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torchpo · 3 months ago
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I present to you a clip of Ice Station Impossible, where everyone speaks a different language, I know I did a bad job with some of the splicing, but I've already used so much of my time on this lol In order of appearance here's what everyone's speaking
Sally: Italian
Professor Impossible: Portuguese
Brock: Latin-American Spanish
Billy: French
Pete: German
Dean: English
I just thought it was funny... anyways enjoy!
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milk-is-stable · 1 month ago
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The Shoot From the Hip Hunger Games: Day 3
Masterpost (<-START HERE! the posts are best read in order)
Content Warning: descriptions of violence, blood/injury, suicide ideation, major character death
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It is the third day of the Hunger Games, and as the Capitol TV logo flickers to life on the screen, a low, menacing growl sounds through the speakers. The logo fades away to reveal a large, wolf-like animal prowling through the woods. But it is no ordinary wolf; it is a muttation, genetically engineered by the Capitol game masters to add extra excitement to the arena.
The mutt stops at a stream, and as it drinks its fill, the camera zooms out to reveal Jasper heading towards the spot with an empty canteen in his hands. He stops short when he sees the animal, and ducks quickly behind a tree. Peering around the trunk, he watches until the creature leaves, then he hurries back to the camp where he and his team have spent the night.
"I didn't sign up to play nursemaid," Caesar is saying to Julian, but Jasper cuts him off as he approaches.
"There's a mutt down by the stream," he says.
"A mutt?" Julian repeats, his eyes widening, and Caesar curses.
"That's all we need right now. That settles it. I'm not hanging around near that thing, and he can't move."
He gestures to where Chip is lying on the ground, his jacket draped over his body like a makeshift blanket. His face is flushed with fever, and he doesn't react as the others talk.
"His fever isn't as bad as it was a few hours ago!" Julian protests. "I think he's getting better-"
"In case you haven't noticed, this is the Hunger Games!" Caesar snaps. "He's probably gonna die anyway, just like all of us are unless we're willing to do what needs to be done! As far as I'm concerned, we should just put him out of his misery and move on."
He draws his knife and Julian takes a step back, but Jasper reaches out and grabs Caesar's arm.
"The scent of blood might draw that thing closer before we're able to get away."
"You're not suggesting we try to take him with us," Caesar scoffs, and Jasper glances at Julian as he responds.
"No, but I'm saying don't kill him here. Let's just leave, and fate can decide what happens."
Caesar rolls his eyes, but he does sheath the knife.
"Fine. But let's pack up and go now. I don't want that mutt catching us in the middle of breakfast."
The three begin gathering up their supplies, and as they do, Jasper carefully makes sure that there's enough food and water in Julian's pack. When the camp is broken down, Caesar heads off into the woods without a second look back at Chip. Julian hesitates, and Jasper leans closer, speaking in a low voice.
"You can stick with Chip or you can go off on your own, it's your choice. But I don't think you should stay with Caesar. He's not safe to be around."
"But you're staying with him," Julian points out, and Jasper gives him a half-hearted smile.
"He respects me...for now. I'll figure something out for when that changes. Listen, I'm letting you go this once, but...half the tributes are gone. I can't promise that I'll do the same next time we meet, alright?"
Julian nods.
"Good luck out there," he says, and Jasper takes his hand, in a quick, firm grasp before letting it go.
"Same to you."
He turns and follows Caesar into the forest, leaving Julian looking down at Chip's shivering form, a thoughtful expression on his face.
The camera cuts to show the mutt, once again moving through the woods. It pauses, sniffing the air, then it moves forward more quickly, a growl rumbling at the back of its throat. The camera follows along the path its walking, then moves forward, zipping past the beast and following its trajectory until it reaches another campsite.
Sally and Alexa are kicking sand over their campfire, extinguishing it for the morning.
"What are we going to do today?" Alexa asks as Sally begins taking stock of their supplies.
"Well, we're okay on food for right now," she says. "Thought it's probably a good idea to gather more anyway. We want to avoid the larger groups of tributes if we can, it wouldn't be safe...to..."
She trails off, her eyes fixed on something in the distance, and Alexa tilts her head.
"Wouldn't be safe to what?" she asks, and Sally sucks a breath in.
She drops to one knee so she's at Alexa's height and grabs her by the shoulders.
"Alexa, listen very carefully," she says. "I need you to take our supplies, and I need you to start heading north, and I need you to move as quickly as you can, but also as quietly as you can. Can you do that? Can you be quick and quiet?"
Alexa nods, though confusion is written plainly on her face.
"I can, yes. I am very light on my feet, Madame Romanoff even said so."
"Good. Then I need you to go, now, and no matter what you hear, don't stop and don't come back, alright?"
"Why not?" Alexa asks, but Sally just shakes her head.
"There's no time. Go now, and remember what I told you."
"Not to look back?"
Sally smiles sadly, and she takes Alexa's hands in hers and squeezes them.
"To keep fighting, as hard as you can for as long as you can."
Alexa nods, her little face solemn.
"I will."
"Good. Now go, hurry!"
Alexa turns, quietly hurrying away, and Sally straightens. Swallowing, she turns and faces the mutt as it comes into view. The two regard each other for a moment, Sally taking a deep breath and the hackles on the creature's back rising, then Sally lets out a defiant cry and runs into the trees, deliberately leading the mutt away from Alexa.  
The creature bounds after her, and the camera follows the pair, predator and prey, as they sprint through the woods. Sally tries her best, zigging and zagging where she can to try and put some distance between her and her pursuer, but she's no match for the Capitol's engineering. It isn't long before the mutt slams into her, sending her crashing to the forest floor. The camera pulls back, flying up above the treetops as her screams echo through the arena.
The cannon fires, and the camera cuts back to Caesar and Jasper walking through the woods.
"Let's cross here," Jasper says, pointing to a shallow spot in the stream. "That will help us mask our scent."
"We should set up a new camp as soon as we've put enough distance between us," Caesar says as they splash their way across the water. "I want to scout around for signs of the other tributes, but I don't want to lug all this gear while we do it."
The pair begins setting up a campsite, and as they work the camera zooms out, revealing a third figure crouching in the bushes nearby: Benjamin. He watches silently as the two dig a new fire pit and stow their extra supplies under piles of dead leaves.
"That should do for now. I say we follow the stream further east and see whether there are any encampments nearby. We're likely to find people near a water source," says Caesar.
"I was thinking we should head north, actually," Jasper says, pointing. "There are some tall firs over that way that could serve as a good vantage point."
Caesar makes a face.
"I'm no good at climbing trees. I think we should follow the stream."
"Well, why don't we just do both then?" Jasper says. "You follow the stream, I'll head north, we'll report back at the end of the day."  
"Fine, if that's what you want," says Caesar, and after a few more minutes of preparation, the two head off in their respective directions.
The camera zooms in on Benjamin hiding in his bush. He waits until the sound of both Caesar and Jasper's footsteps have faded, then he darts out from his hiding spot and begins digging through their supply packs. He has just pulled out a utility knife and a length of rope when his head snaps up at the sound of footsteps coming closer. He jumps to his feet, his eyes blown wide with panic, and sprints into the trees as quickly as he can.
The camera does not follow him, but rather stays on the campsite as the source of the footsteps draws closer.
"Did you see who that was?" Michael asks, and Inga shakes her head.
"They bolted before I could get a good look at them."
"Was this their campsite, do you think?" asks Johnny.  
"No...I think this is another one of Caesar's. See?" Michael says, pulling a sleeping bag from beneath the leaves. "This is what Pinocchio stole from them the other day. They must have gotten it back after they attacked us."
"In that case, let's help ourselves," Inga says.
The three spend a few minutes digging through the supplies, and Michael lets out a low whistle, pulling out a small shovel with a collapsible handle.
"Now this is a treasure," he says. "Sally was right, Caesar is definitely no survival expert, or he wouldn't have let this out of his sight."
"How come you know so much about survival, anyway?" Inga asks. "I know about plants and things from working in my father's shop, but lumber forests aren’t like real ones. They're just trees. But even though you don’t know as many plants as I do, you make decisions quickly, you don't mind sleeping rough, and you're not grumpy on an empty stomach. Not everyone would be able to handle this as well as you have. Hugh wouldn't, that's for sure."
"I thought you liked Hugh?" Johnny asks, and Inga sighs.
"I do. I just...look, we decided before we even got to the arena to try and stay away from one another. And I have a feeling he's not handling things the best."
A pop up view of Hugh appears in the bottom right corner of the screen. He is still hidden away in his berry patch, and he is tossing and turning on his makeshift bed of leaves, his eyes screwed shut and his face pinched.
The view disappears, and the camera focuses on Michael as he stows the shovel on his belt. He hesitates for a moment, then looks up at Inga and Johnny solemnly.
"Did either of you hear about...the outbreak? In District 7?"
Johnny shakes his head, but Inga looks thoughtful.
"I think so...something about a virus, right? I remember there being a lumber shortage and a planned upgrade to the town hall not happening because of it."
"Did you get sick?" Johnny asks, and Michael laughs, a hollow, empty sound.
"No...no, it wasn't that kind of virus. If you caught it, you didn't survive. It...it did something to people. Turned them into mindless monsters. There were rumors that it was a Capitol experiment gone wrong, some kind of attempt to make enhanced soldiers. All of District 7 was completely overrun. Those of us who survived the initial carnage, we had to flee into the lumber forests and try to survive. My dad and I, we spent months out there."
"Just the two of you?" Johnny asks, and Michael nods.
"Yeah...my Auntie Julep came with us, but she...well, she got the virus."
Michael sniffs, and shakes himself.
"The Capitol eventually sent soldiers to take all the infected out and get the lumber production back on track, and we found my mom again when we got back to civilization, so. It could have been worse."
"Still, it's amazing that you survived that," Inga says.
"Anyway, I'd have killed to have a shovel like this then," Michael says, patting the tool at his hip. "My dad and I, we dug these trenches and filled with sticks whittled to a sharp point. The infected would fall right into them. It was a great way to make sure we wouldn't get attacked at night while we were sleeping. But we dug them with our sticks, rocks, and our hands. We could do the same here and with this it'd only take a fraction of the time."
"Let's do that around our camp then," Johnny says. "I like the idea of no one being able to sneak up on us."
As the three continue to make plans, the screen splits into a multicam view, giving an update on multiple tributes at once. Caesar is hiking along the stream, and finds that it disappears into a cave entrance. After a quick glance around, he follows the water into the dark and disappears. Robin has left the forest behind and is tucked away at the bottom of a ravine. He wraps his arms around himself and leans back against a rock, looking up at the sky.
"Are you watching right now?" he mutters. "Cuz if you are...you were right. Doing it on my own's no good at all. I hope I get back to you soon."
Finally, Chip and Julian are foraging together. The color in Chip's cheeks is back to normal, and though they are walking slowly, they are moving.
"I can't believe they took all the supplies," Chip grumbles, and noticeably, his voice sounds different than before. The pitch is higher, and the accent has changed entirely. Julian frowns as he picks the berries from a bush.
"So you're saying that this is...your mother's side coming out?" he asks, and Chip nods.
"I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but I only take after my mother at certain times, often after I've had some kind of episode. I guess that fever counted."
"I guess so," Julian says, shaking his head. "I've gotten as many berries as I can carry from this bush. How about you?"
"Same here," Chip agrees.
"Should we camp nearby so that we can eat them again tomorrow?" Julian asks, but Chip is looking at the large, dense bushes, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Such an obvious food source would be like a beacon to other tributes."
"So we shouldn't stick around, then?"
"Not just that...do you still have some matches left?"
"Uh...I think so, why?" Julian asks.
"Give me one," Chip instructs.
Julian hands one over, and Chip lights it, then squats down near the base of the bush. He holds the match out, and after a moment, the flame licks up the side of the bush. It moves slowly at first, then faster as more and more leaves catch fire.
"What are you doing!" Julian cries, stepping away from the heat as the bushes on either side of the first also burst into flame.
"If we can start limiting the food supply available to other tributes while keeping our own supply secure, we can try starving some people out of the games," Chip says.
Julian stares at him, his mouth agape.
"What?" Chip demands. "Don't forget what these games are, Julian. Only one of us gets to walk out of this alive."
"I know, but–"
Julian is cut off by a sudden, panicked scream.
The inferno grows larger and the screaming grows louder, and Julian looks at Chip with wide, horrified eyes.
Chip, for his part, looks stunned.
"Someone's IN there!" Julian exclaims.
He takes a step towards the blaze, but Chip grabs his arm.
"Don't! There's nothing you can do. Besides, like I said..." he trails off, and Julian wrenches his arm out of his grip.
"Don't touch me!" he says, backing away.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Chip begins, but Julian shakes his head.
"Maybe not now. But you will. I know you will. I can't...you can't..."
He turns and takes off running into the woods, and Chip makes no move to follow him. He looks back at the roaring fire as a cannon shot rings out through the arena, and squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head rapidly. When he opens his eyes again, his jaw is set and his shoulders are square.
"Only one of us gets out alive," he mutters, and his voice has changed back to how it sounded before. "Only. One."
The camera cuts to Jasper, who is watching the smoke rise from the branch of a tall tree. He grimaces when the cannon fires, and after a glance at the position of the sun as it begins sinking for the evening, he begins climbing back down to the forest floor.
"If I'm lucky, then that was Caesar," he mutters to himself. "And if I am lucky, then I'm also fucked."
He drops the last few feet to the earth and lands with a thud, then picks himself up and lets out a sigh.
"Let's face it though...we're all fucked in here."
He begins walking back towards the campsite, and the camera pulls up, flying back along the river to the cave that Caesar entered earlier. A figure is standing at the mouth, but zooming back in to ground level the camera reveals that it's not Caesar, but Peter.
He is holding a small bundle of kindling in his arms, and the water jug strapped to his back is freshly filled. Looking around to make sure no one is watching, he carefully steps forward, and the darkness of the cave swallows him whole.
The camera cuts one last time, and shows Alexa sitting in a patch of white flowers. There are dried tear tracks on her face, but her hands are steady as she rummages through her pack of supplies, pulling out a small packet of matches.
Before she can light one, the sound of running footsteps echoes through the trees. She quickly reaches out and closes her hands around the handle of her axe.
Julian bursts into view and she flinches, but when he spots her crouching there, he doesn't run or move to attack her.
Instead he groans, and drops unceremoniously to the ground, gathering his legs close and burying his face in his knees.
Alexa tilts her head and cautiously moves towards him, and her expression turns from fearful to concerned as Julian lets out a muffled sob.
"Go on then. Do it," he says, not looking up at her. "Kill me. I deserve it."
Alexa hesitates, then sets her axe down on the ground and scoots closer.
"Why do you think that?" she asks, and Julian looks up at her, tears running down his face.
"I can't do this," he says. "I can't do it, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how to survive out here, and I can't...I won't..." He shakes his head, and wipes his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Only one of us can make it out, which means we have to hurt people, and I can't do that. How could anyone do that? If that's what it takes to win these games, then I don't want to win! So you may as well just kill me now!"
Alexa bites her lip, looking away for a moment, then she forces a small smile onto her face.
"Well, I don't want to hurt anyone either," she says. "So I'm not going to hurt you. Even if you ask me to, I won't do it. If we cannot win their game, maybe the answer is not to play it."
Julian hiccups.
"What if it isn't that easy?" he asks, and Alexa shrugs.
"I think that nothing is easy. But I also think...that I'm going to keep fighting anyway. Because that's what the people who cared about me would want."
Julian nods slowly, and Alexa's smile widens slightly.
"My name is Alexa," she says, holding out a hand, and after a moment, Julian takes it.
"I'm Julian," he says. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you...friend."
The broadcast will now break for commercial. Please tune in again soon to see what else will become of our tributes on the first day of the games!
Game Summary
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Deaths:
Sally was killed by an animal
Hugh was killed by Chip
Kill Counts:
Pinocchio: 2 (Maria, Jimmy)
Inga: 1 (Jim L)
Caesar: 2 (Juliet, Pinocchio)
Chip: 3 (Clarissa, Marty, Hugh)
Jasper: 1 (Pinocchio)
Robin: 1 (Janae)
Peter: 1 (Priscilla)
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I KNOW OKAY I KNOW. I AM ALSO DEVASTATED. This damn simulator gave me Alexa & Sally platonic goodness and then ripped it away immediately and I am not okay. But then! It gives me the narrative parallels of Alexa begging someone for death to then turn around and give someone else the same comfort she received?? I am going insane. How did this happen.
Anyway, not a lot of actual structure notes to make on this one, except that I'm baffled that somehow half the tributes are gone, but this is still the longest chapter so far. That's what happens when I go in to add more backstory for some of the characters, I guess. Once again, thank you so much for reading and commenting! Let me know who you're rooting for if it's changed after today's...events.
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booksandrainyyfilms · 4 months ago
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Wallace & Gromit: The Wrong Trousers (1993) director Nick park
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genderlesspersonx · 1 month ago
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Hear me out
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vizjpmdose · 1 year ago
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I'm convinced that Sally secretly talks shit about James in the internet
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wildwren · 6 months ago
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sorry i didnt respond to your text i was busy thinking about the time ivan koubek was having a surprisingly nice dinner with his brother peter, perhaps even getting a little drunk unintentionally, and how in the course of this dinner peter admitted to ivan that he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, at which point ivan, deeply struck with the sense of peter trusting him with this information, and almost intoxicated with the feeling of having something in common with his older brother, finally, and wanting to express his understanding of the complexity of romantic relationships, and, as mentioned earlier, perhaps a little drunk, accidentally admitted to peter that he was in a relationship with a woman fourteen years his senior who was still technically married to her ex-husband. to which peter said: do you think a normal woman. would want to hang around with you.
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gromitgirl2003 · 5 months ago
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@wallacefangirl I love Wallace voices too
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sailorsally · 1 year ago
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It’s him, the slightly off putting guy in a trench coat who asks weirdly specific questions and won’t shut up about his wife (dean) 💚 aka a reverse version of ✨ this design ✨ (also available on my RB)
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weirdlookindog · 1 year ago
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Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970)
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therainbowexpress · 2 months ago
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In my athenide mcu crossover, I’ve decided to write black widow first and use gratuitous amount of references/flashbacks to Ancient Greece. I am writing this so Percy has already been the athenide and this is the timeline where she regains her memories… though that will be in the far future. How she regains them I’m unsure.
Back to black widow, I’ve decided to keep civil war, but scrapping Spider-Man’s involvement. I want to write Peter Parker more like he is in the comics, so his mcu character is getting a complete revamp.
I am very anti sokovia accords so that will come up and be referenced. I also strongly believe that demigods if known would have to sign it and sally is not about that.
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get4waycarr · 10 months ago
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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓗𝓢 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵.
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booksandrainyyfilms · 4 months ago
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Wallace & Gromit: A Grand Day Out (1989) director Nick Park
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annapoofle · 2 years ago
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Sally Jackson is Spider-Man confirmed
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thislovintime · 2 months ago
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At the grand opening of Zilch in NYC, October 20, 1967.
“Peter is the warmest, most caring, concerned and loving person I have ever known in my life. If the whole world were made up of Peter Torks, it would be like a peaceful and serene heaven.” - Sally Field, 16 Magazine, September 1968 “Mike wandered over to the empty chair next to me, and flopped himself down, muttering, ‘Hello,’ and tapping the top of my head with a friendly pat. I judged by the quiet, contented look on his face he wasn’t in a talkative mood, so I simply whispered ‘Hello’ back. We sat in silence for five minutes, and watch the activity of the crew preparing for the next scene. Sally Field, the young star of another Screen-Gem TV series, ‘Flying Nun,’ suddenly came cycling on the set dressed in her white nun’s habit. Parking her cycle, she sneaked up behind Peter and gave him an enormous bear hug. Peter, in turn, gathered her up in his arms, and ran off, yelling, ‘Have nun… will travel,’ and singing ‘You’re getting to be a habit with me…’ Mike simply shook his head and laughed.” - article by Jane Marshall, NME, September 23, 1967
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lilislegacy · 1 year ago
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annabeth and percy in 10 years (after cotg) trying to decide what to name their newborn son
annabeth: maybe a “P” name to go with his father and both your fathers?
percy: hmm… parker?
annabeth: ooh maybe. preston?
percy: that’s a good one too
annabeth: peter?
percy:*lifts eyebrows*
percy: really?
percy: *thinks about it*
percy *grumpily*: you know i bet mr. d would call HIM percy
baby percabeth: *coos*
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lucifinaspissed · 9 months ago
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