Post by Delikado on Mar 3, 2013 14:04:02 GMT -4
Note: The following is merely to set the stage for the next Overdrive RP. It is also incredibly silly.
The Carnival
Edger G. Gallagher: To the return of our livelihoods!
Gallagher, owner of the carnival, knocks a wine glass with those of his carnies and downs the red wine. The other carnies, Joey the Lizardman, The Mime, Midge the Midget, and Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear don’t appear quite as enthralled by the regaining of their carnival at the expense of Delikado and the gang as Edger does, but they nonetheless down their drinks with a quiet respect. Edger sighs in comfort as he twirls his moustache and walks to the window of his reacquired office, looking out the window at the carnival grounds.
Gallagher: These rogues should have known what would come of such thievery. It is by the justices of the world that that Cuban should fail in his endeavors and be ostracized with his moral-less minions.
Midge the Midget: What do you think will happen to them…?
Gallagher: Quite frankly, my dear, I do not give an imprecation. A deal is a deal. We shook on it, and in the gentleman’s society, that means everything.
Midge: But they have that comatose doctor with them, not to mention the pregnant lady and a little girl…You think they stand a chance out there with those odds?
Gallagher’s eyes narrow as he watches some of Delikado’s crew stock the last of their gear into a moving truck. He scoffs dryly.
Gallagher: It is survival of the fittest, my good carnies. No one helped us through all the hardships, why should we be solicitous and provide aid, ESPECIALLY after they stole our carnival right out from under us while we were away?! I do not factor sympathy for them, even if they were to possess a billion hungry babies and puppies. When the last of their trinkets are collected and stored, they will be forced to vacate my land and that is FINAL!
The Mime, standing a few inches away from Gallagher, nods softly while the rest of the carnies stand awkward and silent. The ringleader shakes his head as he continues to twirl the ends of his moustache. He suddenly cracks a smile and walks over to a Deli Tee Vee poster that has apparently been left behind.
Gallagher: No more of these dregs!
He rips the poster off and tosses it into the trashcan.
Gallagher: We shan’t ever have a problem again, my good fellows. Now laugh and enjoy the sensation of triumph with me! Mwhahaha!
Gallagher breaks out into a hearty, posh laugh and the rest of his carnies titter a bit themselves, mostly of out courtesy for their boss. However, Gallagher suddenly stops in mid-laugh, his face freezes in worried suspicion.
Gallagher: Did…Did anyone else hear it? A pitter-patter of flippers? A low sing-song, as if to announce ownership of territory? Growls and stomps of an apocalypse unimaginable unless experienced, unruly but domineering; a predatorily unkind, almost selfish clatter, a vile chorus of thousands-strong. It’s…it’s…horrible…
Gallagher clutches his chest as he looks out the window, breathing shakily like he might collapse, while the rest of the carnies are utterly confused.
Gallagher: *whisper* The Adélie.
Joey the Lizardman: Bossssssss? What’ssssssss wrong? What isssss it?
Gallagher slams his fist against the glass.
Gallagher: THE ADÉLIE PENGUINS!!!
With a mighty screech that surrounds the entire carnival grounds, thousands of black and white Adélie Penguins storm from seemingly nowhere, making a direct beeline to the carnival on all sides! Gallagher’s face goes white with panic.
Gallagher: Noooooo!!!
Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear grunts from the cameras as he surveys the incoming wave of terror.
Midge: They’re everywhere!
Gallagher rushes across the room to a large red button, which he immediately presses. An alarm goes off and we see from the cameras the carnival gates shutter as if they’re trying to close. That is, before the Adélie Penguins topple them like an unstoppable tidal wave! The office door is opened and in walks Delikado with Sofia behind him.
Boss Delikado: The hell, bro? Can’t Delikado leave in peace, before you start blasting the party music?
Gallagher: This is no party, you lout! We are under attack!
Sofia Monzón: Under attack from WHAT?
Lizardman: Penguinssssss! Lotsssss and lotsssss of penguinsssss!
Gallagher: If only they were regular penguins! These are Adélie Penguins, the worst penguins in the world! They are monsters, they destroy everything, and now they’re suddenly invading my carnival like a plague!!
Boss Delikado: Ohhhhhhh………see ya!
Delikado nods to Sofia and they both head for the door, before Gallagher rushes them. The Mime is the only carny at his side.
Gallagher: Wait, no, no! You can’t go yet! You have to help me!
Sofia: Pfft, what gives you THAT idea?
Gallagher: I let you stay in my carnival longer than we agreed to! I allowed you to take the time necessary to pack it up! You owe me for my generosity!
Boss Delikado: Nah.
The two continue to walk out, prompting Gallagher to rush after them and grab hold of Da Bawse’s coat sleeve.
Gallagher: Please! Please, Delikado and friend! Those demons will control this place by the evening unless they are fought off, and we can’t do it alone! You said you cleared this place before of the masses, of mascots and hobos and other creatures of the under-dwellings. I am asking you to aid me in stopping this pestilence from spreading and destroying all I have. It is a kindness the likes of which I could appreciate and respect, not to mention it is a logical point of you to help me, for those black and white villains will attack you as well if you try to leave. You won’t make it past the front gate, trust me.
Delikado slowly turns his head in thought, as if an idea has suddenly crossed his mind.
Boss Delikado: And just…HOW will you “appreciate” Delikado’s help and kindness…?
Gallagher’s face drops as he gasps weakly. Sofia catches on to the plan as she folds her arms across her chest.
Sofia: Agreed. What’s in it for us?
The rest of the carnies stand at Gallagher’s back, listening in, while Delikado and Sofia try to hide their smug grins against Gallagher’s desperation. It pains the ringleader to give in, especially after he just won back his carnival in its entirety…but with Adélie Penguin closing in more and more by the second, he has no choice.
Gallagher: If you help me, if we can save this carnival from the hellions, I……I…..might…..be able to give you part of it……..
Sofia: What number are we talking?
Gallagher: One seventh.
Boss Delikado: Is that a lot?
Sofia: No, it’s insulting. Goodbye, Edger, enjoy your penguin problem.
Sofia nudges Delikado to walk away, causing Edger to stammer.
Gallagher: One fourth!
Sofia turns back.
Sofia: Four fifths.
Gallagher: Are you MAD, woman?! That’s well almost all of it! One half, if it’ll please!
Boss Delikado: Ugh, Delikado hates all this biology talk.
Sofia: Four fifths.
Gallagher: That’s TOO much. I may be desperate, madam, but do not think it makes me blind! Three fifths is my FINAL offer, and even then I do not feel it an even exchange.
Sofia slowly, almost methodically, walks to Edger and looks him right in the eyes. A cold vibe slithers from her words and general expression.
Sofia: Four. Fifths. Otherwise I’ll march downstairs myself and open all the doors for those little birdies.
Gallagher swallows nervously. Sofia is completely unrelenting and unblinking as she injects this statement into Gallagher’s face like a spitting cobra. Totally genuine, he can see that Sofia will do what she said. He glances toward The Mime, as if some sort of silent agreement is made, before he turns back to Sofia.
Gallagher: Y…You’re a terrible negotiator…
Sofia: This was never a negotiation. This was our price. Four fifths of the carnival belongs to us after we clear out these penguins. Is that a deal?
Sofia slowly extends her thin hand. Gallagher shudders as he glances out the window, seeing that the Adélie Penguins have invaded the inner carnival grounds. It’s only a matter of time before they begin trying to enter the buildings…
Gallagher: ………Bugger. Deal.
Full of regret already, Edger shakes Sofia’s hand. He then turns to Delikado, who spits into his hand before extending it, much to the dismay of the more refined carnie leader. The Cuban grins cockily.
Boss Delikado: Looks like the “right crackpot” is about to take his rightful place, ain’t he….bitch…?
Reminded of his comment toward Delikado a few weeks ago, Gallagher grimly exhales and shakes Delikado’s hand as quickly as he can before pulling the spit-covered palm away and wiping it off with a handkerchief. The two leaders of Deli Tee Vee turn and walk down the stairs as Gallagher stands with his carnies. Outside, the Adélie Penguins can be heard squawking as they march hastily around the grounds. The camera lingers on a bitter Gallagher as he turns to his employees, and then the camera zooms in on the creatures out the window before cutting to black.
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Episode 36 part 1- "The Greatest Dooming Imaginable"
The Carnival
Edger G. Gallagher: To the return of our livelihoods!
Gallagher, owner of the carnival, knocks a wine glass with those of his carnies and downs the red wine. The other carnies, Joey the Lizardman, The Mime, Midge the Midget, and Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear don’t appear quite as enthralled by the regaining of their carnival at the expense of Delikado and the gang as Edger does, but they nonetheless down their drinks with a quiet respect. Edger sighs in comfort as he twirls his moustache and walks to the window of his reacquired office, looking out the window at the carnival grounds.
Gallagher: These rogues should have known what would come of such thievery. It is by the justices of the world that that Cuban should fail in his endeavors and be ostracized with his moral-less minions.
Midge the Midget: What do you think will happen to them…?
Gallagher: Quite frankly, my dear, I do not give an imprecation. A deal is a deal. We shook on it, and in the gentleman’s society, that means everything.
Midge: But they have that comatose doctor with them, not to mention the pregnant lady and a little girl…You think they stand a chance out there with those odds?
Gallagher’s eyes narrow as he watches some of Delikado’s crew stock the last of their gear into a moving truck. He scoffs dryly.
Gallagher: It is survival of the fittest, my good carnies. No one helped us through all the hardships, why should we be solicitous and provide aid, ESPECIALLY after they stole our carnival right out from under us while we were away?! I do not factor sympathy for them, even if they were to possess a billion hungry babies and puppies. When the last of their trinkets are collected and stored, they will be forced to vacate my land and that is FINAL!
The Mime, standing a few inches away from Gallagher, nods softly while the rest of the carnies stand awkward and silent. The ringleader shakes his head as he continues to twirl the ends of his moustache. He suddenly cracks a smile and walks over to a Deli Tee Vee poster that has apparently been left behind.
Gallagher: No more of these dregs!
He rips the poster off and tosses it into the trashcan.
Gallagher: We shan’t ever have a problem again, my good fellows. Now laugh and enjoy the sensation of triumph with me! Mwhahaha!
Gallagher breaks out into a hearty, posh laugh and the rest of his carnies titter a bit themselves, mostly of out courtesy for their boss. However, Gallagher suddenly stops in mid-laugh, his face freezes in worried suspicion.
Gallagher: Did…Did anyone else hear it? A pitter-patter of flippers? A low sing-song, as if to announce ownership of territory? Growls and stomps of an apocalypse unimaginable unless experienced, unruly but domineering; a predatorily unkind, almost selfish clatter, a vile chorus of thousands-strong. It’s…it’s…horrible…
Gallagher clutches his chest as he looks out the window, breathing shakily like he might collapse, while the rest of the carnies are utterly confused.
Gallagher: *whisper* The Adélie.
Joey the Lizardman: Bossssssss? What’ssssssss wrong? What isssss it?
Gallagher slams his fist against the glass.
Gallagher: THE ADÉLIE PENGUINS!!!
With a mighty screech that surrounds the entire carnival grounds, thousands of black and white Adélie Penguins storm from seemingly nowhere, making a direct beeline to the carnival on all sides! Gallagher’s face goes white with panic.
Gallagher: Noooooo!!!
Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear grunts from the cameras as he surveys the incoming wave of terror.
Midge: They’re everywhere!
Gallagher rushes across the room to a large red button, which he immediately presses. An alarm goes off and we see from the cameras the carnival gates shutter as if they’re trying to close. That is, before the Adélie Penguins topple them like an unstoppable tidal wave! The office door is opened and in walks Delikado with Sofia behind him.
Boss Delikado: The hell, bro? Can’t Delikado leave in peace, before you start blasting the party music?
Gallagher: This is no party, you lout! We are under attack!
Sofia Monzón: Under attack from WHAT?
Lizardman: Penguinssssss! Lotsssss and lotsssss of penguinsssss!
Gallagher: If only they were regular penguins! These are Adélie Penguins, the worst penguins in the world! They are monsters, they destroy everything, and now they’re suddenly invading my carnival like a plague!!
Boss Delikado: Ohhhhhhh………see ya!
Delikado nods to Sofia and they both head for the door, before Gallagher rushes them. The Mime is the only carny at his side.
Gallagher: Wait, no, no! You can’t go yet! You have to help me!
Sofia: Pfft, what gives you THAT idea?
Gallagher: I let you stay in my carnival longer than we agreed to! I allowed you to take the time necessary to pack it up! You owe me for my generosity!
Boss Delikado: Nah.
The two continue to walk out, prompting Gallagher to rush after them and grab hold of Da Bawse’s coat sleeve.
Gallagher: Please! Please, Delikado and friend! Those demons will control this place by the evening unless they are fought off, and we can’t do it alone! You said you cleared this place before of the masses, of mascots and hobos and other creatures of the under-dwellings. I am asking you to aid me in stopping this pestilence from spreading and destroying all I have. It is a kindness the likes of which I could appreciate and respect, not to mention it is a logical point of you to help me, for those black and white villains will attack you as well if you try to leave. You won’t make it past the front gate, trust me.
Delikado slowly turns his head in thought, as if an idea has suddenly crossed his mind.
Boss Delikado: And just…HOW will you “appreciate” Delikado’s help and kindness…?
Gallagher’s face drops as he gasps weakly. Sofia catches on to the plan as she folds her arms across her chest.
Sofia: Agreed. What’s in it for us?
The rest of the carnies stand at Gallagher’s back, listening in, while Delikado and Sofia try to hide their smug grins against Gallagher’s desperation. It pains the ringleader to give in, especially after he just won back his carnival in its entirety…but with Adélie Penguin closing in more and more by the second, he has no choice.
Gallagher: If you help me, if we can save this carnival from the hellions, I……I…..might…..be able to give you part of it……..
Sofia: What number are we talking?
Gallagher: One seventh.
Boss Delikado: Is that a lot?
Sofia: No, it’s insulting. Goodbye, Edger, enjoy your penguin problem.
Sofia nudges Delikado to walk away, causing Edger to stammer.
Gallagher: One fourth!
Sofia turns back.
Sofia: Four fifths.
Gallagher: Are you MAD, woman?! That’s well almost all of it! One half, if it’ll please!
Boss Delikado: Ugh, Delikado hates all this biology talk.
Sofia: Four fifths.
Gallagher: That’s TOO much. I may be desperate, madam, but do not think it makes me blind! Three fifths is my FINAL offer, and even then I do not feel it an even exchange.
Sofia slowly, almost methodically, walks to Edger and looks him right in the eyes. A cold vibe slithers from her words and general expression.
Sofia: Four. Fifths. Otherwise I’ll march downstairs myself and open all the doors for those little birdies.
Gallagher swallows nervously. Sofia is completely unrelenting and unblinking as she injects this statement into Gallagher’s face like a spitting cobra. Totally genuine, he can see that Sofia will do what she said. He glances toward The Mime, as if some sort of silent agreement is made, before he turns back to Sofia.
Gallagher: Y…You’re a terrible negotiator…
Sofia: This was never a negotiation. This was our price. Four fifths of the carnival belongs to us after we clear out these penguins. Is that a deal?
Sofia slowly extends her thin hand. Gallagher shudders as he glances out the window, seeing that the Adélie Penguins have invaded the inner carnival grounds. It’s only a matter of time before they begin trying to enter the buildings…
Gallagher: ………Bugger. Deal.
Full of regret already, Edger shakes Sofia’s hand. He then turns to Delikado, who spits into his hand before extending it, much to the dismay of the more refined carnie leader. The Cuban grins cockily.
Boss Delikado: Looks like the “right crackpot” is about to take his rightful place, ain’t he….bitch…?
Reminded of his comment toward Delikado a few weeks ago, Gallagher grimly exhales and shakes Delikado’s hand as quickly as he can before pulling the spit-covered palm away and wiping it off with a handkerchief. The two leaders of Deli Tee Vee turn and walk down the stairs as Gallagher stands with his carnies. Outside, the Adélie Penguins can be heard squawking as they march hastily around the grounds. The camera lingers on a bitter Gallagher as he turns to his employees, and then the camera zooms in on the creatures out the window before cutting to black.
To be continued…
