gone_byebye: (grr)
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The door opens onto an expanse of asphalt, steel, and glass. Nearby a sign reads:

WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA

4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD


It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucky-coyote.livejournal.com
"Absolutely," Johnny beams, wrapping one arm around Ray's shoulders and the other around Matilda's. Group hugs are always very good luck, after all...

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
Naraht is just about to join in the fringes of the group hug when Johnny suddenly appears in the huddle.

"Bwah!" he yelps. "Where the hell did you come from?"

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucky-coyote.livejournal.com
"Ley lines," he smiles, pointing to the ground before extending a hand. "Name's Destiny. Johnny Destiny." Somehow, Naraht doesn't startle him too much. Maybe the bar's already having an influence...

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spark-girl.livejournal.com
Agatha joins in. She can't help but to be caught up in the moment.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redsnout.livejournal.com
Raptor arms aren't really made for hugging, but Red decide sto do the best she can. Instead of running the risk of impaling Ray, she gives his shoulder a nudge with her snout.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:10 am (UTC)
k_in_black: (Mr. Attitude)
From: [personal profile] k_in_black
A particularly cryptic expression flashes across K's face at the mention of a group hug. But then he considers what he put Ray and Peter through during that black oil mission and figures, what the hell.

One MiB-approved group hug is executed with smooth and unobtrusive grace.

But this is not going into his after-action report to Zedd.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blond-w-brain.livejournal.com
The Egons look at each other. They sigh, in unison, and then join the group hug. If the MIB can do it....

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:13 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (*hugs!*)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Andrew's kind of been hanging back, mostly because he's possibly the least superpowered member of the group.*

*But you can't hang back in a group hug.*

*Which is how he finds himself squooshed between Matilda, Agatha, and Naraht.*

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrd-fox.livejournal.com
And then there's James Dean sticking his head through the rock wall.

"Where is Sigfried?" he carols in a hideously fake, non-descript, European accent. "Hey guys! What's the hold up?"

His eyes light up at the huddle!

"Ohhh! A little love-in before the break-in! Okay, carry on. I'll just send Elmer Fudd into the cafeteria again."

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
Naraht extracts himself from the group-hug and flings himself against the wall.

"'We few, we happy few!'" he intones. "'We band of brothers!' And sisters," he adds with a chuckle in his voice.

***

Out in the targeted corridor, a faint tremor is the only sign that all hell is about to break loose.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:31 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (sucks to be you)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*And back on this side, Andrew mutters under his breath...*

There's the Shakespeare.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
During the group hug, Danny had only done one of those pat-pat manly hugs, because the only people he ever group-hugged were Sam and Tucker.

Then they got towards the fun part.

"Goin' ghost!"

The concentric rings of light passed over him as he transformed.

"So, what's the game plan? Other than terrify and destroy?"

A pause.

"Or wait, it's just terrify and destroy, isn't it."

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
The Horta laughs...it's not a pleasant laugh.

"Finally! A situation where that reaction is actually warranted!" The three-quarters of a ton of living rock glides out of the steaming tunnel. "My dear, I suggest that, for your own safety, you take yourself outside. Now."

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doc-venkman.livejournal.com
Meanwhile, Peter eyed the odd whine of the packs with some trepidation. Oh great... what did the mad scientist team do now?

He then snickered at Ray's comment, and patted him on the shoulder, "You big goof."

He eyed the kid oddly, and then there was an oof from him as he got crushed in amidst the crowd piling around Ray. There was a brief smirk to K, like 'I'm gonna remind you of this later.'

Then the wall exploded and there was screaming.

Peter debated stepping forward, but there was a glance to his local version. His world, he can handle the PR for here. This Peter was just here to help tear Pecker a new asshole.

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redsnout.livejournal.com
Raptor Red, being a predator, can't help but be attracted by the sound of something in distress. And that definitely sounded like someone in distress. She jerks her head up and trots out of the hole, sniffing the air and immediately focusing her attention on the secretary.

The raptor tilts her head to the side, judging the distance and sizing the human up. "Phhhr?"

Re: And we're under way!

Date: 2006-06-20 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"Oh, certainly," Matilda says casually, opening up her bag and taking out two lumpy brown paper packages. She tosses one up into the air, catches it, then lobs it at the door, keeping her eye on it the whole time. Midway through its flight it catches fire; by the time it hits the door, it is already an explosion travelling at speed. The door is naturally displeased by this result.

The same goes for the second paper package, and when it has finished its business the door should no longer be a problem. She closes her bag and smirks.

Date: 2006-06-20 03:23 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (smiling down)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
... That is impressive, young lady.

*Andrew beams down at Matilda. Small, cute, precocious, and deadly dangerous ... yeah, he's charmed.*

Date: 2006-06-20 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucky-coyote.livejournal.com
Johnny stares for a moment, back and forth from the door to the little girl he'd just group-hugged moments ago. Girl. Door. Girl. Door....

"Wow!" He grins broadly. "Nice job, kiddo! ... Now, if you'll excuse me ..." In the blink of an eye, he changes into his coyote form, and seems to grin before padding off down the corridor in search of ... well, whatever seems to strike his fancy.

Fancy - and fate - seem to be leading him in the general directon of Level D.

He trots up the stairs at a leisurely pace, then nudges the stairwell door open with his muzzle. The security officers turn around, expecting another barrage of cartoon characters ...

"... Well at least it ain't a cartoon coyote," one of them manages, weakly.

Johnny grins. However, when you're a coyote, grins don't necessarily look all that friendly. A bark - Hey, fellas! and they scramble, backs to the wall.

Nice.

Johnny trots over to the leather armchair in front of the console and hops up. Very comfy. He yips his compliments ... and the power circuits in the surveillance room blow.

Any magnetic or electrical locks would appear to be, consequently, fair game.

Date: 2006-06-20 03:31 am (UTC)
k_in_black: (Big gun: night and shades)
From: [personal profile] k_in_black
Funny thing. All these explosions and still not a speck of dust on the perfect blackness of K's suit.

Dikon tubers, slick. Those tailors on Titan III really know their business.

K is slightly disappointed that he probably won't get a chance to neuralyze anyone on this mission, but as he double-checks the settings on his blast pistol and Series 4 Deatomizer, he suspects this raid is going to get plenty interesting.

Date: 2006-06-20 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blond-w-brain.livejournal.com
The Egons take a moment to converse, and then check their watches. They frown, and mutter, and then turn to face the door.

Brown-Egon says, "Should we take point?"

As one, they unlimber the throwers, and smile. It's that "I Want To Eat Someone's Skull" Smile.

Date: 2006-06-20 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrd-fox.livejournal.com
Beyond the door, the corridor is nicely cleared. Granted, the secretary's babbled warning about alien invaders and dinosaurs were at first dismissed as more cartoon hijinks...

...but that explosion was most decidedly non-cartoony.

A kitsune wearing a slightly more sinister body is now sprinting toward them.

"Took you long enough," he says. His charming grin is turned on Danny. "How about we saddle up, partner? Since little things like solid walls don't matter as much to us." He tosses his head toward one of the walls. "There's some ripe opportunities thataway!"

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Late-breaking multi-pup retcon.

Date: 2006-06-21 06:57 pm (UTC)
md_donighal: (Dr. Primoris)
From: [personal profile] md_donighal
The man in the gray suit drags the Jedi in the white suit into the huddlehug.

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