02-17-2016, 04:14 AM
And suddenly, there she was, in the heart of the city. "Whoa... what is this place...?" she murmured, as she turned about, getting her bearings. It was futuristic as hell, yet... not, all at once. A small grin set upon her face, as she began on the path forward. Where was she going? Well, fuck if she knew. She was just gonna explore, have a good ol' time. Luckily she made those sunglasses, because this place was all sorts of bright. A quick adjustment of her yellow coat, and she was taking off at a run, looking around the place.
There was a parade going on, and Noodle decided to stick around and watch. A cerulean dragon, a red octopus, you know. Basic parade fare. Ladies in peacock feathers and way-too-revealing clothing sealed the deal. Clichéd parade. She left, rather unimpressed with this so-called "party district". Maybe she'd find other places more bearable. Hopefully so. Hours went by exploring Costa del Sol. However, as it happened, she didn't. It was a really odd mix of culture that just shook her the wrong way. She considered leaving the verse, but had a better idea.
She extracted the OM from the Geep, (she'd resummon it later) got busy with another vehicle, a submarine, and went exploring the ocean. She passed a few islands. One looked like it had Pokémon in it. She was imagining that one, for sure. She saw an underwater establishment or two, and then she found what seemed to be a spot she liked. She'd stay here for a bit, for sure. That's about when a second wonderful idea took hold of her mind. An idea that made her smile with glee and excitement.
She'd build Plastic Beach anew. A base of operations for whenever the others got here. If they ever got here, that is. but that was besides the point. She began with the beach itself. Closing her eyes, she began focusing on the beachside, a amalgamation of plastic trash and oil. She felt her Omnilium reserves working themselves. But she could feel it. She had enough of the magic substance to make this happen. More and more, the bits and pieces came together, until finally, there it was. The beach was here. A large smile spread across her features. She was on her way.
Next up was the mushroom cloud-like spire that the island somehow kept standing. Concentration started filling the air with what was once throwaways, and sticky substances from untold disasters at sea holding it all together. A long time passed, but she remained determined to create this large structure. But she wouldn't have to wait for much longer. Everything fell into place soon enough. Now all that remained was the mansion on top, and the extra stuff in the interiors. This would be the easy part.
But, oh, was she wrong. Focusing on such minute details in giant structures was jarring at best. Certainly more difficult. Slowly, a white husk of a building started to come up from the ground- er, trash. It was more difficult than she'd ever faced in her rather short run of Omnilium building. As the bulk of the building was finished, though, it was less difficult and more tedious. Noting every small feature in the inside, every floor tile, man, was it a pain. At last, though, after hours upon hours of concentration and construction, it was completed. Her own plastic palace. Plastic Beach.
She parked her recently-created submarine at the dock nearby, and looked about. Everything seemed accurate to a tee. From the way the mansion loomed above her, to the collection of forgotten parts scattered around, it was great. She stepped into an elevator, taking her to the top of her spire, and to the entrance of the mansion. Deep breath in, deep breath out. She stepped inside, and it was exactly how it was before those stupid pirates attacked. There were a few elevators on the inside, too, showing the way to the recording studio, her bandmate 2D's underwater room, the bar, bathrooms. et cetera. She'd made it.
Everything on the outside was present and accounted for, too. The beat-up pirate ship, the lighthouse, the dock, the huts outside, and all of the things in between. It was beautiful. It was home. She went upstairs, to where her room was located with an exhausted smile. Damn, she'd really memorized this place well. Even her favorite sheets were set out on her bed. She practically jumped under the covers, and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the seagulls squawk outside the large windows. Her eyes drifted shut, and she was asleep in minutes.
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There was a parade going on, and Noodle decided to stick around and watch. A cerulean dragon, a red octopus, you know. Basic parade fare. Ladies in peacock feathers and way-too-revealing clothing sealed the deal. Clichéd parade. She left, rather unimpressed with this so-called "party district". Maybe she'd find other places more bearable. Hopefully so. Hours went by exploring Costa del Sol. However, as it happened, she didn't. It was a really odd mix of culture that just shook her the wrong way. She considered leaving the verse, but had a better idea.
She extracted the OM from the Geep, (she'd resummon it later) got busy with another vehicle, a submarine, and went exploring the ocean. She passed a few islands. One looked like it had Pokémon in it. She was imagining that one, for sure. She saw an underwater establishment or two, and then she found what seemed to be a spot she liked. She'd stay here for a bit, for sure. That's about when a second wonderful idea took hold of her mind. An idea that made her smile with glee and excitement.
She'd build Plastic Beach anew. A base of operations for whenever the others got here. If they ever got here, that is. but that was besides the point. She began with the beach itself. Closing her eyes, she began focusing on the beachside, a amalgamation of plastic trash and oil. She felt her Omnilium reserves working themselves. But she could feel it. She had enough of the magic substance to make this happen. More and more, the bits and pieces came together, until finally, there it was. The beach was here. A large smile spread across her features. She was on her way.
Next up was the mushroom cloud-like spire that the island somehow kept standing. Concentration started filling the air with what was once throwaways, and sticky substances from untold disasters at sea holding it all together. A long time passed, but she remained determined to create this large structure. But she wouldn't have to wait for much longer. Everything fell into place soon enough. Now all that remained was the mansion on top, and the extra stuff in the interiors. This would be the easy part.
But, oh, was she wrong. Focusing on such minute details in giant structures was jarring at best. Certainly more difficult. Slowly, a white husk of a building started to come up from the ground- er, trash. It was more difficult than she'd ever faced in her rather short run of Omnilium building. As the bulk of the building was finished, though, it was less difficult and more tedious. Noting every small feature in the inside, every floor tile, man, was it a pain. At last, though, after hours upon hours of concentration and construction, it was completed. Her own plastic palace. Plastic Beach.
She parked her recently-created submarine at the dock nearby, and looked about. Everything seemed accurate to a tee. From the way the mansion loomed above her, to the collection of forgotten parts scattered around, it was great. She stepped into an elevator, taking her to the top of her spire, and to the entrance of the mansion. Deep breath in, deep breath out. She stepped inside, and it was exactly how it was before those stupid pirates attacked. There were a few elevators on the inside, too, showing the way to the recording studio, her bandmate 2D's underwater room, the bar, bathrooms. et cetera. She'd made it.
Everything on the outside was present and accounted for, too. The beat-up pirate ship, the lighthouse, the dock, the huts outside, and all of the things in between. It was beautiful. It was home. She went upstairs, to where her room was located with an exhausted smile. Damn, she'd really memorized this place well. Even her favorite sheets were set out on her bed. She practically jumped under the covers, and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the seagulls squawk outside the large windows. Her eyes drifted shut, and she was asleep in minutes.
Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach.