Noel, Dreaming

A light blinked its way into existence as the dreaming girl found herself in a bed once again. Instead of the warm, bright yellow sunlight that had accompanied and comforted her in her previous dream, now it was completely white everywhere. The room was empty, and this time, there was no one to be with her.

The girl was too weak and exhausted, unable to even so much as turn her neck to give her surroundings a look.

After moments of craning, she finally managed to lift her neck and take a look at herself. She was clad in a hospital gown of some sort. Had she been injured? She thought to herself as she slowly regained the strength to look around.

No one. Not a soul in sight.

Where were her friends? Her parents? Was no one aware of what she was going through right now? If you could call what the girl was feeling right now something, you'd say that she resigned herself to her fate. Deep down, she had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be seeing them for a very long time.

Noel, Freakalair

Noel awakened next. Still, looking up at the ceiling of the room she was previously sleeping in. The night before, she had no other clothes to change into, having been whisked away from the middle of a mission, so she had settled for sleeping in uniform. Granted, it wasn't too bad, her uniform wasn't the most uncomfortable thing ever.

She got up feeling strangely lightheaded, barely having any strength to look around. Raising her hand to her face to rub her eyes, she felt some kind of paper hit her face instead.

"...?"

Her vision was still a little blurry. It took her a few moments to get rid of that early morning grogginess. When it came to, she saw some kind of paper cut-out with a hand drawn on it.

"...What...?"

A hand clad in the same sleeves as her own uniform.

Noel was close to shock, but not quite panicking yet. That was, however, fixed when she threw the covers off her bed and took a good look at her body.

Her whole body, head to toe, was now paper. She was quite literally two dimensional. Needless to say, now was an appropriate time for panic and shock to kick in.

"WH-WHAAAAAT?!"

Spider-Man - Dreaming

Peter had forgotten to ask Linkara if he had known what Nimue knew of Spider-Man. It was just as well, though, considering that he had grown a bit too tired from the adrenaline crash to bother asking anyway. By the time the group reached the Freakalair, Peter passed out on the nearest piece of furniture.

That's not to say that his sleep was peaceful, though. As the night wore on, Peter began to toss and turn as he slept. Fleeting images and disembodied voices haunted his unconscious mind.

"Sorry, pal! That's your job! I'm through being pushed around — by anyone! From now on, I look out for number one — that means — me!"

"My fault — All my fault! If only I could have stopped him when I could have! But I didn't—"

"The weight — is unbearable! Every muscle — aches — !"

"I saved you, honey . . . Don't you see? I saved you . . ."

"Not anymore, Spider-Man. From now on, I am Peter Parker. I have all of your memories. I know everything you knew. I have your life and everything that comes with it."

After these moments, however, came something much clearer.

Peter was back in the mental world, staring down Otto Octavius, the self-proclaimed "Superior Spider-Man". With every point and counterpoint the two brought, they took swipes at each other.

"Crazy?! Do you have any idea what I've accomplished as Spider-Man? Crime is down in this city because of me! The mayor and the police support me like never before!"

"What about the Avengers, Ock?! Because of you, they're ready to kick me off the team! Nobody trusts me anymore! Not even the man on the street! And why would they? After you beat the hell out of all my enemies! You even killed one of them! That's something I'd never do, Otto! Ever!"

"Of course not. 'Cause you're so busy being a "Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man". The funny guy. Trying so hard to make everyone love you! And what good did it do?! You took it easy on an old-timer like the Vulture, and he got away! And when he came back, he was using young boys as his foot soldiers! Children! And what of Massacre?! You let him live last time, and when he returned, he killed over thirty people, including your friend, Dr. Ashley Kafka! And thanks to your timely interference, I almost failed to operate on an infirm young girl! You tried to get in my way while I was saving her life! Why, Peter?!"

Peter was left broken. Otto had beaten him down, and hard.

"I didn't trust you to—"

"Don't lie to me! I'm in your head! I know! SAY IT!"

"You were about to get the scanner. You'd find me. Know I was here. Couldn't risk . . ."

He remembered every bit of that fight. How Otto had utterly broken Peter. And here he was, reliving it. Feeling every impact, being crushed by the weight of Otto's criticisms, and now, at last, left whimpering and bleeding on the ground, trying desperately to stop Otto from erasing him with extreme prejudice, yet knowing in his heart that he had failed as a hero.

No. Please! Don't show me any more! Just wake up! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!

Spider-Man - The Freakalair

Peter screamed as he awakened, drenched in sweat. Except . . . It didn't seem entirely like sweat. As he raised a hand to his face to wipe it clean, he saw exactly what had changed.

He was thin as a sheet of paper. And when he touched his face, both his face and his costume felt exactly like paper as well. His perspiration had, perplexingly, taken on the same properties, despite otherwise acting as a liquid.

Not long after, he noticed that his costume had somehow been repaired from the damage it had taken in the battle with the Operator the night before. He reached for his mask, and placed it over his face. It wasn't like he really needed to protect his identity after that stunt aboard Comicron-1, but it made him feel a bit more comfortable. And he could use all the comfort he could give himself right now.

edited 30th Dec '13 10:14:01 PM by TrashJack

Yesterday

With not much else to do, Axton yawned. "Welp... I'm headed off to find a bunk. Catch you all sometime later?" He left the question open-ended as he headed off to find a nice bed to sleep in.

Or at least a cot. That was good too.

Within several minutes the Commando managed to find an unoccupied bed. Taking off his helmet, he blinked a few times, before placing it by his bedside. Sliding in and curling up, he quickly found sleep.

The Present

The screaming jolted Axton awake and the first thing he did was rip the Infinity out of his pocket and look around. The Vladof pistol pointed around the room, trying to figure out what it was, but everything seemed... strange. And on second thought, he seemed strange too.

Looking down at himself, Axton discovered he was a cutout of some really flimsy material he couldn't nam-paper! On reflex he reached for his Sabre turret and threw it, and the thing deployed.

One gun. No missile pods.

"...God damn it!" Axton kicked the Sabre, which promptly folded in on itself (this time, literally; it looked less like a thin sheet of paper and more like some weird sort of papercraft thing) before disappearing in shredded bits of itself. Holstering the pistol (which Axton found strange, because as he did so it ceased to be its own object and transferred to him), he felt a bit of dizziness coming on and resolved to not think it through too much.

"...don't think this is Comicron... the hell am I?" The Commando looked around, trying to figure out where he was and why this place looked like it could be destroyed by a dude named Scissors Man.

Admiral Linkara - Comicron-1

When the others made their way unto the Freakastation, Linkara stayed behind on his ship. This was probably going to be the last time he saw it for awhile, and he wasn’t exactly keen on leaving it just yet. Besides, unlike some the others he didn’t do much today besides sit on the bridge of his ship and bark orders, so he wasn’t really tired at all.

Which is why he was sitting at one of the consoles on the bridge, typing into a computer, passing the time.

"...Linkara, what are you doing?"

“Hmm?” Linkara murmured as he looked up. “Oh, I’m just...Looking through the ship’s files, make sure everything’s intact for when you’re sent back...Assuming you are sent back. No offense Nimue, but I’m still not sure if you and the ship are the real thing, or a duplicate created by our hosts. They’re certainly powerful enough to create something sapient or mimicking sapience.”

There was a pregnant pause in the air before the artificial intelligence replied. "While I possess all of my memories from before arriving here, I can not confirm that I am not a fabrication. I am sorry."

Linkara dismissively waved a hand in the air. “Nah, it’s fine Nimue. Even if you aren’t the real thing you did good today. Handled the thing with Spiderman pretty well at least.” he told her, before going back to typing. “If I had to guess, he’s probably from the more recent comics with all that ‘Superior Spiderman’ crap that I’ve been hearing about. Or something like that, obviously it’s nothing I’ve read.”

Linkara chewed his lip as he typed something into the computer. “Of course I kinda wish you didn’t tell him anything, because I’m sure he’s going to come to me tomorrow now, but eh, I can’t fault you that much. I’ll just have to deal with that when I cross that bridge.”

"Apologies. I should have anticipated that putting you in this position would make you uncomfortable."

Linkara waved a hand again. “Again, it’s fine. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to steer him in a better direction in his universe, assuming he’s the same irresponsible Peter Parker I know from the comics. Kinda wish he was pre-One More Day so I could avert that travesty though. You know, saying something like “Hey, dude, if the devil tries to take your marriage in exchange for your aunt’s life, remember that she probably has less than a decade to live anyway because she’s kinda old.” Or something, I don’t know.”

Linkara became silent as he continued typing on the computer, finishing up what he was doing. What he was doing however, was a bit more involved than just checking over the files. He was doing that still, but it was a smokescreen for his true purpose. Deep within the code of the system he was implanting, piece by piece, a message. A very short, and simple message.

Trapped in another universe. Send Help. Linkara.

The message was buried deep enough that you wouldn’t find it under any casual observation. Linksano or anyone else back in his universe would have to dig deep to find it. However Linkara was confident that they would notice the minute anomaly and find it, it was just a matter of time. That was of course, assuming his message got back.

His entire plan revolved around several things. That this was the actual Nimue and Comicron-1, and that their hosts would be sent right back after all of this was over, and that they wouldn’t have Comicron-1 systems just completely wiped, only erasing the logs and such. And even then, if their hosts could read his mind, or were observing his actions close enough to notice that he was hiding bits and pieces of the message within the ship’s code, they’d wipe everything anyway.

But, but, if everything went in his favor, and the message went through, then his friends may be able to rescue him. He had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

Once the last piece of the message was in place, Linkara continued going through files for several more minutes, to hopefully throw any suspicion off of his actions. Once he felt safe, he closed the window with a dejected sigh as he pulled his hands away from the console. He sat silently for several moments in the chair, mulling something over.

“Nimue...Do I still have some comics up here?”

"Affirmative."

A smile slowly spread on Linkara’s face. “I know what I want to do.”

He stood up in his seat and straightened his uniform, before walking up to a non-descript compartment in a corner of the bridge. He opened the compartment, revealing a glass panel reading ‘Break In Case Of Review’. He drew his Dragon Dagger and broke open the panel with a pommel, before pulling a little high-tech looking camera. He pocketed the device, before exiting the bridge with a smile on his face.

He eventually arrived in a room with a shelf lined with comics, with a seat for Linkara to sit on. Linkara browsed the shelves for a moment, before pulling out a single comic and setting it down on the seat. He pulled the camera back out and pressed a button on it, before bringing it to the perfect height to record and letting it go. The camera hovered in place were Linkara’s hand left it, using the same stuff Linkara put into Pollo to float in the air. Linkara pressed a few more buttons on it, starting the recording, before picking up the comic and sitting down.

“Hello and welcome to Atop the Fourth Wall, where bad comics burn. In case you’re wondering where the heck I am, I’m currently recording this from a bizarre dimension where me and several other...people, many I mostly remember being fictional characters, have been captured by the whims of several being that I can only assume have potentially omnipotent powers. So, you know, this is pretty much tuesday.” Linkara spoke to the camera, quickly falling back into the role he loved so much.

“I’m honestly not sure if anyone will ever watch this, I’m mostly doing it to give me something to do, but what the heck, no reason not to record it! Besides, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve said that. Also, you may notice that I have repromoted myself to Admiral for this review. Well, actually our hosts just put me in this when they gave me Comicron-1 for the day, but what the heck, that’s a good enough excuse for me to read a Star Trek comic! And I have a very special one to show you all today...”

2D Linkara - Freakalair

Linkara suddenly awoke with a start, sprawled out on the floor as a scream echoed the room. He sluggishly drew his Magic Gun, crookedly holding it as he pointed it around the room, looking with bleary eyes. He blinked a few times, and, noticing that there wasn’t any danger, before sheathing the pistol and rubbing his eyes, quickly noticing that his glasses had fallen off. He grumbled loudly as he numbly grabbed them from his side.

“Some of us were trying to sleep...You...Know...” Linkara slowly trailed off as he put his glasses back on, his vision clearing as he finally noticed the nature of everyone else in the room. He blinked once, blinked twice, and blinked again before looking down at his hand. It was made out of paper. As was the rest of him.

“...What.” he said flatly, before scrambling to his feet. He quickly looked himself over, finding that his entire body looked like it came out of some bizarre version of Paper Mario. He drew his pistol from his holster, somehow grabbing it out of the flat image, and found that it too, was flat.

“...What.” he repeated, before holstering the pistol, finding it sliding into his own image. He blinked as he looked back down at his hand and flexed it, silent as he tried to figure out what was up with his new body.

“...Okay,” he finally said after a few moments of silence. “This is pretty damn freaky, even for me.”

edited 31st Dec '13 8:54:28 PM by Liirian

Momiji - Bowser's Castle

"No...mmmm...I can't...not another bite...sake?...mmm, yes..."

Slowly, Momiji awoke, and recollections from yesterday started coming back. At the end of the day, she'd decided to bring the Cerberus back where she'd found it and returned to her room. Well, she'd slept here two nights now, she could pretty much call it that. Though it never looked the same.

Momiji looked around, trying to figure out what was today's surprise. It was flat. Everything looked like a stylized painting, with a decidedly two-dimensional feel. The white wolf tengu gave this change a flat stare, and pinched herself. She felt like paper. Slowly, her perspective reoriented itself, positioning herself in this world of flat surfaces on a three-dimensional background.

"A new day, new challenges."

She got down from her bed, feeling her body just shift from being in a sitting position to a standing position without having to go through the motions in-between. Felt weird. Her clothes were strewn on the chair where she'd left them. She approached the chair, picked up the flat skirt and...and suddenly she was fully dressed, with hat and weapons and everything.

Momiji cocked her head, confused. In the spirit of experimentation, she tried removing just her shirt and hanging it on a clothes hanger. Her entire outfit sprung onto the hanger, leaving her just in her underwear again. Her clothes looked like those paper outfits children would cut out and match to drawings of people. She reached for the hanger again, and she was fully dressed again. That was actually kind of convenient.

Her stomach gave her an urgent message that food should be prioritized before further experimentation with paper clothes, so she left her room and headed down the hall. She wondered how she was supposed to eat in this form. Paper food and drink didn't sound very delicious...

edited 1st Jan '14 6:12:17 AM by Lemurian

Scott - Toronto

"Awww, c'mon! Can't ya stay a little bit?"
"Sorry, Scott, but it's an Express delivery. I'll be back before you know it. Seeya!"

The young Canadian man watched in sadness as his girlfriend disappeared through the door with a bright yellow star. As it closed, he let out a loud sigh as he flopped onto the bed. He had just returned home from his work, and he had to do some overtime. It was pretty late when he returned home, and all he wanted to do was to snuggle up under his warm covers with his aforementioned girlfriend, who was currently not there. And so he laid there, in waiting...It's not like he was going to fall asleep without the person he fought so hard to keep, ri-
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Scott - Freakalair(? I guess?)

And thus, a paperized Scott awoke in some kind of Batcave-ish area. His first reaction:

"...Huh. Guess I'm having that Batman dream again. Neat." He tried to sit up, but found himself to be a bit...fragile. Upon further inspection, he noticed he became 2-dimensional. "Ooh, must be some hyper-realistic cartoon Batman dream! Awesome!" Of course, Scott was a bit oblivious that a) it wasn't a dream, b) he was paper, c) it wasn't the Batcave, and d) he was not alone. He was enormously interested in flapping his hand around, though.

Yesterday with Agent G Callen

G decided to grab a phaser pistol before he decided to find a vacant room in order to get some sleep.

Time to get some shut eye around here.

"G, are you alright?!"

G felt dizzy, finding himself on the ground. He saw that a gunshot wound was on his chest, despite wearing a Type III bulletproof vest provided by NCIS.

"Sam?" G coughed blood when he tried to get himself to sit upright on a wall.

"It's me, G." Sam was providing suppressive fire with his M4A1 to assist other NCIS agents in a raid that went south.

"Dammit, how long Sam?"

"Been an hour now. I called for Hettie to get a medivac route for you..."

Whatever Sam said afterwards felt like mumbling on his end as G was drifting into unconsciousness.

Agent Callen at the Frekalair

G woke up and found himself with his usual clothes and his sidearm with him. He went out after he got up from bed and saw that the room to his quarters had opened.

"Nothing different, right?" G murmured before he got a good look at his arms. He noted that he appeared to be based on paper.

"This isn't going to get any better soon."

Rock — The Day Before

Rock listened attentively to Miko's explanation. It must be difficult having such sensitive ears... Mega Man felt lucky that his sense of hearing could be tweaked to the appropriate sensitivity - he couldn't imagine how difficult it would be having to be overwhelmed by everything 24/7.

"Uh... yeah, sure," said Rock, smiling sheepishly. He was honestly surprised she had managed to work out all of that in just a short span of time. "Thank you. We should probably catch some rest, though - who knows what they'll spring on us tomorrow?"

Once they had returned to a position near the Freakastation, Rock had made a beeline for the chamber he had started the day in. He was still aching all over from the exertion of fighting the Operator. Hopefully, though, the group's display of their strength would make him and those other beings think long and hard before attempting to interfere again.

The Robot Master smiled tiredly as the hatch whirred closed, and it did not take long at all before he was soundly asleep.

Rock — Freakalair

Rock's eyes fluttered open. It looked like everything had returned to normal, but there was something... off. He couldn't remember if the roof was supposed to have that unusual ripple effect across its length, or indeed if it was meant to look like it was made out of paper.

Wait... made out of paper? Rock rubbed his eyes hard^note Completely missing the fact that his face rustled and sprang out of bed, badly misjudging how light he was and ending up almost falling on to the floor due to being off balance. It was then that Dr. Light's creation realised that his hands looked awfully flat. Like they too were made out of paper. Jumping to his feet, Rock frowned.

So this is what today's 'gimmick' is? Well, at least it can't get too bad... He then noticed a rather fancy desk had been added to the room: it had an integrated holographic screen of some sort, but due to everything being made out of paper it ended up looking somewhat less impressive^Note! This was something replicated in every living quarters in the Freakalair & Bowser's Castle, adjusted for the available space. Perched off to one side was a bobble headed figure of the Operator, cocky grin plastered across his face. Rock experimentally flicked the head, and internal lights set into the figurine's lines made them glow.

"...Huh. Kinda cool, if a little self-obsessed," murmured Rock. The snowflake chair was now pulled up underneath the futuristic desk. If it wasn't so benign the Robot Master would have honestly found it a little creepy. Slipping out of the room, he went off to see where everyone else was, staring occasionally at the more intrusively paper crafted objects around him.

edited 4th Jan '14 2:38:21 PM by Flanker66

Noel, Freakalair

Noel stood there, just gaping at the sheer freakiness of the scenario she was in now. If things change every day as the others have said about this place, then was this today's exclusive challenge?

Noel tested the waters by walking around a little. It was a little more difficult than it was with a solid flesh body, and the sensation of waving around lightly in the air as she walked was going to be hard to get used to. The petite girl found herself thinking about how her friends would have reacted to seeing her like this. However, she ended up thinking too hard on it, and the implications dawned on her, flushing her two dimensional face a bright pink. As if she needed to be any flatter.

"I...I guess I should meet up with everyone else."

Searching the desk that had adorned her quarters, (and toying around with the bobblehead that appeared on it, which hadn't lost any of its...'ahem'...bobbliness) she found her beret and tried sticking it on her head. It popped onto her head in a blink, and with it, her hair instantly folded up into it was well. No point in adjusting it, since it'll probably stay in place.

Noel then left her quarters, hoping to find out if everyone else was in the same shape as she was. Sure enough, everything else was now a paper cut out, as was Rock, who she bumped into.

"H-Hey Rock."

edited 3rd Jan '14 5:45:12 PM by LatverianBadger

The Next Day, Freakalair

Shampoo was groggy, though she did feel that a Jusenkyo transformation must've occurred, though she was not sure why since she was human and not a cat... until she saw that she had apparently changed into a paper cutout. She seemed... oddly amused, though she did join the others soon after, seeing everything had turned into paper including everyone else. As least this curse will end on the next day.

"This weird even for Nerima," Shampoo muttered to herself, looking at her changed hand. "Is everyone okay?"

edited 3rd Jan '14 9:12:46 PM by GameGuruGG

G Callen at the Frekalair

G went out of his room to see some of the others are in the same condition that he was in.

"At least I know that I'm not the only one who looks kind of weird today."

Altair looked around as the others awoke here and in other rooms, hearing the expected reactions of screams and confusion and just idly waiting for them to die down, standing in his usual stance. "If I had to guess, that same location Linkara brought us to in his ship last night" Altair announced himself by responding to Axton's question. "It seems that the game today is us being made of paper" he added, glancing over at a desk in the center of the room he wasn't entirely sure had been there when he'd first woken up. There was a screen of sorts and a single bobblehead.

"I would suggest we head outside and see if the whole city is like this, then... See how breakfast is going to work" Altair said aloud, taking a few steps towards the desk before stopping. He stood there, not changing stance at all for a few moments, until in one motion he drew his sword and pointed it at the person sitting on the floor a few feet to his side. Said person seemed to be busy investigating and flapping around his own paper hand.

"Who are you?" Altair asked, only then turning his head to Scott.

edited 7th Jan '14 1:57:56 AM by FirockFinion

Momiji - Bowser's Castle Kitchens

In her search for food, Momiji had happened upon a box of food for wolf tengu. At least, there was a picture of a happy dog on the outside and "snacks" in the title, so close enough. But the food inside was a solid mass of paper attached to the flat paper box, so Momiji was forced to experiment further.

Thinking of how her clothes had worked, Momiji tried using the paper food on the more solid kitchen counter, but to no effect. Finally, she managed to get a paper bowl out of one of the cupboards. Combining the paper box of dog wolf snacks with the paper bowl resulted in a paper bowl full of paper food. Reaching out, she tried picking up the bowl...and immediately wolfed it all down.

Somehow, the paper food stopped being in the bowl and ended up in her stomach. It had happened so fast, she wasn't sure how, but she was full and the bowl wasn't, so she deduced she'd eaten it. There was still some food left in the box, however, so she decided to take it with her. Momiji folded it and the bowl up and put it in her pocket. Or somewhere on her person, she wasn't sure if she had pockets any more. She had food, and that was what mattered.

With the most important part of the day settled, Momiji decided to see what else the day had in store. Opening a kitchen window, she flew off into the City.

Freakalair Main Room

Axton had drawn his Carbine as he exited the room, the assault rifle appearing in a flurry of paper doves. It seemed to be a papercraft object - at least the scope still worked. He wasn't really going to question it; at this stage he had decided to stop questioning things.

Leaving his room, he swept the assault rifle around to check for threats in this unknown environment until he stumbled on something that looked suspiciously like a main room.

Lowering the rifle, Axton looked around, before finding Altair and Scott and waving to both of them.

Spider-Man - Freakalair

Peter had heard Linkara's grumbling in response to his screaming. Clearly, he should have tried not to let that nightmare get to him like that. With his mask back on and his sleep now definitively over, Peter had begun to calm down and his paper perspiration had ceased, though this strange transformation still kept him on edge.

"Uh, sorry about that. Things just got really freaky right now, and I just went into full-on panic mode here."

Yeah, that's right. Being turned into the Tenuous Paper-Man is crazy town banana pants. No need to let everyone else go all Freud with my dreams here.

Looking around, Peter could see that the other guests of the Freakalair had all been turned into living paper as well. And that there was someone new with them.

"So does anyone want to tell me why we've all been turned into wood pulp, or is this just one of those things where it's magic and nobody's going to bother to explain it further?"

Agent G Callen and the Frekalair

"I'm going for the latter part of your suggestion there unless someone's got a better explanation for all of us here."

Toyosatomimi no Miko - Freakalair

Upon awakening, the saint immediatelly got up without noticing anything unusual until she went to pick up her cape and noticed it was made of paper.

"Is this some sort of prank?" she thought, looking far from being amused by it.

She then glanced at a mirror near the cape and to her horror she saw that she also was made of paper. She looked at her arms for confirmation and stared at them for a good twenty seconds.

"W-What is this...?!" she said to herself in pure disbelief

She then quickly picked up all of her things: earmuffs, shaku, sword, cape... All of them all turned into paper as well. She quickly goes out of her chamber and meets up with everyone else, quickly noticing they were all paper now as well.

"Can somebody explain just what happened to our bodies and even everything around us?" she asked, regaining her firm composure as she talked.

At first, Scott was a bit too preoccupied wit his new form to notice Altair until a minute had gone by, which probably made for some awkward silence. Of course he finally realized what was happening and stared, cross-eyed, at the sword. "...Oh, cool!" He extended one of his flimsy fingers and tapped the tip of the blade a few times. It as a little odd, two 2-Dimensional object facing different axis of a 3-Dimensional plane. Eventually he does stand up, paper arms crossed over his paper chest (would the arm paper just sorta morph into his torso paper, or be paper-on-paper?).

"Right! Sword-Guy, whoever ya are; what're you doing in MY secret lair, eh?"

While otherwise Scott's statement may have given Altair pause, thinking that they were trespassing in this man's 'secret' lair, Altair knew better, and thus didn't falter.

"Your lair? If this is your lair, then why was it we didn't meet with you last night, when we came here to rest?" Altair asked, staying in the same pose with his sword pointed at Scott. "I will ask you one more time to tell your identity stranger, or we will have nothing more to discuss" he added, tone implying that he had every intention to completely ignore Scott if he didn't answer; which Altair did.

Rock Paper Scissors — Freakalair

"Oh, hi!" Rock tried to ignore the weirdness of everything being simultaneously 2D and... not. "...I have to admit, this is a first. I'm sure we'll get used to it, though!" For a few seconds the Robot Master quietly hoped that their next opponent wouldn't be Cut Man - after all, scissors beat paper.

Hearing some of the chatter coming from nearby, Rock surmised, "Everyone else must have woken up by now. We should probably check up on them."

The City

As Momiji surveyed the area, she would find that the City appeared to be constructed out of a dizzying array of different paper and cardboard items - was that tower block made out of wrapping paper? - and its inhabitants seemed just as flat as she was. Some of the people on the ground happened to catch sight of her, their reactions being as varied as their origins and surroundings. Some reacted with visible disbelief, others with annoyance, a few with awe, and some simply returned to what they were doing.

She might have recognised some landmarks from the day she was pulled in, but in different positions to where they were originally; it wouldn't take much thought on her part to realise that the City was rearranging itself like an oversized rubik's cube. In the far distance was the tower, rendered semi-innocuous by its conversion into paper and encircled by cotton clouds. A cardboard sun shone brightly in the sky.

Axton

Freakalair

Axton looked over to the saint, appraising her as well with his eyes before he spoke. He couldn't help it; Axton was a ladies' man. And sometimes a mens' man, and in the exact same way he was a ladies' man. Bisexuality meant Axton saw everything as hot, and the Dahl Marine loved it (totally biase position due to bisexuality notwithstanding).

"Hell if I know. I'm just gonna have to try and live through this." He kept one eye on the kid and the assassin down farther in the lair, who appeared to be about twenty seconds from starting a fight, and kept the Infinity on speed-dial. Something told the Commando that he was probably going to need it - if nothing else, to keep a fight from breaking out.

Personal experience told him that nothing quite said "shut the fuck up you immature assbrains" like a gunshot to the floor in front of them.

edited 17th Jan '14 7:25:23 PM by SpartyMcFly

Noel - Freakalair

"Y-yeah...let's go do that."

Noel looked down at her two-dimensional body again. It was so weeeeird. It still freaked her out, but at least she wasn't the only one turned into...this.

"Say, Rock? What do you think we'll be doing today if we have bodies like...th-these?"

She uttered that last word with a shudder. You would almost think her body would collapse in on itself right now.

Oswald-End of Day 3

As Day 3 city came to an end, the group in Lankara's ship made their way to a place called the Freakalair. Oswald liked the place, especially the roller coaster in the enterance-what a blast! He'd have to install one back home in his secret lair-or heck, just make a new attraction in general. The fact that Riku hadn't showed up to Linkara's ship when everyone had worried Oswald, but he knew Riku was strong and capable of taking care of himself. Oswald was sure he'd be fine, but he'd still keep a look out for Riku.

Oswald-Start of a New Day

A scream tore through the base, waking Oswald. The dreary rabbit sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes futily. "This screaming every mornin' bit better not become a regular thing," he mumbled grogily to himself.

As he continued rubbing his eyes, Oswald noticed how his hands made a rustling noise when rubbed aginst his eyes. Opening them, he noticed that his hands-and by extension his entire body-was as thin as a piece of paper. "Did a steam roller run over me while I was sleepin' or what?" Oswald muttered to himself. Taking a look around, Oswald noticed that his entered room now looked like it was made of paper and cardboard. "Huh. Looks like today's theme is children's diorama. Neat."

Remembering that someone had screamed, Oswald hopped out of bed, and exited the room. Oswald entered into the hall, where everyone else was already gathered. "Heya, guys. Looks like today's challenge is gonna be a doozy. Hey, who was that screaming?"

edited 19th Jan '14 7:57:42 PM by Dezmo

"Isn't it obvious?" Scott said in reply before breaking into a pose that almost looked like he was flourishing some sort of cape...minus the cape. "I'm BATMAN! Of course, the question that I should be asking you is..." He leaned in towards Altair, jabbing a papery finger into the assassin's equally papery chest. "...What are YOU doing in my lair!?"

edited 19th Jan '14 7:03:48 PM by TruthHurts22

Altair's face remained neutral as Scott responded. 'Batman' sounded like an obvious fake name, but he also recalled one of their companions being referred to as 'Spiderman' or some such, which Altair also figured to be a fake name, but nevertheless decided it wasn't worth even raising an eyebrow over. "I already told you, 'Batman'" Altair started, grabbing Scott's jabbing hand with his free one and forcing it away, "we came here to sleep."

"Now, if you'll excuse me" Altair said, letting go of Scott's hand and stepping away from him, towards the gathered group of his comrades over towards one end of the room. Altair kept his sword drawn, just in case, and called out to the others, "this young man claims this structure belongs to him! Perhaps it is time we left and saw to getting breakfast."