Ah, the disadvantages of scrapped Anasigma test models… I sincerely hope Dr. Lee didn’t install a local processing module (LPU) in this particular unit. It would be a shame for Tip’s consciousness to short-circuit into the drone…
Tip senses a disturbance in the Force! And I myself sense a couple of superhero origins coming right up. I wonder how long it will be before Goose Girl and Panoptica have a couple of new comrades in arms? ^_~
Most of us seem to agree the blindness plague is limited in its ability to affect those for which the utterly bizarre is just the norm. Given that the Irradiation Department work seems to be pretty much creating mutant atomic monsters and writing up the results, anomalous life forms are routine, if not occasionally downright tedious.
“Oh boy, another giant mutant insect. I am so excited. Yay.”
“I think you need a coffee break.”
I was thinking of a reaction more along the lines of:
“Oh, poop… another giant mutant insect? F@$% it. I’m going to lunch.”
“It’s only ten o’clock.”
“So it’ll be a long lunch. You coming?”
“Sure, why not.”
Technically, all that’s been proven so far is that they’re still irradiating things. It’s entirely possible that reality blindness would make them less likely to question why they’re doing so.
Back in the late Seventies they found a clerical worker whose job entailed reporting on a committee which disbanded shortly after he was hired… in the Fifties. Only reason he got nailed was mandatory retirement- they checked to see if a replacement had to be hired. Kinda hope he got away with it, in a way- no followup I ever saw… Chris and Marcie might still be getting paid…
I’m pretty sure Marcie and Chris were re-hired, on the condition that they had to supply their own irradiator. If I recall correctly, they managed to retrieve the one from the old SH building, so Sweetheart gave them jobs at the new HQ.
The macaw lady is my absolute favorite character. I hope the date goes well so she drags Sweetheart to a dying palm tree and tries to woo her into hollowing out a woodpecker cavity into a proper nest hole. Cuz, you know, courtship.
I predict doom. Or the lobster turns into a gargan, *then* doom…
Because if something is repeated enough it becomes true.
Ah, the disadvantages of scrapped Anasigma test models… I sincerely hope Dr. Lee didn’t install a local processing module (LPU) in this particular unit. It would be a shame for Tip’s consciousness to short-circuit into the drone…
Oh, that’s right! I’d forgotten Niue ordered lobster! I must confess I am now clueless! (admittedly so)
Tip senses a disturbance in the Force! And I myself sense a couple of superhero origins coming right up. I wonder how long it will be before Goose Girl and Panoptica have a couple of new comrades in arms? ^_~
Well, note that the named parties in this scene are all “specials” already. It’s not clear that radioactivity would do much for them.
I haven’t seen those two in awhile, glad they didn’t get hit by reality blindness.
Most of us seem to agree the blindness plague is limited in its ability to affect those for which the utterly bizarre is just the norm. Given that the Irradiation Department work seems to be pretty much creating mutant atomic monsters and writing up the results, anomalous life forms are routine, if not occasionally downright tedious.
“Oh boy, another giant mutant insect. I am so excited. Yay.”
“I think you need a coffee break.”
I was thinking of a reaction more along the lines of:
“Oh, poop… another giant mutant insect? F@$% it. I’m going to lunch.”
“It’s only ten o’clock.”
“So it’ll be a long lunch. You coming?”
“Sure, why not.”
I’d read your fanfic.
Technically, all that’s been proven so far is that they’re still irradiating things. It’s entirely possible that reality blindness would make them less likely to question why they’re doing so.
I’d think that would rather quickly lead to them being eaten by mutant monstrosities they mistake for costumed party-goers.
Let’s see, she’s already part macaw… so she’ll become a parrot… with pincers?
Hat-wearers beware
I used to belong to a band called Radioactive Squid. We played Norteño music.
Wait….. Cafeteria kitchens? Where exactly are they dining?
Within Skin Horse HQ
The Maragda Building cafeteria is pretty posh…
Still radiating…and, reportedly, reality-blind, too. And after all Chris and Marcie have *already* put us through…
Waiter, what is the radioactive fly doing in my radioactive soup?
The radioactive backstroke?
Suddenly, reality blindness is not such a bad world to live in. I’ll have the lobster and calamari sushi, please.
Less of a Voltron and more of a really, really small Jaeger…
Not if Niue reacts so badly around hats
I think the repetition is actually Sweetheart taking over and agreeing.
Speaking of innate instincts, his “catastrophe is in the wind” instinct is tugging hard on the collar of his sailor suit.
… making the stripe change color…
they’re still irradiating stuff just because, aren’t they?
Well, think about it. If you could, wouldn’t you? If only to see if something explodes (either the creature being irradiated or items surrounding it).
You mean they’re no longer actually employed, they’re just coming in to do unpaid irradiating?
Back in the late Seventies they found a clerical worker whose job entailed reporting on a committee which disbanded shortly after he was hired… in the Fifties. Only reason he got nailed was mandatory retirement- they checked to see if a replacement had to be hired. Kinda hope he got away with it, in a way- no followup I ever saw… Chris and Marcie might still be getting paid…
Wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to tell people only to be told to get back to work. ^o^
Where was this? I must know more.
I’m pretty sure Marcie and Chris were re-hired, on the condition that they had to supply their own irradiator. If I recall correctly, they managed to retrieve the one from the old SH building, so Sweetheart gave them jobs at the new HQ.
The macaw lady is my absolute favorite character. I hope the date goes well so she drags Sweetheart to a dying palm tree and tries to woo her into hollowing out a woodpecker cavity into a proper nest hole. Cuz, you know, courtship.