May 25th: Lobes are a Many Splendored Thing

by **Will Stanton** » Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:13 pm

"Kick you out?

No. No, no. If we kicked telepaths out, they'd just come in again--I think you proved that to my satisfaction."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:40 pm

"I have some suggestions about that." Rachel said "In any case, once you're done, will you help me find Sara and get her out of here?"

by **Will Stanton** » Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:48 pm

"Some suggestions?" he said, ignoring the latter half of her question.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:06 am

"About how to improve security, to make it harder for someone else to do what I did."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:14 am

Will snapped his fingers, and got a pad of paper and a pen.

"Start talking."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:18 am

"For starters, having mental constructs based on telepaths is a bad idea." Rachel said "I've never have been able to get in if I didn't look like I belonged."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:30 am

"I don't believe that for a second," he said, jotting it down.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:49 am

"I may be wrong." Rachel said "but its an obvious way to improve security."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:49 am

"We'll take it under advisement."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:00 am

"Second of all, it might be a good idea to set up a system of changing passwords."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:10 am

"What?"

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:17 am

"Passwords." Rachel said "Things that you need to know to get in, and to move from one area to another."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:34 am

"That wouldn't be an issue if people like you didn't try to get in in the first place!"

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:01 am

"I know that." Rachel said "But we have to live in the real world. And the sad fact is that there are mutants who are assholes. Some of those assholes are telepaths, and they are going to abuse their power. So its a good idea to be able to protect yourself. I wish it were different."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:16 am

"We ARE protecting ourselves. I think we've come across with a decent system--once we catch them, at least. You're right, perhaps we could be better at that."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:20 am

"Its up to you, of course." Rachel said "I'm just offering suggestions."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:11 am

"How do we know you dont just want us to create a nice back-door for you?"

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 10:17 am

"Because if I go into Will's mind, its going to be with his permission." Rachel said "Or because he's gone evil, in which case, I'm not going to worry about a backdoor."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:35 pm

"So you say."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:21 pm

"I say that because its true."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:23 pm

"Well, you see my conundrum. I have, here on one side, your assurances that you would never hurt anyone. And, on the other, the fact that you briefly took control of the entire operation, however briefly. You see the conflict, there."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:27 pm

"I wasn't trying to do that." Rachel said "I was trying to see if I could talk to someone higher up, and I found myself kicked out of here, and looking out through Will's eyes. I was as surprised as anyone."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:28 pm

"How can I believe you? You could have done anything in that short period of time--you pierced all our defenses. All of them, because we trusted you inside. And now you're back."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:38 pm

"Because I didn't do anything." Rachel said "Except try to get back inside, so that I could find Sara and get her back into her body, so that she can take care of your daughter."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:40 pm

Something there set BlackHat off. "My DAUGHTER? YOU are not worthy of speaking her name, sneaking around like a snake in the grass. That does it. THat DOES it."

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:54 pm

"Will, we're on the same side here." Rachel said.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:00 pm

"There's only two sides--us, and the telepaths wanting to get their sick hands on our powers," he said, walking over to a lever.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:07 pm

"Will, I'm not interested in your power. Please, just me get Sara. Unless you want her to stay trapped in your head."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:08 pm

"She's safer here," he said, pulling on the lever, sending the chair falling into darkness.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:12 pm

"Fuck." Rachel said, starting to feel for a way out. "If I have to get someone to help me get Sara back, I'm never gonna hear the end of it."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:13 pm

The chair landed on a conveyor belt, moving fast.

The licorice tightened.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:20 pm

Rachel didn't want to force her way out, and tried to focus on the fact that none of this was real, and wouldn't hurt unless she let it hurt.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:21 pm

And then the chair vanished, as she, still hog tied, was led into a machine...an almost empty machine. That stared whirring, and chocolate and marshmellow fluff began pouring in, and the room started spinning, faster and faster, and hotter and hotter.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:11 pm

It wasn't all that comfortable, and would have been downright painful if Rachel hadn't reminded herself that this wasn't real, and so it didn't hurt. Really.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:14 pm

Her arms and legs tingled as the thing filled up, and giant spatulas began mixing and swirling around as it baked.

Soon, however, she couldn't feel her arms and legs AT ALL. Or move them. Or feel anything with them...

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:39 pm

Rachel kept repeating to herself that this wasn't real and that nothing that Will was doing could actually hurt her and that she was fine. It didn't make things less freaky or uncomfortable, but it did keep things from being painful and kept her from totally panicking and trying to fight her way lose.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:44 pm

Things were really hot, and solidifying around her.

And then everything dropped a level as something came out of the bottom of the machine. And then another level. And another, and another, until finally, Rachel was popped out, falling a good thirty feet onto another conveyor belt--fortunately, the layer of...batter?...around her cushioned her fall quite nicely.

She could still see--the tip of her head was outside the caked on snackcake and chocolate, with a marshmallow layer between her and it, but other than that it was a big rectangular blob thing. She was also, unfortunately, facing away from where she was going---though she could hear some clangs behind her. In front of her, another rectangular snack-cake fell, going in the same direction as her.

Clang. Clangsqiitt Clangsquittt...clang.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:56 pm

Rachel kept telling herself that this was all a metaphor that this wasn't her real body, and that it wouldn't hurt. She kept telling herself this, and managed to believe it enough to stave off panic.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 10:06 pm

CLANG! Walls shot down around her, as the belt stopped in a machine.

A number of nozzles hovered around. One shot out, spraying some kind of colored sugar on top of the Rachel-cake, decorating it, and two more did the sides.

A fourth one came towards Rachel, and popped in her mouth, and started shooting out what tasted like strawberry filling, and thus likely was strawberry filling. This caused Rachel--and, by analogy, the entire cake--to inflate more and more and more, in an almost cartoonish way, until she was sure she was going to burst, when it stopped.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:23 pm

I will never be able to eat a twinkie again. Rachel thought, in somewhat hysterical amusement.

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