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An Eco-conscious Halloween
Who: Fuji and Zaizen
What: Evil genius meeting
Where: Conference room on the Karura
When: Shortly after this Tezuka post
Warnings/Notes: Beware Halloween. Also, if you want your character to have seen what they left behind, go for it
After reading Captain Tezuka’s post, Zaizen pulled up an instant message to Fuji.
Does this mean for every birthday we’ll each get 5 life size posters and a multiplying amount of Frankenstein staff mash ups?
Fuji had been lamenting the lack of support his dedicated efforts to Karura outreach was receiving from his captain. As Zaizen’s message popped up on his screen, he concealed a smile and typed back,
Yes, except they may all be wearing Oshitari’s shirt, Tezuka’s pyjama bottoms and be holding Shishido’s phaser.
It was only fair to take the best parts of each figure.
With a tiny huff of amusement at his computer, Zaizen added, Too bad they can’t all say “You will get pregnant and die.” That would be quite the haunted house.
Fuji was about to reply to say that could be easily arranged with scissors and glue. Or even some mashed combination of “Don't get careless and die” and “Pregnant is never lame.” Then Zaizen’s words struck a chord.
Ne, Zaizen… Halloween is soon.
Zaizen read Fuji’s message. Instead of responding, he booked a conference room and time for a meeting aptly titled, Eco-conscious Haunted House, the Karura Experience - Discuss.
They were being economical and planning an event for the ship. Captain Tezuka could ask no more of them.
Fuji blinked as an event flashed onto his online calendar. Apparently he had a meeting now; it was clearly his job as a responsible officer to attend. Rising, he looked at the example cutouts he had scattered around his quarters. They were a little big to comfortably maneuver down the corridor, but it seemed rude not to take along a sample. He picked up an arm from one of his failed experiments and left the room.
The conference room held an oval table, large white board and a number of wheely chairs. Fuji stepped through the door placed his spare arm in the table centre. Exhibit A.
Zaizen sat on the side of the table by the whiteboard and typed away until Fuji seemed to settle. His gaze skimmed over the top of his computer, “if you wanted to lend a hand, you could've at least brought the one with the taser.”
“I’m short of Shishido models,” Fuji admitted as he sat down. “I increased the number after Tezuka and then Oishi destroyed one beyond retrievability.” Despite Tezuka’s threats about making Fuji collect even jettisoned cutouts in the future, he had at least accepted the Shishido cut-outs demise.
“Where do you think we should put a haunted house?”
With a nod, Zaizen stood and wrote on the white board, use Shishido’s parts sparingly.
“We need either a series of connected rooms or one large room,” they could make use of props and curtains to divide up the space. “Who is our audience? Everyone aboard, or just staff and officers?”
“It’s good to be inclusive,” proposed Fuji. Also the event would have a popular appeal and without that, Tezuka might find a way to suggest it was dangerously unnecessary. “We could use the gardens?” Natural foliage provided shelter and corners to hide items. The only risk was that someone might jump into the pond and drown. Although, that would be a way of improving the haunted house over the night.
He lifted the arm and turned it over thoughtfully, thinking of what Inui had suggest on his journal. “Zaizen… could you make the cutouts speak?”
As Fuji spoke, Zaizen made note to include all of the passengers. His notes got more extensive and he wished that his computer wasn't in the process of update.
An abysmal version of the Karura came to life in erasable marker. He drew a wonky flower and a ghost where the gardens would be and left the rest blank to consider the flow of traffic.
“I could easily fix cheap audio to each one,” Zaizen answered, considering the possibility. “Making them seem to talk would be harder.”
Did he want to get semi into robotics with cutouts that excitable customers might destroy? “Do we want to charge, or make it charity? Bring a shirt, save an Oshitari Yuushi, or something of the like.”
“Mmm… a collection for Tezuka’s heart surgery,” Fuji suggested, his usual smile not wavering as he considered the possibility their captain might collapse at the mere thought of his and Zaizen’s plans. “A cheap audio chip would be fine,” he added. “Perhaps the early ones could play the normal catch phrase and later… a mix up.” Once their patrons were already thoroughly freaked by their experiences. “What else should be have beside cutouts?”
“He wouldn’t make a bad zombie,” Tezuka did share a certain single-mindedness with the undead. As he examined the whiteboard to imagine the layout with Fuji’s excellent suggestion, he quipped, “Or a song at the door, a potential list for the Ice bar.”
Even the general populace could find more compelling music.
“Traps?” Zaizen drew a stick figure with wildly disproportionate limbs.
“The disintegrating zombie body parts might make a mess of the bridge,” pointed out Fuji. “And it would only encourage Oishi.” It might have only been one cut-out the physical therapist decapitated, but Fuji had a ‘no cut-out left behind’ policy to his cardboard children.
“It we asked people to sing, we could have their song played back to them from the depths of the pond near the end.” Hearing your own twisted vocals sound from the bottom of a dank looking water source; how could that not be healthy Halloween fun? The only thing more fun might be the traps Zaizen had just suggested.
“Trap one to be a bait for the next visitor?” Fuji expanded. “If you are rescued, you go free and your rescuer is trapped. Otherwise, you stay there for the next guest.”
“Not to mention the smell.” A half crumpled captain probably wouldn’t do the Karura any good anyway. “We’ll have to set a trap just for Oishi to limit the damage. Everyone else can potentially get rescued.”
They would release Oishi, eventually.
“Record them at the beginning of the haunted house? Or organize a karaoke night sometime before to capture audio?”
Yes, Oishi would have to be taken out. It was sad, but sometimes you had to make tough choices for success. “We would need everyone’s voice,” Fuji said thoughtfully. “Maybe karaoke and a few corridor recorders put behind the cut-outs.”
“I can arrange the recorders,” Zaizen would have to put that on his list of things to do this week, so they could collect as much useful audio as possible. “Maybe Kikumaru could inform us when Atobe steps out again.”
Taking over the Ice Bar with plebeian karaoke was very tempting. Mostly because Atobe would hate it.
“There are also private karaoke booths on ship,” Fuji pointed out. “You could make them… less private.” What was an illegally taped session between friends on the Karura?
Gruesome cut-outs, cages where you have to plead with the next visitor in a situation reminiscent from the “The Ring” horror movie, your own disembodied voice calling to you from the pool… It wasn’t bad. “I think we have a haunted house, Zaizen-kun.”
Fuji’s suggestion was certainly easier. “Let’s sponsor a few hours in the booths,” and by that he meant rig the machine to book them for free. “I’m sure we won’t be disappointed.”
As Zaizen put the finishing touches on his horrible drawing of the haunted house (a strangely shaped egg in a cage), Zaizen hummed in agreement. He capped the marker and turned to Fuji. “You handle garden access, I’ll take care of the recordings. Regroup in a week?”
“Done.” Fuji considered how he would sell booking the garden for Halloween to Tezuka. For some reason, the captain seemed strangely anti-Fuji’s projects. But really, this was a recycling scheme. There was nothing not to like.
He looked across at the whiteboard full of notes and took a photo for posterity. Hopefully the next meeting in her would be a crew debriefing.
What: Evil genius meeting
Where: Conference room on the Karura
When: Shortly after this Tezuka post
Warnings/Notes: Beware Halloween. Also, if you want your character to have seen what they left behind, go for it
After reading Captain Tezuka’s post, Zaizen pulled up an instant message to Fuji.
Does this mean for every birthday we’ll each get 5 life size posters and a multiplying amount of Frankenstein staff mash ups?
Fuji had been lamenting the lack of support his dedicated efforts to Karura outreach was receiving from his captain. As Zaizen’s message popped up on his screen, he concealed a smile and typed back,
Yes, except they may all be wearing Oshitari’s shirt, Tezuka’s pyjama bottoms and be holding Shishido’s phaser.
It was only fair to take the best parts of each figure.
With a tiny huff of amusement at his computer, Zaizen added, Too bad they can’t all say “You will get pregnant and die.” That would be quite the haunted house.
Fuji was about to reply to say that could be easily arranged with scissors and glue. Or even some mashed combination of “Don't get careless and die” and “Pregnant is never lame.” Then Zaizen’s words struck a chord.
Ne, Zaizen… Halloween is soon.
Zaizen read Fuji’s message. Instead of responding, he booked a conference room and time for a meeting aptly titled, Eco-conscious Haunted House, the Karura Experience - Discuss.
They were being economical and planning an event for the ship. Captain Tezuka could ask no more of them.
Fuji blinked as an event flashed onto his online calendar. Apparently he had a meeting now; it was clearly his job as a responsible officer to attend. Rising, he looked at the example cutouts he had scattered around his quarters. They were a little big to comfortably maneuver down the corridor, but it seemed rude not to take along a sample. He picked up an arm from one of his failed experiments and left the room.
The conference room held an oval table, large white board and a number of wheely chairs. Fuji stepped through the door placed his spare arm in the table centre. Exhibit A.
Zaizen sat on the side of the table by the whiteboard and typed away until Fuji seemed to settle. His gaze skimmed over the top of his computer, “if you wanted to lend a hand, you could've at least brought the one with the taser.”
“I’m short of Shishido models,” Fuji admitted as he sat down. “I increased the number after Tezuka and then Oishi destroyed one beyond retrievability.” Despite Tezuka’s threats about making Fuji collect even jettisoned cutouts in the future, he had at least accepted the Shishido cut-outs demise.
“Where do you think we should put a haunted house?”
With a nod, Zaizen stood and wrote on the white board, use Shishido’s parts sparingly.
“We need either a series of connected rooms or one large room,” they could make use of props and curtains to divide up the space. “Who is our audience? Everyone aboard, or just staff and officers?”
“It’s good to be inclusive,” proposed Fuji. Also the event would have a popular appeal and without that, Tezuka might find a way to suggest it was dangerously unnecessary. “We could use the gardens?” Natural foliage provided shelter and corners to hide items. The only risk was that someone might jump into the pond and drown. Although, that would be a way of improving the haunted house over the night.
He lifted the arm and turned it over thoughtfully, thinking of what Inui had suggest on his journal. “Zaizen… could you make the cutouts speak?”
As Fuji spoke, Zaizen made note to include all of the passengers. His notes got more extensive and he wished that his computer wasn't in the process of update.
An abysmal version of the Karura came to life in erasable marker. He drew a wonky flower and a ghost where the gardens would be and left the rest blank to consider the flow of traffic.
“I could easily fix cheap audio to each one,” Zaizen answered, considering the possibility. “Making them seem to talk would be harder.”
Did he want to get semi into robotics with cutouts that excitable customers might destroy? “Do we want to charge, or make it charity? Bring a shirt, save an Oshitari Yuushi, or something of the like.”
“Mmm… a collection for Tezuka’s heart surgery,” Fuji suggested, his usual smile not wavering as he considered the possibility their captain might collapse at the mere thought of his and Zaizen’s plans. “A cheap audio chip would be fine,” he added. “Perhaps the early ones could play the normal catch phrase and later… a mix up.” Once their patrons were already thoroughly freaked by their experiences. “What else should be have beside cutouts?”
“He wouldn’t make a bad zombie,” Tezuka did share a certain single-mindedness with the undead. As he examined the whiteboard to imagine the layout with Fuji’s excellent suggestion, he quipped, “Or a song at the door, a potential list for the Ice bar.”
Even the general populace could find more compelling music.
“Traps?” Zaizen drew a stick figure with wildly disproportionate limbs.
“The disintegrating zombie body parts might make a mess of the bridge,” pointed out Fuji. “And it would only encourage Oishi.” It might have only been one cut-out the physical therapist decapitated, but Fuji had a ‘no cut-out left behind’ policy to his cardboard children.
“It we asked people to sing, we could have their song played back to them from the depths of the pond near the end.” Hearing your own twisted vocals sound from the bottom of a dank looking water source; how could that not be healthy Halloween fun? The only thing more fun might be the traps Zaizen had just suggested.
“Trap one to be a bait for the next visitor?” Fuji expanded. “If you are rescued, you go free and your rescuer is trapped. Otherwise, you stay there for the next guest.”
“Not to mention the smell.” A half crumpled captain probably wouldn’t do the Karura any good anyway. “We’ll have to set a trap just for Oishi to limit the damage. Everyone else can potentially get rescued.”
They would release Oishi, eventually.
“Record them at the beginning of the haunted house? Or organize a karaoke night sometime before to capture audio?”
Yes, Oishi would have to be taken out. It was sad, but sometimes you had to make tough choices for success. “We would need everyone’s voice,” Fuji said thoughtfully. “Maybe karaoke and a few corridor recorders put behind the cut-outs.”
“I can arrange the recorders,” Zaizen would have to put that on his list of things to do this week, so they could collect as much useful audio as possible. “Maybe Kikumaru could inform us when Atobe steps out again.”
Taking over the Ice Bar with plebeian karaoke was very tempting. Mostly because Atobe would hate it.
“There are also private karaoke booths on ship,” Fuji pointed out. “You could make them… less private.” What was an illegally taped session between friends on the Karura?
Gruesome cut-outs, cages where you have to plead with the next visitor in a situation reminiscent from the “The Ring” horror movie, your own disembodied voice calling to you from the pool… It wasn’t bad. “I think we have a haunted house, Zaizen-kun.”
Fuji’s suggestion was certainly easier. “Let’s sponsor a few hours in the booths,” and by that he meant rig the machine to book them for free. “I’m sure we won’t be disappointed.”
As Zaizen put the finishing touches on his horrible drawing of the haunted house (a strangely shaped egg in a cage), Zaizen hummed in agreement. He capped the marker and turned to Fuji. “You handle garden access, I’ll take care of the recordings. Regroup in a week?”
“Done.” Fuji considered how he would sell booking the garden for Halloween to Tezuka. For some reason, the captain seemed strangely anti-Fuji’s projects. But really, this was a recycling scheme. There was nothing not to like.
He looked across at the whiteboard full of notes and took a photo for posterity. Hopefully the next meeting in her would be a crew debriefing.