omegamods: (Leader One)
Omegafriends Mod Team ([personal profile] omegamods) wrote in [community profile] omegafriends2014-06-09 06:47 pm
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Episode 2: Summer School Showdown with Leader One!

Who: The Kid, Black Rock Shooter, The Ice King, Peacock, Darkwing Duck and up to three other heroes
What: Investigating the device that Velasquez found
When: The evening of the 9th
Where: Underneath the Venture City High School Gymnasium

Beneath the Venture High Gymnasium, abandoned for the summer, is a basement. Hidden in a corner of that basement is a trap door, leading down into another basement. A basement.. of evil.

It's actually quite spacious down here, like someone built another gym under the first gym. The trap door opens onto a catwalk near the ceiling of an underground chamber dominated by a device shaped like a radar dish, ten feet tall and covered in blinking lights. Milling about the area below are dozens of evil robots, all bearing the insignia of Dr. Devious's Deviobots. Standing near the device itself is their apparent leader, a robot with a hardhat and a clipboard. The others are armed with giant fists, laser guns, balls on the ends of chains, or other such weaponry, but the leader appears unarmed.

They haven't noticed the approaching team, but it's only a matter of time.
knows_your_name: (You're gonna be awesome.)

[personal profile] knows_your_name 2014-07-02 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Me too... But heh-hey, yeah! We did!

[He raises his hand up for a high-five.]

Up top!
starsburn: (♦ looking up)

[personal profile] starsburn 2014-07-03 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ her expression brightens into a proud little grin. ]

Yeah, we did it!

[ and a high five is exactly what you get simon


before shooter yelps in pain, drawing back and gazing down at her hand -- her cut, scraped and burned hand. ]


Ow, ow owww!
knows_your_name: (Wait!)

[personal profile] knows_your_name 2014-07-06 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, careful! I'm sorry, I forgot!

[He steps closer and winces, hissing between his teeth.]

Ooh.. Oh dear, he got you pretty good! Here, let me see...

[He carefully reaches out to hold her injured hand, gently brushing over the wounds. He lets go when he realizes his own hands might be too cold. It might be relieving now, but it's bad news later.]

I'm afraid I can't help much for burns.. If I treated it with ice, it could send you into shock! We need to get you somewhere to heal up, pronto!