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Dexter's Log Stardate 195X-004 : This Bites.
Action, 729 Anderson, Daytime
[Dexter has put two and two together and linked this odd state to the "vampire bite" he got at the carnival. Even though it was probably only a mere prank, one can never be too sure if the effects of the possible bite may have been delayed. As such, he is trying to get some sleep in his room, hanging upside down in darkness, hoping he'll turn into a bat.]
Yeeep. Any minute now...
Action, around Mayfield. Early morning/evening.
[So, Are you walking home alone? Are you taking a brisk jog through the vampire-infested Mayfield? Or just perhaps... you are someone he knows. You may hear something of an evil laugh now and then as you are walking. Don't turn around, or you may just be "menaced" by a slow-moving, 9-year old vampire who's probably not much paler than he usually is. And by menaced, I mean he's just going to keep following you, laughing at opportune times. Or he may actually try and pick you up. Yes, Dexter was one of the victims of the alien abduction.]
[Dexter has put two and two together and linked this odd state to the "vampire bite" he got at the carnival. Even though it was probably only a mere prank, one can never be too sure if the effects of the possible bite may have been delayed. As such, he is trying to get some sleep in his room, hanging upside down in darkness, hoping he'll turn into a bat.]
Yeeep. Any minute now...
Action, around Mayfield. Early morning/evening.
[So, Are you walking home alone? Are you taking a brisk jog through the vampire-infested Mayfield? Or just perhaps... you are someone he knows. You may hear something of an evil laugh now and then as you are walking. Don't turn around, or you may just be "menaced" by a slow-moving, 9-year old vampire who's probably not much paler than he usually is. And by menaced, I mean he's just going to keep following you, laughing at opportune times. Or he may actually try and pick you up. Yes, Dexter was one of the victims of the alien abduction.]
Dexter's Log Stardate 195X-003 - insert evil dead quote here
(action - 729 Anderson)
[When not in school, Dexter has spent most of his week trying to get his recently regained power armor online. The lack of a power source was most troubling, but he managed to come up with a temporary solution. Just in time, too, as he could hear the sounds of undead rapping against the garage door. He gets in, and powers it up, cracking his knuckles....The familar voice of Computer asks him for the weapons activation password.]
"Star Wars."
[Incorrect password.]
"Mandark Sucks"
[Incorrect Password.]
What the crap? You'd think a genius like me would be able to remember a simple password... Ah
[The rapping and moaning of zombies at the garage door gets louder and louder. Dexter screams in fustration.]
Ah, the hell with it! Zombies are nothing that two giant metal fists can't take care of!
Dexter gulps, and hopes that this will be enough. He's scared for his life, but at the same time... this is a good opportunity to test how good his power source actually is. Plus, the act of getting to live out a video game fantasy is really cool, no matter how scary it is. The garage door slowly opens, and a large metal fist protrudes out, punching whatever zombies were trying to get in. The rest of the power armor follows as it flies out and lands, and totally landing in an awesome pose. Dexter laughs maniacally, motioning with the robot for the zombies to come here and get a taste of the POWER OF SCIENCE.]
THIS. IS MY. BOOMSTICK!
[So if you're anywhere around Anderson Lane, Expect to see a little boy in an powered armor like the one in the icon. The suit has no weapons online, but Dexter's making due with some sweet fighting game moves. Mostly shoryukens.]
(B. Mayfield Elementary/High)
[Dexter's going to do his best he can to be a hero and look for survivors, like any good hero would do. The most obvious place to look for either, would be at the schools. He's read enough comics to know what happens to the kid who saves the life of his classmates in some kind of horrible event like this. Instant popularity, girls throwing themselves over him going "MY HERO," medals for heroism... The rewards are too great in his eyes not to risk his life for them. While he could fit in the halls with the armor, schools are too much of a sacred ground to risk anything getting damaged by wayward punches and kicks. So he traverses in, armed with a large wrench, courtesy of the armor's emergency repair kit. It won't kill any zombies cleanly, but it'll do if he's got the proper protection...]
[When not in school, Dexter has spent most of his week trying to get his recently regained power armor online. The lack of a power source was most troubling, but he managed to come up with a temporary solution. Just in time, too, as he could hear the sounds of undead rapping against the garage door. He gets in, and powers it up, cracking his knuckles....The familar voice of Computer asks him for the weapons activation password.]
"Star Wars."
[Incorrect password.]
"Mandark Sucks"
[Incorrect Password.]
What the crap? You'd think a genius like me would be able to remember a simple password... Ah
[The rapping and moaning of zombies at the garage door gets louder and louder. Dexter screams in fustration.]
Ah, the hell with it! Zombies are nothing that two giant metal fists can't take care of!
Dexter gulps, and hopes that this will be enough. He's scared for his life, but at the same time... this is a good opportunity to test how good his power source actually is. Plus, the act of getting to live out a video game fantasy is really cool, no matter how scary it is. The garage door slowly opens, and a large metal fist protrudes out, punching whatever zombies were trying to get in. The rest of the power armor follows as it flies out and lands, and totally landing in an awesome pose. Dexter laughs maniacally, motioning with the robot for the zombies to come here and get a taste of the POWER OF SCIENCE.]
THIS. IS MY. BOOMSTICK!
[So if you're anywhere around Anderson Lane, Expect to see a little boy in an powered armor like the one in the icon. The suit has no weapons online, but Dexter's making due with some sweet fighting game moves. Mostly shoryukens.]
(B. Mayfield Elementary/High)
[Dexter's going to do his best he can to be a hero and look for survivors, like any good hero would do. The most obvious place to look for either, would be at the schools. He's read enough comics to know what happens to the kid who saves the life of his classmates in some kind of horrible event like this. Instant popularity, girls throwing themselves over him going "MY HERO," medals for heroism... The rewards are too great in his eyes not to risk his life for them. While he could fit in the halls with the armor, schools are too much of a sacred ground to risk anything getting damaged by wayward punches and kicks. So he traverses in, armed with a large wrench, courtesy of the armor's emergency repair kit. It won't kill any zombies cleanly, but it'll do if he's got the proper protection...]
002 - Comic mischief
(Action - The comic shop - Early Afternoon - Open to All)
[Dexter's peering in the windows of the comic shop, looking desperately for his grand prize. A cream of the crop of comics in his world, something that would make him both filthy stinkin' rich and gain him the envy of his other friends (what friends?)... Major Glory issue #001. He'll dart from rack to rack, looking for it, but to no avail. Maybe he's just too short to reach it. Or maybe it doesn't even exist at all. Bother him?]
(Action - Later that day - 729 Anderson, front lawn -Open to all)
[One of Dexter's daily routines (which was awfully good at relieving stress), was to go in what he liked to refer to as the "laboratory" and work on some small contraptions using whatever spare parts he could find that didn't look particularly important, and toys from the Toy Store. There haven't been many huge successes. He's spent the past few days trying to modify a toy spark gun to give him some needed protection, but it hasn't been working too well. Perhaps he'd be a little better off working with a cap gun, but hey, he liked the sci-fi b-movie look. Figuring the lack of Dee Dee was finally getting to him, he moved his project out to the front porch, as it was small enough to do so. He'll just be tightening some bolts on a small mechanism, whistling a little tune while doing so. Perhaps the change of scenery was all he needed to get himself back on track.]
[Dexter's peering in the windows of the comic shop, looking desperately for his grand prize. A cream of the crop of comics in his world, something that would make him both filthy stinkin' rich and gain him the envy of his other friends (what friends?)... Major Glory issue #001. He'll dart from rack to rack, looking for it, but to no avail. Maybe he's just too short to reach it. Or maybe it doesn't even exist at all. Bother him?]
(Action - Later that day - 729 Anderson, front lawn -Open to all)
[One of Dexter's daily routines (which was awfully good at relieving stress), was to go in what he liked to refer to as the "laboratory" and work on some small contraptions using whatever spare parts he could find that didn't look particularly important, and toys from the Toy Store. There haven't been many huge successes. He's spent the past few days trying to modify a toy spark gun to give him some needed protection, but it hasn't been working too well. Perhaps he'd be a little better off working with a cap gun, but hey, he liked the sci-fi b-movie look. Figuring the lack of Dee Dee was finally getting to him, he moved his project out to the front porch, as it was small enough to do so. He'll just be tightening some bolts on a small mechanism, whistling a little tune while doing so. Perhaps the change of scenery was all he needed to get himself back on track.]
Dexter's Log Entry Stardate 0001 -Lab B Gone
(action, 729 Anderson)
[Dexter woke up to his alarm clock. which was oddly set earlier than normal, and nor was it the manly voice of Action Hank, which he felt rather odd, and he must have been waking up to another dream...after some grumbling and mumbling, and a blind attempt to hit the alarm clock to "Snooze" he attempts to fall back asleep... Only to be woken up by the same alarm. Yep. Something's weird. His first thought is to immediately check his surroundings... nope.. this didn't look like his room at all! Maybe the parents did some rearranging... which means... Oh crap. Gotta check the lab, and check it now! If they did some cleaning they probably already found it and are there waiting for him! Dexter frantically reaches towards the bookcase, and pulls out the book he thinks will activate the computer. He pulls the book, and waits for his favorite lady to greet him. By that, I mean his Computer.]
Come on come on come on! Computer! Stop lagging! How long does it take for you to ask me for a password anyhow?
[He tries the book again, only for it to fall on the floor.... revealing nothing but an ordinary book case. He gasps... and tries something else. Maybe he fell asleep in the simulation dome again and Dee Dee messed with things! That's probably it!]
Computer, end simulation!
[He waits expectantly only to come up with nothing... his anger grows.]
COMPUTER! I DON'T PAY YOU TO SLACK OFF, YOU KNOW!
[Nothing... his response is a scream of both fear and anger. Dexter gets dressed and storms off, further angered by the fact he could not find anything of his at all. He notices a family photo which looks... rather odd. There was a lack of his sister there... replaced with... another boy? And his parents looked awfully different, too. What the hell is going on here?!]
(Phone, several minutes later)
[Dexter finds a phone, and does the most obvious thing that anyone can would do! Call for help. Or answers. Or both.
Operator! Operator! Give me the number to Action Hank! or Major Glory! someone! Anyone! Mom! Dad! Hell, I'd even take Dee Dee or even that stupid Mandark at this point! I appear to be kidnapped by a strange family and require the help of a super and/or action hero to bust me out of this place! I cannot promise much but the reward of a genius sidekick with a multitude of gadgets at his disposal...!
[Hey, it was worth a shot.]
[Dexter woke up to his alarm clock. which was oddly set earlier than normal, and nor was it the manly voice of Action Hank, which he felt rather odd, and he must have been waking up to another dream...after some grumbling and mumbling, and a blind attempt to hit the alarm clock to "Snooze" he attempts to fall back asleep... Only to be woken up by the same alarm. Yep. Something's weird. His first thought is to immediately check his surroundings... nope.. this didn't look like his room at all! Maybe the parents did some rearranging... which means... Oh crap. Gotta check the lab, and check it now! If they did some cleaning they probably already found it and are there waiting for him! Dexter frantically reaches towards the bookcase, and pulls out the book he thinks will activate the computer. He pulls the book, and waits for his favorite lady to greet him. By that, I mean his Computer.]
Come on come on come on! Computer! Stop lagging! How long does it take for you to ask me for a password anyhow?
[He tries the book again, only for it to fall on the floor.... revealing nothing but an ordinary book case. He gasps... and tries something else. Maybe he fell asleep in the simulation dome again and Dee Dee messed with things! That's probably it!]
Computer, end simulation!
[He waits expectantly only to come up with nothing... his anger grows.]
COMPUTER! I DON'T PAY YOU TO SLACK OFF, YOU KNOW!
[Nothing... his response is a scream of both fear and anger. Dexter gets dressed and storms off, further angered by the fact he could not find anything of his at all. He notices a family photo which looks... rather odd. There was a lack of his sister there... replaced with... another boy? And his parents looked awfully different, too. What the hell is going on here?!]
(Phone, several minutes later)
[Dexter finds a phone, and does the most obvious thing that anyone can would do! Call for help. Or answers. Or both.
Operator! Operator! Give me the number to Action Hank! or Major Glory! someone! Anyone! Mom! Dad! Hell, I'd even take Dee Dee or even that stupid Mandark at this point! I appear to be kidnapped by a strange family and require the help of a super and/or action hero to bust me out of this place! I cannot promise much but the reward of a genius sidekick with a multitude of gadgets at his disposal...!
[Hey, it was worth a shot.]