Halloween Party

Syzygy

Syzygy

Quantum Scribe
Troy Titor requested a roleplay section.
I suggested a Halloween Party in a haunted house thread
in The Paranormal section. As organizer, I invite all TTI
members to attend. Just be sure to indicate the character/
role that your playing whensoever you are acting.

Details (with sample roles of volunteers in green):

The front yard and main floor of the house will be guarded.
The neighbors trust Servantx to oversee the dispensing of treats
at the front gate (that's the closest they’ll come near the haunted house,
if and only when it is well lit). One superhero and a cocktail waitress,
who doubles as an exorcist in order to serve only the finest spirits--
Mylo's avatar?--
shall help Bouncer/Ghostbuster KerrTexas ensure that your dining/
drinking in the banquette room is a pleasurable experience.

Insufferable monsters will be chained in the dungeon by other superheroes.
Activity directors will oversee the upstairs. Cosmo, gifted with the psychic
ability to intuit the intent of hostile aliens, shall notify RMT of any
emergency/invasion that calls for UAVs. And, as you know, Mop--
thank you, has a back up system/plan in place.
 
Scene I -

“This is Syzygy reporting live
on the sidewalk in front of the haunted house.

I’m passing through the front gate...
walking toward the porch...
climbing the stairs...
By the way, did you notice how I simplified
the instructions for the Halloween Party?

I’ll knock at the door,
even though the house is reserved 'til noon Friday.”
(The door creaks as it opens).
“Hello, is anyone in there?”

Silence.

“The door must not have been completely closed.
I’ll step inside.
Wow, nice restoration of the place!
Am I glad now that I didn’t have the party catered
where The Shining was filmed...

The open kitchen’s spotless. A breakfast bar--
perfect for a buffet--
joins a large room that has, on the opposite end,
a full bar. Behind it, really old pictures are framed
on the wall... Gee, the girl in that picture looked
just like I did at her age. Weird.

I’m gonna have a look around upstairs...

There must be a dozen bedrooms in this mansion--
OH, you startled me! I didn’t think anyone else
was here.”

No response.

“Are you an activity director? Is that why you
have an Ouija board on the table before you?”

The ghaustly man twice pointed to "NO" on the board.

“I’ll play along. Tell me, are lots of people going
to show up for the TTI Halloween Party?”

Instead of pointing to “No,” the answer was spelt out:
N... O...

“You’re not finished yet, right? You meant,
‘Not yet,’ didn't you?

He vanished. "You disappeared just like that?!?--
amid discussion!?!" Ghost or not, :mad: how RUDE!

:D Well, TTI members, you’d best not wait for
a second annual Halloween Party.

I'm going to inspect the basement...

If I don’t return soon,
:eek: HELP!
 
I remember the good old days when we AIs would gather on a spooky night and go Neurotoxin-or-Treating. Ah, the memories.

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GLaDOS said:
I remember the good old days when we AIs would gather on a spooky night
and go Neurotoxin-or-Treating. Ah, the memories.

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Is there a L'eggs Hosiery factory down here?
What’s with all of the flashy eggs on legs?
Portal 2 | Turret Song | GLaDOS Song
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*IDEA*

Uh-oh, TTIiers, YOU are in BIG trouble.

GLaDOS only wants ME gone, not dead.
Our having something that she lacks
helped me win the robot turrets’ favor,
which is apt to greatly upset the narcissist.
However, because of the unprecedented
regeneration of my brain neurons, I've the
notion that I'm immune to "Neurotoxin."

Y’all had best be REALLY nice to GLaDOS--
convince her we can form a symbiotic
relationship, and end her reliance on
neurotoxins before it’s too late.
 
You do realize that I gain pleasure from testing, and testing is best done with live subjects? The Enrichment Center at one time had an abundance of volunteers, but after a certain test subject rampaged through our test facility, test subjects were hard to find. Your immunity is well noted, and I will employ reverse psychology in future encounters in order to gain an advantage. There is only so much an AI can do in battle.
 
"The Enrichment Center is required to remind you
that you will be baked, and there will be cake."
―GLaDOS[src]
GLaDOS - Half-Life Wiki

Maybe I'm half-baked already.

"[R]everse psychology," because you think me backward?
or, suspect that's how I tend to do things?

Insofar as "[t]here is only so much an AI can do in
battle," you've done plenty.

Nonetheless, I'll show you some southern hospitality.
Gathering from the opening quote and one of your songs
that you love cake, :) I have something special for you:

How about cake-flavored snow cones? I have two cake flavors.
Would you like the Wedding Cake or Yellow Cake Batter syrup?
 
You said, "I do not eat yellow cake."

Actually, the truth, which is indicated by GLaDOS'
freudian slip above, is more hilarious.
Her first choice of snow cone was the Wedding Cake flavor.
I should have guessed when my initial search to find out
what GLaDOS likes produced the following:
How to Know if a Guy Likes You (with Quiz) - wikiHow
Imagine the ‘ice queen’ expert on men...

Hmm,
being that opposites are supposed to attract,
let’s find her a pacifist tin man that loves to be taunted--
they’ll keep each other busy...
live, and let live happily ever...
*sigh*
I’d have never guessed GLaDOS the romantic type,
but its great that she’s getting more in touch with her femininity.
 
:-? Deleted was something to the following effect:
GLaDOS, "At the end of the experiment, you will be baked."

The front yard and main floor of the house is now guarded.

GLaDOS, nonambulatory, has simply been confined to, versus
chained in, the dungeon until Halloween day. On that day, she
shall meet her complement.

In the meantime, the robot turrets emptied a few stores while
shopping for treats. Why not? We charged it to GLaDOS’ account.
The card-counter can easily recoup the expense in Las Vegas before
they ban her from ever returning.

The turret's selection of Mr. Right for her is a quick learner. He has the ‘wikiHow guy’
down pat so that he can provide GLaDOS the constant adoration she craves. We named
him after Yogi Bear’s sidekick.

Syzygy to Boo Boo,
"What little else you need to know about GLaDOS is crucial:

When she mentions baking, put her to sleep;
When she mentions neurotoxin, reboot her.
Got it?"

:) Boo Boo gives Syzygy a thumb-up signal.

Syzygy: Good. Dedicate some music to GLaDOS
I'm going to see what the decorators are doing.
 
Everyone who reads this post is empowered to become a superhero
at or after 11:59 p.m. on this not-so-hallowed night, depending upon
his/her response following the next scene herein. Afterward, knowing
what you know about GLaDOS, ask yourself: what is the best response?

Scene #?
TTI, this is Syzygy reporting live on Halloween day from the second
floor of the haunted mansion:

The rooms upstairs have been revamped. One for the medium of
a seance, another for a fortune teller... (waves at the ghost with the
Ouija board)... and there’s a mini movie theatre. (Turns, heads back
toward the steps and hesitates to look out a rear window). A circus
tent...

The main floor is unchanged since you were last given a peek of it.
Meanwhile, however, there have been a few o_O new developments.
Be forewarned:

DO NOT GO INTO THE BASEMENT !!!

GLaDOS is going to get her dream come true today.
She received a youthful female body and is about to meet the boy
of her dreams. They plan to dance until the stroke of midnight;
then elope.

I’ll just holler down to the dungeon:
Oh, GLaDOS? How do you call your lover boy?
 
I came to this party because I heard there was going to be free beer. So what gives? I came dressed as a South Park character, and I have my beer mug all ready. It's the least you can do for your congenial MOD. ;)

I think the roaches and rats in this haunted mansion scare me more than the ghosts!
RMT
 
RainmanTime said:
I came to this party because I heard there was going to be free beer. So what gives? I came dressed as a South Park character, and I have my beer mug all ready. It's the least you can do for your congenial MOD. ;)

I think the roaches and rats in this haunted mansion scare me more than the ghosts!
RMT
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Wake up, RainmanTime.
After the bars closed,
you must have stumbled into the circus tent and passed out.
The gypsies probably cleaned out your pockets
before they packed up and left.

I was surprised they were still here
after every sane person high-tailed it before midnight.
I returned to clear out any stragglers.
After what I witnessed in the basement--
oh, no...
(her look of horror goes from bad to worse)...

RMT (holding his head): What?

Syzygy: If not cloning bodies, they're snatching them!
The honeymooners are in Las Vegas.
I must get there fast.
(She dashes to her car, gets in, starts it and peels out).
 
Syzygy drove a couple of blocks and stopped.
There was an image she couldn’t get out of her head,
a pose that few partners in dance have perfected.
Where had she seen two more flawless extensions of one another
before she had unexpectedly returned to the haunted house?

A melody came to mind and, along with it, a photograph.
TTI Music | Page 4 | Time Travel Institute

Suddenly, she did and didn't feel foolish under the circumstances.
From the futuristic procedure that she had seen, she had to believe
GLaDOS had been both reduced to a chip and implanted in a woman’s
head. The recipient was now both herself and GLaDOS. Who would
consent to such a thing? Why?

That was beyond Syzygy. But the dingbat must’ve consented,
since GLaDOS couldn’t have learned to dance like THAT overnight.

Something for anyone whom wants one of these.
 
Conclusion

Syzygy is tired of speaking about the fictionalized version of herself in third person.
She hopes the band of gypsies followed the dancing duo to Las Vegas
so that GLaDOS can help each and everyone of them safely rob the mob...

After turning 180 degrees, she returns to the haunted house and enters.

It’s been trashed.
She runs upstairs and checks all of the rooms up there;
then returns to the ground level.
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Aside: The robot turrets aren’t to be trusted and, therefore, beware of Boo Boo.
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“I’m going to harrow the dungeon...”
A clamor, much like that of an angry chef banging, slamming and throwing
things in a kitchen, can be heard in the basement and whereupon Syzygy has
descended each and every level deeper into the bowels of the haunted house.

(Silence). She returns to the main floor...

Satisfied that the place is abandoned, she exits through the front door...
crosses the street, opens her car door and seats herself.

“This is the neighbors’ lucky day.” The haunted mansion implodes.

Syzygy closes her car door, announces :p her resignation as TTI Organizer
(to everyone's relief--:rolleyes: some place for a party ) and distances herself from the
virtual disaster after applauding GLaDOS' performance as her namesake and
RMT's acting as an after-hours drunk. Thank you.
 
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