( CLOSED. ) SPACE GOO 2: RETURN OF THE GOO

[flion]

Who: Residents of Casa Voltron, Defenders of the Nothing. They're not defending anything.
When: The duration of Event 32 (IC: 8/16-19)
Where: The Voltron Apartment
What: Well, everything sure is malfunctioning. Of course the Space Nerds' house isn't immune, but it's not like they haven't dealt with that before, right. LOOKS AT ALLURA'S CASTLE.
Rating/Warning: S for Space, E for Everyone. Space is for Everyone.

[ basically this is a catch-all for the event. STUFF BELOW. ]

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[Shiro's room, Phase I]

[roughhandjob]

It was a morning as normal as they started in the not-a-castle apartment. No high pitched shrill screaming from any of the rooms (yet) usually meant a good start. Shiro was, of course, already awake and half-way through his morning exercise ritual, currently half way through a set of push-ups on the floor.

Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fiftee-

There was no fifteenth. In fact, he could barely move- it was like his body suddenly weighed four of five times it's weight. Nearby there was a loud crash as his bed collapsed into it's frame, now a bundle of sheets, mattress, and bent, stressed metal.

He could barely breathe, let alone call out to his team-mates for assistance. He struggled to pull his body towards the door, inch by inch- there was something horribly familiar about all of this. Suddenly, it clicked, as he remembered basic training under adverse conditions... Gravity. Somehow, gravity itself in the room had turned against him. He was struggling under forces easily four or five times that of earth's. This was bad- he was already getting light headed as the increased forces made it difficult even for blood to reach his brain...

I'll probably do a more serious phase I prompt later, but--

[lionbyomission]

Phase I - tl;dr
[ PIDGE VS THE BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER, PLACE YOUR BETS ]

Phase III - Wardrobe Malfunction
[ Over and over, Pidge cuts her hair in front of the bathroom mirror. Over and over, it grows back. Her outfit flickers between casual clothes, feminine casual, and a dress you might recognize from that old picture.

It's for the best that the scissors aren't mechanized. Because if they were, you'd be in far more danger when she throws them to the ground in frustration. Are they about to ricochet into the hallway? Be careful now. ]

PHASE III

[mouseketeerish]

[Its with a quick twist to the side that Allura just manages to get out of the way of the oncoming scissors. She blinks in confusion for a moment, before looking down the hall.

Tentatively she moves forward, until--]

Pidge?

[lionbyomission]

[ Okay, so she almost killed the Princess with a pair of scissors. She--

she almost killed the princess with a pair of scissors oh today is wonderful ]

Allura! I mean, Princess! I mean, are you okay?! I didn't mean to throw it at you, I just--

[ She turns to face Allura and takes off her headband, but it turns to code between her fingers before she can trash it. At least it's just Allura.

Yeah.

This is fine.

Everything is fine.

She's not talking out loud, at least. Yet. ]

i.

[flion]

[ that everything's malfunctioning hasn't quite settled into this mind just yet, so he's mainly walked into the kitchen so that pidge could help him with whatever the heck was going on with his bedroom door, because that sure wasn't opening and technical mumbo jumbo is Her Thing™.

so here is keith, here is keith walking into the kitchen with a hint of frustration in his steps— ]

Pidge, there's—

[ —just in time to see this epic showdown of epic... everything, as a piece of toast sails over his head (he ducks just in time). he looks over, pauses, and his brow is definitely furrowing as his previous annoyance just melts away into pure CONFUSION. ]

—Wh...at...

[ WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE TOASTER ]

[lionbyomission]

[ A second piece of toast, spinning like a shuriken, follows in its wake. ]

Look out! [ Although Pidge finally manages to escape the Ninja Warrior Gluten Hurricane Nightmare to unplug the toaster, it sparks when she yanks the cord from the wall and the metal only grows hotter. ] Possessed kitchen!

[ Articulate, right?

So... now she's walking the toaster on a leash made of its own cord and it is pulling her right across the room towards Keith run for your life ]

[flion]

[ well, they're toast. haha, no, just kidding.... except yeah maybe they're actually toast. keith manages to avoid that grainy shuriken deathtrap by backing up against the doorway, a reaction made possible thanks to pidge's warning.

and thanks to pidge's explanation, he can ground out this statement, because this is all invoking some giant sense of deja-vu: ]

Agai— [ ah wait that sure is a toaster coming at him like allura's spartan gladiator ] —Are you serious?!

[ why is this always their life

WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS RUNNING FROM RUNAWAY APPLIANCES just excuse him as he lunges to the side and near trips over his own feet (he doesn't), keith just needs to scurry on behind their horrible metal "dog" to help pidge yank its leash. BAD BOY. ]

oh jeez mobile tags pls forgive my lack of proficiency

[lionbyomission]

You should see the blender. Or... Actually you shouldn't. You can't. [ long story, she and the blender don't have a great relationship anymore. and it might be in pieces.

but thankfully two heads are better than one toaster. as they yank the cord, it starts to understand that it's being tamed. good domestic toasters walk more slowly across the room, communicating with pings and beeps. ] Thanks. I think this one's calming down. [ she frowns ]

You've noticed more malfunctions around the house too, right? I don't know what's causing it but we might want to think about a vacation.