communication between Unzan and Ichirin, but she feels a cold prickle of dread run down her spine regardless. Petra's inherent goodness is so rotted through that to use it as support for any course of action is doomed so thoroughly that it's ridiculous to even try. To even insinuate that Petra has such thing as a 'good heart' is a deep violation on the core of her being, like she's being insulted behind her back. "Unzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!"     Petra startles at the sudden shout, and finishes off another tribble then turns around. She takes a few seconds to interpret what the hell is going on with the cloud around the pipe, then figures that it's good enough that it's blocked off for now.     "Oh, can he hold it? Sick. That saves me having to wake up Cinder and risk her wandering through the City. If I run to my apartment, I can be back in... like, thirty minutes, if he can hold that long." "Are they going to be able to tell about this upstairs or should we talk to them on this?"     Petra leans in to the pipe, to get morphmetal-based measurements of the diameter and size of the breach. She glances behind her to Nazrin, then catches a pile of tribbles spilling of the elevator shaft in the background and glares at them.     "Yeah, send a message to be safe. Do you think you could keep stomping these guys while I run out? God, it's going to take *ages* to clean up all the blood."
Angela	"Wow haha, I'm sure that's true!" Nonon says. "It's just a bit of a sore spot, you know, cooped up like this you know?" ''Just ensure she is properly disciplined. And I mean properly. Not told she is bad by Petra or Angela and then let go with no real consequence.'' "Sure sure, we'll make sure ''they'' are disciplined," Nonon lies like a pirate. Tennant thrashes but Tennant can fight in five thousand wars and still be unable to overpower Nonon's foot. They still nearly manage it when Sarracenia uses 'she' a few more times. Yeah, there's no discipline that will get Tennant to stop gunning for sarracenia now. Only one lady can stop them now. MEANWHILE Chewie offers Minamatsu a mint. Kukuru is not successful in changing Tennant's mind. But that is a story...for another day! To Kukuru, Chewie igves her a thumbsup, "Practice makes perfect." Downstairs plans are made to fix the leak. Tribbles are gradually eaten, incinerated, and so on and the situation eventually calms down to Lobotomy Corp's usual level of crisis. Parker, of course, has a lot of cleaning to do. Just a little longer, Tennant tells themself. Yuo've been so patient. Just a little more and your job here is done.
Sarracenia	Sarra pauses a moment as Nonon stresses they, then mmphs and facepalms. "Right...they. Forgive me, again." she says before she leaves. For some reason Sarra believes Nonon. Perhaps because of the whole thing with Nonon's not-daughter they found.