Zealatom~

"And how am I supposed to buy time if I'm stuck with you?!" Terra is whining with my mouth, something rather embarrasing to all of us. Thankfully everyone is busy fending off more attacking zoodles that have just spawned out of the blue, just like the ones we crashed into. 

"I meant-" Now that I think of it, it may have not been the wisest choice to contain Terra with me. "You know what I mean. You're in my head!"

"Humph!" Terra sniffs. "Why does everyone else get a body, while I'm stuck here? I don't even have a permanent form at home!" I shake my head. "Enough! Lindel, cover for me."

"Am I Infus's brother?" Lindel asks, still rather confused at my AE's parting words.

"Yes, you are! Technically." I sigh, exasperated. "Now please go help others. Terra will stay with me."

"As if I could go anywhere else." Terra cuts in. "Now those ice cream guns are very tempting..."

Ice cream guns. I close my eyes once more, plugging my ears to block out squeaking zoodles.

Know what, Watcher?

What?

Put Raven off for now, standby.

Ok?

And get Twinstera on the line.

Fine. Hold up...

"Hello?" A young voice in my head asks. "Need anything?"

"Twinstera! Get blueprint CESX2043 for me now!"

There is no response, but a fluttering of paper. I open my eyes to see a blue roll drop into Lindel's hands. He turns it, curiously. "What's this?"

"Open it, Lindel! Open it! Its a present for you." 

"For me?" He unrolls the scroll. A bright light shines out, causing us to cover our faces. When it dies, Lindel is the first to speak.

"Wow. Mind if I do?"

"No, no." Terra actually sighs. "It's all yours, this time."

Lindel grins, sprinting over to the miraculously-erected Paxim machine launcher. Its six 15-inch diameter barrels gleam in the sunlight, ready to unleash fury on the enemy.

With a touch from Lindel, they begin to spin. Faster. And faster. Lindel grabs the handles to aim it at the zoodles not far from us. "Eat PIE, zoodles!" 

A barrage of cranberry pies whirl over the ice wall, impacting into targets and scattering electrical jam flying everywhere.

Alrighty! Heres Part Two of the comment we posted yesterday!

Sorry it's pretty long, admins.

[Skree]

I'm gleefuly spraying ice cream at the zoodles when I hear Chaser yell my name.

"Do you still have the Blue Moon ice cream in the basement of the shop?!?" he hollers.

I straighten up from where I was taking cover behind a frozen block of zoodles.

"Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Cause look! Theres more zoodles coming! We need something more powerful that normal ice cream!"

I look at the mass of zoodles coming towards us, and indeed, theres a second wave coming, at least 5 times as large as the first.

Friendo, who is next to me, grins. 

"C'mon!" he says. He dumps the remaining ICGs out of the cart they came in and picks me up and chucks me in instead, then grabs the handles of it and takes off running towards the shop. I cling for dear life as we bounce over the cobblestones. These handcart-things don't come with suspension.

A few minutes later, we come skidding to a stop outside the shop. The sign reads "Skyward Ice Cream Parlor (& Bakery (& Cafe))". I fumble with the keys but Friendo just breaks the window with the butt of his ICG.

"Hey!" I say.

"No time. Plus, it'll regenerate." and he's already vaulting throughh the window. I clumsily jump through after him and follow him behind the counter and down the stairs.

[Friendo]

I come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. Skree bumps into me with an "oof". The basement is a labyrinth, always shifting, and only Skree, who is the spirit of the shop, can find his way around. The basement is all concrete and stone and winding passageways and walk-in freezers that you'll get trapped in if you aren't careful. I step to the side to let him around me.

"Lead the way."

He takes off at a run down a side passage, taking a left, then a right, and another right, then another left. Sometimes he randomly stops and runs back down the way we just came. I can hear the distant sound of stone grinding and I think the labyrinth is rearranging itself around us, just out of our sight. I'm totally lost. And then we arrive in a hallway with one door at the end. A post-it stuck to the door reads 'Warning - Blue Moon ice cream. Highly volatile.'

"We're here." he says. He pushes open the door, and cold air wafts out. I poke my head in, and see rows and rows of giant tubs of the stuff, some of them up to three feet in diameter.

"How will we transport all this?"

"Oh, it's easy. We won't. We'll just move the shop. You notice how it named itself 'Skyward' today? Not only a lovely book reference but also a hint that the shop feels like being a rocket ship right now. You'd better get upstairs. Since the basement uses spatial magic to be bigger than it actually is, most of it except for the coat-closet sized patch that actually exists will go incorpeal when we take off. Since I'm technically an undead spirit, I can go incorpeal with ease. You can't. You'll cease to exist. If you go down the hallway and take a right you'll find the stairs."

I exit the freezer, and obey his instructions, taking the stairs two at a time. The shop rumbles around me, walls moving and resizing themselves to be more aerodynamic. Then, with some more rumbles, we begin to lift into the air, soaring over the city, before landing with a clank in the city center, CBers and AEs scattering out of the landing zone. A large tunnel pops up in the ground in front of the shop, running presumably down to the basement. A few moments later, Skree comes out of it dragging ice cream. I jump back out through the still-broken window to lend him a hand.

[hehe, return of the Blue Moon ice cream!]

I'm still launching ice cream at the strange zoodles when I realize that the zoodles seem to be slamming against the ice blocks encasing more zoodles.

"oh... oh nO! THE ICE IS CRACKING!" I yell just as some of the frozen zoodles break free. one jumps at me and bites my arm. I yell in surprise, trying to gently pry it off, which was not working. oh dear. these things have EXTREMELY sharp teeth, I think.

I finally try to pull off the computer chip stuck to the zoodle's head. the zoodle goes limp, and stops biting harder, but its mouth is still firmly attached to my arm. 

a couple more zoodles take advantage of the distraction and squirm towards me. I quickly fire at them with my ice cream launcher, which is surprisingly hard with a heavy zoodle dangling from your arm. I launch ice cream at a few more zoodles, then step behind a pile of ice cream launchers to try to get the zoodle off my arm.

[Chaser]

"Skree! The ice is cracking! Distribute the Blue Moon Ice Cream NOW!"

The Blue Moon will be much stronger due to the CB lore behind it, capable of freezing much larger chunks. Friendo is already distributing the smaller pints of ice cream that fit into the ICGs. Meanwhile, Skree is bringing out some more inventions. Oh dear. Theres an Ice Cream Heavy Machine Gun (ICHMG). I didn't know Skree still had those after the disaster they caused that one time we tested them out... I didn't even know we had that many to begin with. Actually, I know for a fact we never had anywhere near as many as the ones he's rolling out of the tunnel. Has he been manufacturing more? I'll have to have a talk with him.

Meanwhile, the CBers are gleefully upgrading to the more powerful ICHMGs. They are stationary, and far better than the original ICGs, and already starting to make a difference. The cracks in the wall are already being filled. Just then, a giant block of frozen zoodle comes hurtling towards me, from where somebody got a jumping zoodle out of the air. Oh dear. I dive to the side, and take cover with a group of three CBers clustered around an ICHMG.

"Wow, you're a good shot," I say, and it is true.

"Thanks. I was a sharpshooter in the Marines for a while." The CBer firing glances over their shoulder at me for a sec and I see that it  isn't a CBer, but an admin. The other two are also admins. A giant three-foot tub of Blue Moon is loaded into their gun's ammo spot thingy, and one of the admins is sitting on the edge of it, keeping an eye on how much ammo they have. The third admin is stalking around with a sword for some reason.

"Um, it's okay if you want to help a different way..." I say awkwardly, "I'm sure you know that the presence of Blue Moon has a habit of making beanbag toss games spontaneosly appear and injure admins."

"Oh, no, we're fine," says the admin sitting on the edge of the tub. As if to prove their point, a cornhole thingy appears out of thin air above their head, but the third admin (the one with the sword) leaps up and swipes it away with the sword. The cornhole game doesn't give up that easily, and jumps back in another attempt to attack the admins, but the sword admin drives it backwards, exchanging blows with it until it clatters to the ground, defeated, next to a pile of other cornhole game thingys.

"Impressive."

"Thanks. I was a world-champion fencer for a while." The admin says. I notice they have sustained several wounds from various fencing matches with the beanbag toss games, but they are all nicely bandaged.

"That's a nice bandaging job," I say in approval.

"Thanks," says the admin sitting on the Blue Moon, "I was a paramedic for a while." They glance at the ice cream tub again, which is now empty, and yoink it out, kick it aside, and stick a fresh tub into its spot.

Apparently the admins are more accomplished than we thought.

~~~

hehe, Admins, you can decide among yourselves which of you is the sharpshooter, fencing champion, and paramedic.

Funnily enough I did actually fence in high school. --admin

G...give me some time...I'm sending this through a 9-inch-thick barrier of geography homework...I'll post Infus's POV soon, I promise...

As Leotea

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Avara rushed me to Zoodle HQ in our Volkswagon Beetle. She'd been panicking about the number of chipped zoodles. We were halfway there when she screeched to a halt. 

"Out of the car! I need your help here!"

"Um...ok. We don't have any weapons, though."

Avara opened the hood of the beetle-shaped car. "This old thing hasn't flown, or used its cannons for years."

"Cannons? Flying?! How did we not know that?"

"It's a beetle. It flies. We've had this car for a year, and you don't know that?"

"No. But we probably have to activate the wings and cannons now, though."

"Okay, for the wings, I think I have to press this button and move this lever-"

The beetle spontaneously turned tie-dye colors.

"Wrong button. Leotea, see if you can figure out the cannons."

I pushed a button labeled C. The headlights spouted tubes. I looked at the dashboard inside the car and dusted off a few buttons. One showed CANNONS: LOADED. It also said COCONUT OIL. Another said FILL CANNONS and BLUE MOON ICE CREAM.

"I think they're working. There are a few kinds of cannons. There's coconut oil, blue moon ice cream, and," I peered at the dashboard, "pie. There's already coconut oil in there, but we need to refill with ice cream and pie."

Avara, face smudged with motor oil, clearly hadn't heard me. She pushed two buttons and flipped a switch, and wings began folding out of the car doors. I jumped out of the way. 

"All right, the wings and cannons are good! Let's go."

We got into the car, and while Avara managed the wings, I controlled the cannons.

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Alright, I owe you one Avara! Life has been growing bunches of grabby tentacles these days, argh. But you can rest assured that I won't let this thread go boop anytime soon. This is just a post to top it again, the POV is in the next.

Boom! This is the long-due POV.

Infus~

Crash!

"Sorry about that." I mutter as another roof-mounted antenna breaks off after I fail to clear a block perfectly. Those boosters would be much more welome now, my wounded hind leg can't provide enough leap. I should really think things through next time. 

There isn't a lot of time to regret about those choices made however. Streets are much harder to navigate than I thought they would be, and cars much more fragile than expected. I groan inwardly as a clamor of horns sound anew from the ground. "Sorry, sorry! Passing by!" I quickly hurdle over another block, not wanting to hold up any more traffic. How much further is the zoodlers HQ?

The answer is swift to come.

Afewm oreki lomet ers.

What?! I've been at the city hurdles for what feels like hours and there's still 'a few more kilometers'???

Nah,j ustki dding. It'sj ustov erthe re.

I look at the direction __ is indicating through our mental link. Indeed, there is a green snake-shaped flag flying from a building not far from our position.

It takes some more moments of embarrassing street-shearing to arrive there. There are ambulances rushing out and arriving back, people and AE's shouting, and a ton of confusion scattered everywhere. No one seems to want to worry about us, they're to occupied with zoodles. It is a welcome change to the city streets, but I need to drop off my portion... "Umm hello?" I attempt. "Is there any-"

"H-hey!" There is a voice from below. I look down to see Mirage, another of Pangolin's AE's waving up at me a tad timidly. "Is that you K-Koi?"

I had almost forgotten that this body was based off Koi's template. "Uhh, no. I'm Infus. Binalar Infus. Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry, is there any place to drop off... Two tons of zoodles?" 

"Oh! Infus." Mirage pauses, seemingly trying to wrap her head around the situation. "We have that. Right-" She turns to search through the confusion. "Over there!" She points at a clear patch of asphalt. "It's the largest we have now, sorry."

"It's enough." Taking care not to step on anyone else, I stride over to the clearing. Now how should I do this?

Allow me. __ suddenly takes over before I can react. There is a hiss, and a click as my chest swings open like a door. The zoodles from the square roll out onto the ground unceromoniusly. They still look dazed, and none are moving.

I pretend not to notice the very questionable glances shot at my direction. That was still much more diginfied than coughing them up.

Right, what now? 

Hi! I'll be taking a break from this RP. I have a lot going on. I'll be back, though.

Name: Jibbers

Appearance: nohvn! no have one

Personality(If you have one?): msevs mischievious

Favorite food: BUTTR

Cbers or AE's?(preference): mirms Miriam's

Powers(If you have one, or some): tlprt, nvsbl teleport, invisibility

Anything else I may have missed?: cansp engsh somtm can speak English sometimes xe/xis prnon xe/xis pronouns carry jarof shlls alltm carry jar of shells all time

dbyad! 

hey everyone, I'm going to have to take a break from this RP. I haven't been posting lately, and my life is very busy right now. I'm really sorry, and once things settle down, I'll try to post more :(