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somekindofsin.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2009-02-03 09:46 pm
Log (ongoing)
When; February 3, afternoonish
Rating; PG-13 for various "don't do this at home" exploits
Characters; Dr. Horrible (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
horrible_phd ) and Carl (somekindofsin ), with Karrin and the illustrious Captain Hammer later on.
Summary; The elevator in the City's laboratory is unwilling to take orders. Attempts to fix it lead, naturally, to mayhem and plans to destroy the carousel for the good of humanity. Or whatever.
Log;
Carl shuffled about the laboratory's lobby, waiting for his associate (well, they weren't really associates, as they worked independently and on different levels of the laboratory, but Carl was in the habit of thinking about all other scientifically-minded individuals in his general vicinity as associates), Dr. Horrible. The friar didn't usually collaborate with anyone with "horrible" in their name, but the City hardly allowed one to be picky. Anyway, Carl suspected Dr. Horrible was more of a Dr. Morally-Ambiguous.
From what Carl had learned from personal experience, the elevator that they were going to attempt to fix refused to allow any one City citizen access to more than one floor of the laboratory. There was undoubtedly a reason for it, but the arrangement made it rather difficult to visit associates on other floors. Carl was almost certain that whatever odd 'magic' infested the City controlled the elevator's movements, making the contraption rigged rather than broken. This didn't faze him. Neither did the fact that he had virtually no experience with lifts of any kind. Carl had no doubt that scientific ingenuity could overcome virtually everything, supernatural forces and general ignorance included.
Of course, Carl also had every intention of trying to destroy the City's carousel at a later date, which, he surmised, threw a fair amount of doubt on his convictions and sanity.
Rating; PG-13 for various "don't do this at home" exploits
Characters; Dr. Horrible (
horrible_phd ) and Carl (somekindofsin ), with Karrin and the illustrious Captain Hammer later on.Summary; The elevator in the City's laboratory is unwilling to take orders. Attempts to fix it lead, naturally, to mayhem and plans to destroy the carousel for the good of humanity. Or whatever.
Log;
Carl shuffled about the laboratory's lobby, waiting for his associate (well, they weren't really associates, as they worked independently and on different levels of the laboratory, but Carl was in the habit of thinking about all other scientifically-minded individuals in his general vicinity as associates), Dr. Horrible. The friar didn't usually collaborate with anyone with "horrible" in their name, but the City hardly allowed one to be picky. Anyway, Carl suspected Dr. Horrible was more of a Dr. Morally-Ambiguous.
From what Carl had learned from personal experience, the elevator that they were going to attempt to fix refused to allow any one City citizen access to more than one floor of the laboratory. There was undoubtedly a reason for it, but the arrangement made it rather difficult to visit associates on other floors. Carl was almost certain that whatever odd 'magic' infested the City controlled the elevator's movements, making the contraption rigged rather than broken. This didn't faze him. Neither did the fact that he had virtually no experience with lifts of any kind. Carl had no doubt that scientific ingenuity could overcome virtually everything, supernatural forces and general ignorance included.
Of course, Carl also had every intention of trying to destroy the City's carousel at a later date, which, he surmised, threw a fair amount of doubt on his convictions and sanity.
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"Captain Hammer has a point," she said. "Did either of you bother getting permission or even discussing this with the appropriate authorities before embarking on this harebrained scheme?" She highly doubted that. The friar's arguments made some degree of sense, even if they were foolish, but Dr. Horrible's justification was completely idiotic, and Karrin gave the young man a look that conveyed the full measure of her disgust.
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He glared at Murphy, partly because she was glaring at him and partly because she was standing between him and Captain Hammer. If she just got out of the way, Captain Hammer could beat him unconscious or whatever and they could be done with this ridiculous charade. "Who would we even ask for permission? Did anyone ask me if I wanted to be brought here? Or attacked by zombies? Or turned into a woman?" He gestured wildly to emphasize his outrage, which meant he was unintentionally waving his weapon at Murphy again.
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Praying that Captain Hammer and Karrin were both reasonable people (or, barring that, unwilling to beat clergymen), Carl attempted to gain some control over the situation. "I can understand why this might look like some kind of ill-conceived, insidious plot, but it's not, really. Surely we can all... take a moment to calm down, and discuss this rationally? Without weapons?"
The last bit, of course, was directed at Dr. Horrible. Captain Hammer didn't look like he needed weapons.
"Now," Carl continued, trying to justify their actions, "I based my theory on a good deal of research--very thorough research--and I did consider all possible outcomes. Truthfully, the outcome that I considered most likely was the one you've just witnessed... that is, that the carousel is indestructible. No one was consulted, of course; as Dr. Horrible said, there's not anyone in the City to consult on this sort of thing, and the only decent way to get an answer to a question is to experiment.
"Furthermore, I should think that any tool that the deities use to control and pull God-knows-what from the City's citizens would be held suspect and not considered cherished public property. We're not the first to try something of this nature, you know. Before I was here, I believe there was an attempt--a well-supported, well-intentioned attempt--to destroy the clock from the Underground that met with no success. I thought that, perhaps, there was a slim chance that the deities hadn't bothered protecting the clock from attempted meddling from above ground. This didn't work, but we've at least learned something beneficial." Carl stopped, although he knew perfectly well that he could go on indefinitely. Hopefully, that had been enough of an explanation.
If not, he was willing to elaborate further.
[ooc: ♥]
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No, he just thought it was amusing. Either way, he was starting to get frustrated, and was getting a little tired of their explanations. He went back to the basics of knowledge he was comfortable with. "You didn't get permission which means that you were breaking the law. What if innocent little children had been playing around, or birds flying over had been caught up in all of it?" True enough, he didn't really look that deeply into it, or care so much about those things at his core.
But let's face it, caring about children and small animals was a huge plus in people's opinions.
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"This is also a popular spot for new arrivals," Karrin added to Captain Hammer's point. "A lot of people could have been hurt. Especially since you didn't bother posting a public warning on the Network."
As for the proper authorities... "There IS a police force here," she said. "You could have at least spoken to them. I don't have the authority to take you in, but rest assured, I will be reporting your behavior to them. And if this crazy student is illegal, you'll be suffering the punishment for it."
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Dr. Horrible just sort of rolled his eyes at the threat of being reported. Like the police had been much use during the kidnappings. "Report whatever you want. I don't care. In fact, tell everyone all about it," he said, before realizing that while he totally had a backup plan in case he ever needed to go on the lam--and it would be cool to go on the lam at some point--Carl probably didn't. Also, this whole stunt had been enough of a failure that he didn't really want everyone knowing all the details.
[ooc: No, they only came up with the idea while being stuck in the elevator an hour or so prior to this. Not so much with the thinking ahead. Also, last tag for a while. If you want, go on without me.]
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[ooc: I miss you already! ;-; And no, no preplanning. At all.]
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[OoC: And I fail guys. *headdesk* I'll try and check this more regularly.]
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"Regardless, the police will be hearing about this," she said. "I would appreciate it if you would go home now and avoid any future attempts at 'heroism.'"
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He tried catching Carl's eye, turning around, and calmly(ish) walking off. If he got away with that, he'd count it as a wind. It's definitely not that way Captain Hammer would want things to end right? Every step seemed terribly slow and exposed and necessitated a lot more conscious will than usual.
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Carl was just starting to work himself up to a good rant when he registered Dr. Horrible's words and the fact that the other scientist was indeed leaving. The two of them wouldn't have lasted more than a few seconds in a fight--and that would be if it went well for them, Carl suspected--but facing the vigilantes alone was far less appealing than being pummeled in good company. As such, the friar lost his train of thought entirely and trailed after Billy.
"I'll be writing both of you stern letters outlining our reasons and defenses in a slightly more coherent fashion," he said to Captain Hammer and Karrin in parting, hoping that the thought of reading tedious reprimands would intimidate them at least a little.
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After all, letting him go now only to destroy him at a later time made Hammer all the better. "We shall meet again, Doctor. And your little friend, too. So you'd best be on the look-out, and watch yourselves." He almost smirked, they were pathetic, really. A letter? Hardly the toughest thing he'd have to go through, even if he did wind up writing them. The other man didn't look like he was the type to do much more than empty threats in this sort of situation. He'd scarcely be more worried even if he'd made a threat on his life.
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I declare this log a success! I <3 all of you.
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We ♥ you too!
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