Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190204220547/@comment-26892768-20190207025523

"Who the hell is he talking about?" Spice Girl asks, looking at Polnareff with a mixture of confusion and anger on her face.

Trish thinks for a moment. "I'm not sure...I've never met a-"

"Hey, uh, quick question..." Jolyne looks at Polnareff. "Would you happen to mean Jotaro Kujo?"

And for good measure, those Wardogs are also hit with pumpkins that materialize from nowhere.

Alt!GLaDOS is...not in Skyrim at the moment.

Currently, she is in another universe, blissfully unaware of the crossover shenanigans as she observes a...personal project.

"Begin testing, phase one." GLaDOS commands, her voice being projected into another room that she current has her camera on. This room is full of wide space and completely empty - well, near it, anyway. There's cardboard cut-outs of human silhouettes with targets on them near one wall, and extending from the other wall is a large metal pole positioned horizontally. And on that pole are three turrets - not the usual kind, though. These ones are oval-shaped like the usual turret, but they lack the "eye" in the center, and instead of having three legs to stand on, they have a single clamp with which they use to stay on the pole.

The cardboard cutouts begin moving on command, going back and forth in a single line. This seems to activate the turrets - from the back, a triangular head like a bird's slides out, revealing a single glowing red eye, they lean forward - still clamping onto the pole - and unfold the sides, revealing them to be not guns, but oval-shaped panels with peculiar devices planted in them.

"Good, good, motion sensors are working...begin testing, phase two."

The turret's clamps promptly release the pole, and the oval-shaped pads turn around so as to propel the turrets forward, sending them gliding through the air as they go around in circles.

"Gravity repulsers are in peak condition...begin testing, phase three."

This is the most important part. The front of the turrets push themselves outward, revealing twin gun barrels in the chests of the machines. With peak precision, the turrets open fire, riddling dozens of holes in the cutouts.

"Excellent. The Raptor Turrets are coming along smoothly." Alt!GLaDOS remarks. "A shame that they'll have to wait in storage until I come up with proper testing chambers for them."

Without another word, the testing chamber folds itself away, with the panels and various other materials being put elsewhere.

"Now...what else is on the agenda today?" Alt!GLaDOS wonders to herself. "I suppose I could have Atlas and P-Body run through a Cooperative Testing Chamber, or do another system diagnostic to see how the facility is running, or-"

And then a portal opens underneath her.

"...oh. That was unexpected." GLaDOS looks down at the portal. "To say it was unexpected is actually a bit of an understatement, really. To be quite frank, the odds of a rip in space time continuum occurring right here, right now, with absolutely no prompting, is a percentage so small that humans would have to create an entirely new function just to accommodate for it. So, by all means, this shouldn't have happened. At all. Perhaps I could get Atlas and P-Body here to see what's on the other side, or get some equipment to see what...wait."

She pauses for a moment. "This isn't the first time a portal's been opened in this chamber. And the last time there was a portal opened in this chamber, there was...suction...oh god."

And as if on cue, GLaDOS' core starts to get dragged towards the portal, along with the rest of her body.

"How the hell do I shut this thing!?" GLaDOS yells. "Oh, who am I kidding? There's no data on this - I wouldn't have to find an answer myself if there was. Well, I need to at least ensure that the facility won't go up and leave a ten-mile crater when I get pulled thro-"

And then the wires connecting GLaDOS' core snap, and she gets pulled through the portal just before it closes.

There's a heavily autotuned scream going through the mountains as GLaDOS falls, before it promptly gets cut off when she lands in the snow.

"Ow." GLaDOS deadpans. "Why did they bother to put pain sensors into my core? ...all things considered, though, it could be worse. Barely."

And to think the day was going so well.

Little does GLaDOS know, she's not alone.

A portal opens up on the mountains - not a typical one, however. This one seems more like some kind of tear, with a rather psychedelic pattern. Out of this portal steps a battered robotic figure - a feminine one, colored primarily with yellow and green stripes, with black bug-like antennae extending from her head, a shell of some kind that seems a lot like a pharaoh's headdress, and a decidedly feminine face, with green eyes, red lipstick, and eyeliner like an ancient Egyptian. Definitely has an Egyptian thing going on.

"Curse that XJ9...I will-" The robot suddenly stops midsentence. "Wait, this isn't where I wanted to go. I don't even know where this place is! My portal generator must be broken..."

She swipes a hand through the air, no dice. She groans in frustration. "Oh, come on! Ugh...I suppose I'll have to stay here until I can get some proper parts to fix myself..."

She starts to walk through the snow.