Physics is just a seven-letter word...

[lowkeyangel]

Who: Loki Gabriel, and you.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:

Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.

And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.

Comments

Try whatever, he can survive just about anything

[appealingavarice]

As it happened, Greed was looking for an angel. He hadn't had this particular one in mind, and he didn't actually see him at first, but when the prince told him oh, there's one!, he stopped walking. He was quickly learning to trust Ling's sense of chi.

"Yeah? Where?"

...learning not to talk to him out loud quite so much was taking a little longer.

[lowkeyangel]

Wasn't that interesting? There was no angel in visible sight, at least, but there was a funny part of the corridor were gravity no longer worked. About halfway down, things started to roll to the side, like the floor was one of the walls and then the ceiling and — okay, maybe he's seen Inception one too many times. But he's curious how people would take that kind of thing. Greed is just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[appealingavarice]

A bit to the left of- wait-

Greed had just stumbled, though he managed to keep from falling, and Ling stopped trying to describe position because position had just become much stranger, particularly with regard to up and down.

"What the hell was that?"

Greed takes another step, and the twistiness gets worse, though now that he's ready for it his footing stays steady.

[lowkeyangel]

Gravity just continues to get crazier and crazier as the hallway starts to tilt to the side. Smoothly, with zero fuss, and slowly. Nothing tumbles off of the now-wall without being jarred first, and no alarm is raised. It's just as if this kind of thing is entirely, entirely normal.

Go nuts. :>

[lightgunhustler]

As usual, Jo had spent the bulk of the afternoon manning the bar, where she had been conducting a few experiments of her own. She wasn't particularly scientifically inclined, but there was always room for a new cocktail or two on the menu, and there were some particularly vile-sounding combinations that had, so far, turned out to be pretty passable. Further attempts could yield even better results, but at the moment, she was busy cleaning up the remnants of an experimental drink that hadn't gone quite so well.

Apparently, very few drinks were actually improved by being set on fire. Sure, it looked cool, until your nearby towels caught the flames and it started to spread.

Whoops.

[lowkeyangel]

Well, that's okay. No one in the mansion will say no to a few new drinks to try, surely. And who better to help a pretty young lady clean up than a gaggle of forest creatures? Of course, if she wants them, she'll have to sing for them. A light, pretty, meaningless tune that — oddly enough — suddenly appears in Jo's head. Everything seems just a little brighter in the bar than it should be, and forest sounds are faintly audible in the outside corridor.

[lightgunhustler]

Well, that's -- that's unusual, right? Had the lighting changed in here?

Jo frowned for a moment, pursing her lips as she tried to place the effortless tune that had popped into her head without warning. Why did she suddenly have the urge to--

"A little bit of--"

Her eyes widened as she clapped a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to sing, but... Slowly, she turned her gaze towards the door to the hallway, curious.

Were there birds out there?

[lowkeyangel]

There were! In fact, at that little bit of song, a perfect-looking bluebird fluttered into the bar and perched on the bar top in front of her, looking at her expectantly with beady black eyes. He seemed to be waiting for her to continue.

[alwaysnext]

When Luke finally escapes from Team Mad Science, his inclinations are less towards poking around gooey bodily fluids, and more about building something explosive and throwing it as hard as he can at something ostensibly indestructible. That might not be such an unusual sight at this stage of the weekend, but Luke is into scribbling down his reams of theoretical prep work almost as much as he is the potential for exciting eruptions.

Just because you suddenly have no qualms about the ceiling caving in didn't mean you should skimp on the descriptive statistics, after all.

[lowkeyangel]

Gabriel can certainly understand someone with a taste for a little destruction. In fact, there seems to be a perfectly good, unlit, stick of dynamite in the middle of the corridor. Good as-is, or torn down for chemical parts, with a bright red tube. ACME is even written on the side of it, like any good cartoon stick of dynamite worth its salt.

[alwaysnext]

Well, isn't that weird. Luke figures someone must have left it behind in their own experiments. Someone who was more interested in Looney Tunes than exothermic reactions. But in science, as in the playground, the laws of finders-keepers is absolute and he picks it up. He'll be having that nitroglycerin, thank you very much.

[lowkeyangel]

Stuck underneath the large tube is a sign that comes unfurled as the dynamite is plucked from the ground. White, with large black lettering, it sits there, begging to be read. It shouldn't have been possible for it to be covered by a much smaller object, but there you go. Things aren't going to start making sense now. In fact, it's only going to get worse.

LOOK UP

Should Luke look up, he'll notice that there's a baby grand piano hanging in mid-air above him. No supports whatsoever, in clear violation of most natural laws. Natural laws are terrible, awful things, anyway, in Gabriel's opinion. Much like a cartoon, the piano will only be jostled by someone making a note of it being there, and it'll come down with an incredibly musical bang. And unlike real life, all it will do is daze as it shatters around its victim.

Saturday

[vates]

Kevin's still looking for a way out of here, and it feels even more urgent now, but not even because he wants to go home. It seems like he just needs to try for the sake of trying, figure out if there's a way out of here, because isn't that something people should know about? He's headed toward the ocean today, to see what he can do there.

[lowkeyangel]

Gabriel's in one of his lazier moods when he spots the Littlest Prophet. He's had enough, for the moment, of changing reality and is relaxing with some champagne and a picnic basket. He's trying out one of the oldest tropes in the cartoon book: those sandwiches that are piled ceiling high. Sure, the result looks obvious (that they're impossible to eat), but he thinks it might be fun to try anyway. So, he's got all the fixings with him.

Maybe his experiment would do better with another participant, though. He squints at Kevin. "Not gonna walk out too far, are ya? I hear this place swallows you right up."

[vates]

He stops, a ripple of fear coursing through him as he looks over at who's talking to him. He's still walking around with a water gun full of holy water and a water gun full of borax, and he's ready to use them as soon as it seems like he's in danger. This guy doesn't look dangerous though. Just hungry. Hungry for actual food, not people. That's something, but Kevin knows appearances are deceiving, too, plus that sandwich is kind of weird.

"I wanted to see how far out I can go." Even as he says it, he knows that sounds off. "I want to go home." But really, he wants to see how far he can swim -- home is an afterthought. That realization slides away as soon as he recognizes it, though.

[lowkeyangel]

He tilts his head to the side at that wary, wary look, and at the water gun. Interesting idea. Clearly this is a bright young man who needs a sandwich, because Gabriel has a slight nagging feeling that he should be familiar with this person. Or it's something along those lines, anyway, because Gabriel stopped carrying messages some time ago. It's just maddening enough that he's willing to put up with whatever fountain of angst he might be getting himself into.

"I also hear you eventually pass out and end up back here, but don't quote me on that one." He nods at his blanket, giving Kevin a perfectly cheerful smile. "Want some food before you find out?"

we don't need the laws of physics where we're going

[donttestme]

[[Chell has plans with her boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend this weekend so uh don't kill her but this looks like fun! er this is okay right?:]]

All that work with portals and physics-breaking mobility gels was hard work, so Chell's stopping back inside for some food and water. Ideally something she can carry back to the roof -- wait maybe not. Wouldn't want to accidentally get some of that science on her food... Hm.

Anyway she's heading down to the dining room for some quick food. Surely nothing will go wrong.

[lowkeyangel]

The cartoons that this archangel's been watching have been particularly demented in the area of food. Sure, everything looks normal, but cartoon food has a strange consistency. It just doesn't work right. The meat is more like firm jello, the cheese is stiff and bland, the bread is comically large, and none of it crumbles. Plus, some of it talks.

where's the swedish chef when you need him

[donttestme]

Chell's been eating 'real food' for awhile now, and knows how they're supposed to feel - and it's not like this. She spits out and eyes the suspicious foods the moment she feels something wrong with it.

The bread, though, she doesn't really notice a lack of crumbling from. She just assumes it's a large, doughy, fresh loaf, but then

"Woah, you're cutting it kind of close there, lady!"

it talks.

She drops it like it's coated in flaming acid and steps back from it, staring.

What

what is this

[no_nonsense]

This magical place had gone completely and utterly off its rails.

Everyone was acting very strangely and everything seemed absolutely eager to encourage them. It was all rather distressing. What troubled Susan the most, though, was the fact that she couldn't seem to bring herself to stop any of this nonsense. Whenever she saw someone doing something ill-advised or heard muffled clamoring, or the occasional crash, she would just stop, and watch, and wait. She was terribly interested in each misadventure, and finding out what was going to happen was an irresistible urge. It took a staggering amount of willpower to remind herself that safety ought to trump curiosity.

Eventually, the potential danger involved in these shenanigans escalated and her distaste for the situation trumped her desire to learn the outcome. She still couldn't bring herself to intervene in anything, but removing herself from the mayhem was the next best option. She'd already been outside and had no desire to learn what new ridiculousness lie in wait, and remaining in her room was out of the question. She absolutely did not need to be restricted in a place with a magical closet that supposedly generated anything. No, delightfully tempting as it was, that could only end in some horrible way.

In the end, she decided to keep searching for a way out of this dimension and went for the only option that didn't involve hiking through trees or swimming a considerable distance. Holing herself up in a Magical Library probably wasn't the best way to remove herself from potential mayhem, but it was the best thing Susan could think of at the time. She wandered the shelves and carefully studied the books and their groupings. Mapping the shelving system was possibly the least interesting way to test any sort of theory, but mind-numbing tedium was a long revered tradition, and intrinsic part of the Scientific Process.

(I do hope this works. If not, please let me know.)

[lowkeyangel]

At present, Gabriel was testing wormholes. Not like that guy who had denied their existence, but definitely in a cartoon persuasion. He was giving those dark holes, always in the side of walls or on the floor, a try. Usually, he went for something a little more spectacular, but this was all about experimentation, wasn't it? Spotting Susan (what an interesting creature she looked to be), he kept himself cloaked from human vision. And then he decided to make her his test subject.

Every once in a while, books would disappear from the shelves. Tumble down — into nothingness, into a round black circle that looked painted onto the shelf. The books in question made an impact noise... somewhere in the library...

[no_nonsense]

It started small. First was a book by someone named Flitwick about Charms. When Susan moved to check the markings on the end of the shelves, it was there, when she looked up to confirm the numbers on the books, it was not. Having never seen a cartoon, or any sort of moving picture for that matter, Susan didn't immediately associate the black circle on the shelf with the book's disappearance, though she did stare at it for a second or two.

Given that this was a Magical Library, Susan very nearly let the first incident slide. (You never know what magical books are going to do when you put too many of them together in one place, after all.) But, only a few minutes later, it happened again and this time, when the book¹ vanished, Susan heard the distant thwack as it hit the floor. The next book, she just barely missed as it tumbled into nowhere, but she caught the one after it. Doing so required a bit of undignified, abrupt whirling around, but she watched it fall through the shelf and glared at the black spot left in its wake.

Given that the last two books, a compendium by a man named A. Spiderwick and a book on Quantum Something or Other by an R. Lutece, didn't seem to have anything in common (or be especially magical in and of themselves), Susan became a bit suspicious. Then again, she was looking for a dimensional rift...and there was something terribly similar about magical sinkholes. Without much hesitation, Susan knocked the next book on the shelf over and (assuming they worked more than once) into the hole². If she could figure out how far it fell and where it landed, it might prove valuable to her search.

¹Auron, S. Mystic Metalworking. Eregion: Gwaith-i-Mírdain, 20 2nd Age. Engraving.
²It was just a book of poetry and, therefore, expendable. The world would not be lessened should it be damaged in the fall.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula steps out of a shadow, looking like he is simply materializing into being...and he may very well be. He looks around. Science is a rather weak area for the ancient vampire, but he is always willing to learn.

[lowkeyangel]

Oh, will you look at that. Classic. No vampire does that at home.

Gabriel, currently hidden from any but the most practiced eyes, silently hems and haws. He's a little curious about the possibility of dealing with a vampire not from his world. What works? Does garlic work against him?

But that would be rude. Obviously he settles for the least rude option first, and a cloud of bats fly down from the ceiling to blow past Dracula.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula stands perfectly still, letting them rush by, a small, fond smile on his face. He does have an affinity for bats...their tiny forms are one of his favorites to assume. He's spent a lot of time in their company, though he is a bit surprised to see them in Wonderland and in the mansion. They clash, somewhat, with the general ambience. Dracula waits, to see if anything else appears.