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xp_logsLucky Scenario Number 62 is... X-Folks vs Plants vs Zombies. But things start to go wrong quickly.
‘Well, it’s not New York’ did go through her mind before she even really took in the scenario. “This is… Nighttime in someone’s back yard? By the look of it?” It might have been cheating but she decided to have a quick peek at what was going through the heads of the pair in the control room. Unfortunately it seemed the Danger Room had shielding to stop that from happening. “Are we supposed to investigate?” She looked at the more experienced X-Men for support.
Wanda hadn't seen this scenario. And by that, it meant it was starting out relatively normal - even the ones that started out low key had a bit more oomph to them. But making assumptions was the best way to end up with someone gloating that you were taken down by a sniper and now owed everyone a drink at Harry's. "That would be a good idea," she responded encouragingly.
Alex raised an eyebrow, looking at the group. More heavy hitters than sneak around and investigate types, but maybe that was the point - push people out of their comfort zones. "A'right, let's get creeping, I guess. Sue, can you-"
He stopped as the ground moved underneath him. Like the literal grass was moving. He stepped back, and a little blue bulb popped out of the grass. "Whoa! Hey bud. Wait, are you from Mario?"
"umm...if video game characters are coming to life, then I'm pretty sure that that's a bad thing right...at least I'm pretty sure that they're not meant to do that but are meant to you know stay on the screen." The blonde looked around for a moment before taking a half step back before she heard a rustling behind her. "I have a bad feeling about this.”
"If we had good feelings about this, we'd obviously be in the wrong scenario," Alison said, tossing her hair over her shoulders. "Although honestly this thing is just too cute. I don't know if I'll be able to take this seriously."
Artie shook his head. "That's the problem with the Danger Room. It's not real enough, so you all think it's a toy or something." He spoke through his synthesiser before raising his gun and shooting all of the four weird blue bulbs. "We just punch each other and get time in on the range."
“Guys…” Betsy gave up trying to get a word in the regular way and just broadcast a telepathic message to everyone. 'Uhh, I don’t want to alarm anyone but I think the cute flowers are not the main problem here.’ She waved a hand towards the shambling figures approaching from the other end of the yard.
"Zombies, it just haaaaad to be zombies." Sue stepped forward, one hand held out in preparation as she glared at the shambling humanoids as if it were there fault that this was happening. "If we get out of here I'm burning every zombie movie or game in the mansion."
"Nope, nope, I am done. I'm out," Alison said, stomping over towards Alex, who was standing near the door. "Zombies are already all over popular media. Too all over. I drew the line at my music and I'm drawing the line at the Danger Room. OI!" Alison called towards the booth again, where whoever was running this simulation was probably enjoying themselves far too much. She wasn't quite yelling, but it was definitely louder than her normal speech. "On Behalf Of The Other Members Of The Team, I'd Like To File A Complaint!"
"I don't think-"
The lights went off. "Huh," Alex said thoughtfully, looking around. "Maybe that is how it works."
Then the room started to shake. "Or not!" He took a few steps back when it felt like the ground split apart beneath him. "Wait, I'd rather fight zombies! Change it back!"
But the room was doing its own thing now, lights flashing like cameras around them, creating a disorienting sensation, shaking and rumbling. Was that good? That was probably not good.
"Alex Summers, what did you do?" It was probably not Alex' fault but Wanda wasn't above double naming someone when the mood struck and considering the ground was breaking up under her feet, now seemed a wonderful time to double name someone.
"Me?! Alison is the one who-"
No one ever got to here the end of that defense, however; a blinding light lit up the room before they were all thrown into darkness.
And in the Control Room, Kitty and Garrison quickly realize things have gone sour.
"Huh...hey Pryde?" Kane looked up from his magazine, tapping a couple of buttons on the interface. "Did you modify the scenario?"
"When would I have had the time? Or more importantly, does that look like something I would come up with?" She jabbed her finger at a rapidly streaking figure, too swift for her to identify. She didn't think it was one of the X-Men -- it looked more like a computer glitch as it flared, sparked, then disappeared. "Give me some credit. I'm better than that."
"You might have had a weird night." Kane muttered as he scrolled through the diagnostic screens. "Would you take a look at these numbers? None of them makes any sense..."
"Sure. I---" She was leaning over Kane's shoulder, then paused. Her head tilted a little as she tried to comprehend what she'd just heard. "Was that Hamilton or am I just hearing things?"
Kitty shook the thought out of her head, humming under her breath as she squinted at the screen. "You're right...those numbers are wonky. Should we call everybody out of there?"
"I didn't program this. Let's shut it down." Kane hit the kill switch; an immediate program stop that reset the room back to the pre-program status. But the scenario continued to play. "OK... that's bad." He hit the shutoff again, with no result. Frowning, he pushed back his seat and went over to the master console and flipped off the guard over a large red button. This was the master switch; designed to bypass every program running on the system and shut everything down. It meant the loss of data, potential damage to the room in a hard shutdown, and according to Scott, hours of furious yelling at whom ever pushed it without a damn good reason. Kane slammed his palm down on it.
Nothing happened.
"... fuck."
"Well..." Kitty chewed her lip for a moment. She'd seen Kane hit the kill switch and the master switch, and yet the scenario was still running. Unless it wasn't a scenario.
She stared out at the scene before them. "Time to come up with a Plan C. D and E too, maybe. Let's just hope this is some slight electrical malfunction."
"Maybe the central OS is corrupted or it's picked up some kind of virus. Either way, we need to shut it down and get those people out of there. If it's screwing with the program, it might get into the safety protocols and someone might get hurt." Kane moved towards the door. "Keep trying. Maybe you can figure out what's going on. I'm going to go down, hit the manual shutdown and physically take it offline. Hopefully Molly's free and can give me a hand. Let me know if anything changes."
‘Well, it’s not New York’ did go through her mind before she even really took in the scenario. “This is… Nighttime in someone’s back yard? By the look of it?” It might have been cheating but she decided to have a quick peek at what was going through the heads of the pair in the control room. Unfortunately it seemed the Danger Room had shielding to stop that from happening. “Are we supposed to investigate?” She looked at the more experienced X-Men for support.
Wanda hadn't seen this scenario. And by that, it meant it was starting out relatively normal - even the ones that started out low key had a bit more oomph to them. But making assumptions was the best way to end up with someone gloating that you were taken down by a sniper and now owed everyone a drink at Harry's. "That would be a good idea," she responded encouragingly.
Alex raised an eyebrow, looking at the group. More heavy hitters than sneak around and investigate types, but maybe that was the point - push people out of their comfort zones. "A'right, let's get creeping, I guess. Sue, can you-"
He stopped as the ground moved underneath him. Like the literal grass was moving. He stepped back, and a little blue bulb popped out of the grass. "Whoa! Hey bud. Wait, are you from Mario?"
"umm...if video game characters are coming to life, then I'm pretty sure that that's a bad thing right...at least I'm pretty sure that they're not meant to do that but are meant to you know stay on the screen." The blonde looked around for a moment before taking a half step back before she heard a rustling behind her. "I have a bad feeling about this.”
"If we had good feelings about this, we'd obviously be in the wrong scenario," Alison said, tossing her hair over her shoulders. "Although honestly this thing is just too cute. I don't know if I'll be able to take this seriously."
Artie shook his head. "That's the problem with the Danger Room. It's not real enough, so you all think it's a toy or something." He spoke through his synthesiser before raising his gun and shooting all of the four weird blue bulbs. "We just punch each other and get time in on the range."
“Guys…” Betsy gave up trying to get a word in the regular way and just broadcast a telepathic message to everyone. 'Uhh, I don’t want to alarm anyone but I think the cute flowers are not the main problem here.’ She waved a hand towards the shambling figures approaching from the other end of the yard.
"Zombies, it just haaaaad to be zombies." Sue stepped forward, one hand held out in preparation as she glared at the shambling humanoids as if it were there fault that this was happening. "If we get out of here I'm burning every zombie movie or game in the mansion."
"Nope, nope, I am done. I'm out," Alison said, stomping over towards Alex, who was standing near the door. "Zombies are already all over popular media. Too all over. I drew the line at my music and I'm drawing the line at the Danger Room. OI!" Alison called towards the booth again, where whoever was running this simulation was probably enjoying themselves far too much. She wasn't quite yelling, but it was definitely louder than her normal speech. "On Behalf Of The Other Members Of The Team, I'd Like To File A Complaint!"
"I don't think-"
The lights went off. "Huh," Alex said thoughtfully, looking around. "Maybe that is how it works."
Then the room started to shake. "Or not!" He took a few steps back when it felt like the ground split apart beneath him. "Wait, I'd rather fight zombies! Change it back!"
But the room was doing its own thing now, lights flashing like cameras around them, creating a disorienting sensation, shaking and rumbling. Was that good? That was probably not good.
"Alex Summers, what did you do?" It was probably not Alex' fault but Wanda wasn't above double naming someone when the mood struck and considering the ground was breaking up under her feet, now seemed a wonderful time to double name someone.
"Me?! Alison is the one who-"
No one ever got to here the end of that defense, however; a blinding light lit up the room before they were all thrown into darkness.
And in the Control Room, Kitty and Garrison quickly realize things have gone sour.
"Huh...hey Pryde?" Kane looked up from his magazine, tapping a couple of buttons on the interface. "Did you modify the scenario?"
"When would I have had the time? Or more importantly, does that look like something I would come up with?" She jabbed her finger at a rapidly streaking figure, too swift for her to identify. She didn't think it was one of the X-Men -- it looked more like a computer glitch as it flared, sparked, then disappeared. "Give me some credit. I'm better than that."
"You might have had a weird night." Kane muttered as he scrolled through the diagnostic screens. "Would you take a look at these numbers? None of them makes any sense..."
"Sure. I---" She was leaning over Kane's shoulder, then paused. Her head tilted a little as she tried to comprehend what she'd just heard. "Was that Hamilton or am I just hearing things?"
Kitty shook the thought out of her head, humming under her breath as she squinted at the screen. "You're right...those numbers are wonky. Should we call everybody out of there?"
"I didn't program this. Let's shut it down." Kane hit the kill switch; an immediate program stop that reset the room back to the pre-program status. But the scenario continued to play. "OK... that's bad." He hit the shutoff again, with no result. Frowning, he pushed back his seat and went over to the master console and flipped off the guard over a large red button. This was the master switch; designed to bypass every program running on the system and shut everything down. It meant the loss of data, potential damage to the room in a hard shutdown, and according to Scott, hours of furious yelling at whom ever pushed it without a damn good reason. Kane slammed his palm down on it.
Nothing happened.
"... fuck."
"Well..." Kitty chewed her lip for a moment. She'd seen Kane hit the kill switch and the master switch, and yet the scenario was still running. Unless it wasn't a scenario.
She stared out at the scene before them. "Time to come up with a Plan C. D and E too, maybe. Let's just hope this is some slight electrical malfunction."
"Maybe the central OS is corrupted or it's picked up some kind of virus. Either way, we need to shut it down and get those people out of there. If it's screwing with the program, it might get into the safety protocols and someone might get hurt." Kane moved towards the door. "Keep trying. Maybe you can figure out what's going on. I'm going to go down, hit the manual shutdown and physically take it offline. Hopefully Molly's free and can give me a hand. Let me know if anything changes."
