melodiesofeternity | Event || Custom Fit

Event || Custom Fit

Who: All
When: September 10th to September 30th
Where: Curti Center and mines around the world
What: Characters assist Ganeshan in developing Custom Jobs.
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post

A. The Lab

As much as Ganeshan requires supplies to create Custom Jobs, he need help at home base. With the large number of potential applicants, outworlders and Curti Center employees are invited to help out in the lab, not only with testing transfer of Jobs to crystals, but in developing the abilities and running safety tests.

Easier said than done when all of these cats aren't roaming throughout the center and claiming everything to be their sitting spot. The interns are trying their best to catherd to little avail.

B. Job Development

The break room contains formal submission papers and pamphlets describing the steps required to develop a Custom Job. Senior employees are available to help characters workshop the abilities, but they mostly want to remain in the break rooms to avoid Ganeshan's constant Job mania. His booming voice is muffled through the doors, interspersed with allergic sneezing.

A room has been prepared for those to practice using their basic job abilities, primarily in making sure they're stable yet not too weak. There is a chance that an improper ability extraction can go wrong and hurt the user, so Ganeshan has group of White Mages are on standby in case things go south.

For those that would rather have all the fun without the work, there is the Ability Simulation and Modeling Room, where characters can design their abilities on the computer and see them play out on the screen before them. There's no limit here, and since Jessie is too busy to keep an eye on everyone, the outfits and visual effects have the potential to get...very, very silly.

C. Heigh-Ho

It's off to work you go. Those crystals won't mine themselves, and anyone strong enough must enter the mine in search of the necessary material. It's tedious, difficult work, and some of these are embedded so deeply in the rock that they might be more trouble than they're worth. Not to mention those gross bugs might not like their homes to be disturbed.

There's also the fact that monsters have a tendency to wander inside and attack, so they'll need some reliable body guards.

There should be more crystals deeper inside, but someone else will have to scout the area...

D. Explore the Dungeon

Which is where this team comes in. All the good stuff is deep in this mine, and reliable navigators are necessary to map out the tunnels without getting lost. There's also the fact that the previous owners of a time long ago didn't want opportunists to take their precious resources and outfitted the rooms with puzzles.

Door Locks are puzzles. Pressure plates activate traps. It's the ultimate test of critical thinking. Some of these don't make sense if you think for too long. Why did they go through all the trouble to program time-based puzzles with falling blocks and symbols? The Pupu are strange. At least the bats here are easy to fight, and the mine cart rides are fun.

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[A]

"OK but tell me this isn't honestly the best idea i've ever had." Beastboy was grinning from ear to ear as he maneuvered his way through the lab with a stack of boxes.

"It is a very good idea BB. Even I can't sass you if it works."

With all the cats milling about the lab Beastboy saw an opportunity to keep them entertained so the others could get the nerdy science junk taken care of. It took a little bit of time to set them up but soon an entire corner of the lab was full of empty cardboard boxes with their tops open.

Sure enough cats began to wind their way over, hopping in one box, then another, occasionally sharing a box or fighting over one.

"This is...actually starting to work Beastboy! Good job!" Melody declared before looking around confused. Her partner had vanished.

"Beastboy? Beastboy where did you...oh..."

Inside one of the boxes the green teen was curled up already looking half asleep and mellow a dopey smirk on his features.

"No wonder these guys love boxes. This is totally chill dude."

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[B]

A simulation room was frankly too good to pass up.

"Alright now we're talking! OK guys I am now taking requests! Favorite animal! Name it and then stand back so you can see what sort of a power house I used to be back home!"

Of course after showing off his shape shifting prowess he was more then happy to plug in some of his friends super powers to simulate what his team was made up of.

"Of course you had my shapeshifting specialty, but I wouldn't be the hero I am without Robin! A kick butt kung fu master! Or Starfire the Alien Princess with super strength and super starbolts! My main man Cyborg was the high tech master and of course Raven who...well she did all kinds of dark magic voodo stuff. I actually got to try her powers out for a day once. It was kind of...intense."

He shudders at the memory but then brightens up to show off in the simulation some more.

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[D]

"Alright this is what I signed up for! Lemme at that dungeon yo! We're gonna get all the loot!"

Beastboy was in his bard gear and ready to go, experimentally strumming his bass with the little claws he wore on his fingertips when he was a Catmancer to act as guitar picks.

"Easy there rockstar. We gotta party up with someone. I don't trust you down there on your own even if you are a little stronger then when you first got here."

"Fine fine. Eenie Meenie, Miney, YOU! Hey dude! Let's party up and tackle this dungeon together what do you say?"

Look out! A pointy eared green bard is jogging over to try and tag along with you in the dungeon. ~~If you hurry you might be able to ditch him.~~

A mix of karma and the rule of funny dictated that Zelgadis Graywords would be one of the people chosen, by the simple virtue that every boisterous person needs someone who can play straight man. Still, Zelgadis had to look behind him to confirm that this person meant him.

"Do you mean me?"

"Yeah sure! Why not dude? That's why you're here right? You wanna go dungeon hunting? Well I'm down so let's go dude! We can party up and that'll make it more fun right?"

Melody groaned and fluttered over grabbing at his ear and tugging it.

"Don't mind him sir. He's clearly out of his mind."

"No way! Everyone knows when you go into a dungeon safety is in numbers!"

"What about walking into a place where there are probably traps and monsters says 'fun' to you?"

But the 'safety in numbers' thing is a point, and Zelgadis knows he's not got the magical power and physical toughness that means he can go it alone.

"Okay, what asterisks do you have?"

"Uh...the fact that we're gonna defeat them, solve the traps and come out with loot dude! How is that not fun?"

At least Melody looked like she agreed with Zelgadis. She rolled her eyes answering for Beastboy.

"He's a bard mostly."

"But I took up Catmancery...catmancing? I can fight like a cat." He displayed some metal claws at the tips of his fingers and he wiggled them.

"Check these out~ I just got em. They work great for slashing and stuff but I can also play guitar with them if I'm careful."

"He's sliced through like fifteen strings so far." Melody teased.

Coming into the room from an adjacent hall, Orcelito pauses at the sight of the boxes… and gives the sigh of someone seeing a monotonous sight for the twenty-third time today. Having recently returned from navigating puzzle rooms in the mines, another space filled with cube shapes is a bit much. (At least these aren't trap-laden.)

With a polite nod to the Moogle in the room - don't mind him he's just collecting some documents - he steps in quietly to avoid disturbing the feline residents.

And then a brown tabby in a box decides his shoulder is a superior perch and springs out to latch onto his arm. Being on high alert from dungeoneering is not in his favor. "AHH!"

The Moogle started laughing at his reaction while Beastboy sat up startled by the sound.

"Are we under attack? To arms felines!" He declared lunging awkwardly and being unable to pop out of the box he'd been resting in. With a crash he sent boxes flying and left him face down, box in the air looking like a turtle.

"Oh, uh...sup dude. Looks like you made a friend!"

Following that yelp is putting his back to the wall with a hand on the grimoire at his side. He would have it open to a spell by now if not for the feline hanging on his sleeve, tail in a bristle brush just as scared as him at the cardboard-fortress collapse.

Regaining his breath, he’s prepared to yell at the cat, but looking down into those dilated green eyes and pinned back ears, he catches himself. The equally-green Catmancer on the other hand….

“Be careful!” Orcelito snaps. “You can’t play around here!” His face is flushed – with embarrassment or anger (or both). It seems he wants to say something else, but is distracted with a wince and switches attention to holding onto his ‘new friend,’ supporting her so her claws will sooner rather than later stop digging through his robes.

"Hey now wait a minute who's playing? We were just having a nice nap and you come crashing through here? Can't you see a state of the art cat management system at work?" Beastboy wiggled and squirmed back inside the box before popping out of it and standing up now wearing it like a cardboard skirt.

"Anyway, what else am I supposed to do to help? This science is way over my head. What are you doing to help?"

Once the cat is secured on his shoulder and his arm spared further clawing, Orcelito returns attention to the once-cardboard-turtle-now-boy-in-cardboard-tutu. The accusation earns a steady but unrelenting look; another day he might give a retort, but dungeoneering was a drain, and one must be selective about what is worth fighting over.

"This science is over my head, too.” He admits a little grudgingly. It's frustrating to not understand half of what's happening. “But most of us only discovered Asterisks this summer. That’s why I was with the mining team." He reaches up to gently remove his passenger from her perch. But even holding her up, her legs remain outstretched with claws firmly entrenched in his coat.

Wait, a Cat Management System? Orcelito casts a glance to the other slit-eyed occupants reentering the toppled fort. “I’d wondered where they disappeared to. Did you set this up yourself?” It sounds less like an accusation now, at least.

Beastboy had considered helping out in the mine but that also sounded like a lot of backbreaking labor which he wasn't particularly a fan of.

This was more fun.

"You bet I did! See I know a thing or two about cats. I've been several breeds of them and one thing they can't resist is a good box! Or in this case like twenty."

If asked, Orcelito would report that from his perspective it was less backbreaking labor and more 'you have twenty seconds to solve this puzzle or we all die.' So, the usual.

It was a good idea, and he can observe the collapsed fortress (which is still tantalizing, perhaps more so in its’ upended state) with new appreciation. Orcelito almost misses the peculiar word choice. Been? Not had? His brow furrows a moment as he tries to solve this. “Been… do you mean in Catmancer training?”

Speaking of Catmancers, this Tactician could use one now. "If you know about cats, could you help...?" He adjusts his frown to an awkward smile in soliciting help, referring to the brown tabby who has claimed his shoulder and still refuses to be parted from him.

"Pfft, they wish dude. Back home I used to be able to transform into any animal I wanted. Around here I'm just stuck with my regular body. Not that it isn't totally handsome."

He wiggled his ears and grinned before having his attention brought to the situation at hand...or shoulder as it were.

"I mean yeah sure. What do you need help with? Names? Finding out what kind of food he likes? Because I don't have a lot of money but I'm willing to taste test."

It sounds like something from a fairytale. (What here doesn’t?) Orcelito blinks, regarding him with a curious stare. “Was that... an ability common to your people? Or a kind of magic?” He’s prepared to be skeptical, but that last offer freezes his doubts and renders him speechless for a moment.

“I…” Orcelito finally regains himself with a sigh of dismay. "I don't want a cat. I mean, I don't have time to care for one. And it might already belong to someone here." While some of the scholars back home found a companionable feline aided their research, Orcelito was not one of them.

However, being distracted has weakened his hold, and his shoulder companion now slithers out of his grasp… to his other shoulder.

"Ah no and no." He grinned looking a little smug at the response he was getting. It wasn't as much fun as being able to actually show off his power but this would do for now.

"I'm just a normal human like you right? Except I got bit by this green monkey and my parents had to save me from the disease it gave me. So they used cool science stuff to mutate me and save my life! And as an added bonus I got super cool powers and I'm this handsome shade of green."

However when Orcelito explained his problem Beastboy looked thoughtful and nodded "Yeah OK. That's responsible. Lemme see if I can get him to come to me." He approached slowly making soft noises "Heeeere Kitty Kitty. Here dude~" Holding his hands out for the cat to sniff.

Beastboy’s audience goes through a curious series of reactions, eyes wide at first (attacks by mutated animals were not uncommon on his world) then a narrowed gaze (‘cool science’ is not how Orcelito categorizes that level of experimentation). Finally, in response to the upbeat attitude through it all, he manages a subdued smile. "You’re very fortunate to have lived. Your parents must be skilled alchemists."

And then his attention returns to the whiskers tickling his cheek. His passenger squints at the offered hand and leans forward to give it a curious sniff. It’s enough for the Catmancer charm to kick in, and she braces her hind legs to leap to Beastboy!

"H-heh, yeah they were. Something like that at least." He rubs his arm feeling the familiar pang whenever he thinks about his parents. It was a life so long ago he can hardly remember it anymore.

"There's a good kitty! Yeah see you're not here to cause trouble. Just for some cuddles." Beastboy grinned brightly rewarding the cat with scratches behind it's ear and along it's spine.

"I'm sure someone in this lab has a little extra space."

Were? As in they moved into another field or... met the fate that befalls many alchemists in the end? The topic is delicate for him as well, so he returns to current matters by giving his almost-house-cat a farewell rub on the head, smiling at the relaxed, half-closed eyes.

"It would be good if they all found homes. They can't stay in the labs, after all."

Anyway, wasn't he here for something before the ~~catastrophe~~ incident? Right, papers! Orcelito gathers some folders on a nearby desk to take with him. Before he leaves, he gives Beastboy an acknowledging nod.

"Thank you for occupying them. I trust you'll be able to sniff out a suitable home for any that needs one."

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