17612/MojAD Blockers

MojAD Blockers
Date of Scene:	09 April 2024
Location:	Spiral's Body Shop
Synopsis:	Spiral crash lands into the GIRL building, bringing with her a helmet spewing spamware and commercials from Mojoworld. Unable to remove it herself, she's lucky enough to crash near Vivian, who can rather effectively remove the headgear. Spiral parts ways maybe promising someone will pay for damages, and probably comes off as dismissive and abrasive. She's hard to like, but does remember when she owes favours.
Cast of Characters:	Spiral, Vivian Vision

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Spiral has posed:
There's no doubt that G.I.R.L. has all manner of safeguards. Contingencies and failsafes probably aplenty. However, the storm of magic that breaches the facility is like a thunderbolt thrown from a God. The spear of occult power is as erratic as it is desperate, in that it acts like the chaotic bullet that took out a certain President in their motorcade. It rapidly surges through 3 rooms, knocking things from tables like some invisible shit-disturbing cat, and rolls through 3 others, which thankfully arrest its progress completely in the sixth.

Perhaps some happy accident is that the magic involved, because this is no technologically ushered transportation, has allowed the intruder to phase through most of the solid objects. Though the almost cartoonish silhouettes left through floors and ceilings may require some serious seeing to later as they reek of sulfur and cotton candy.

The area of G.I.R.L. that the phenomena comes to relative rest in registers odd-as-frig energy readings, and then starts flooding every available channel with a SPAMsplosion of advertisements: Grow pills, Apocalypse buckets of mac'n'cheese, spring-loaded eyeballs, Pogs, the latest card-creature-capture-game and how all 666 streamable channels are available now for the low low price of eternal servitude.

Vivian Vision has posed:
When her Great Aunt Nadia established GIRL she had the full support of the Avengers and, as a result, the facility is well shielded against Avengers level threats. This does include magic but... magic tends to be tricky to protect against. Technology and magic don't mix amazingly at the best of times!

They might not keep Spiral out entirely but they do stop her breaking into any of the really secure locations. And give everyone time to evacuate the local area. Except one Vivian Vision who, as a Titan and ally to the Young Avengers, is generally rushing into danger instead of away from it.

As much as Viv rushes in person. It's really more of a brisk walk. Her mind is racing though, purging all the spam from GIRLs computer networks, and putting in calls for re-enforcements. Locking down all the high value research labs remotely.

As she approaches where Spiral has magicked herself her holographic systems kick in. Making her vanish from view to allow for a discreet approach. Better to study the anomaly before deciding on a plan of action.

Spiral has posed:
The damage control that Vivian initiates is effective, though the source of the problem continues to radiate throbbing amounts of persistent advertisements, like it was some sort of literal info bomb that keeps detonating. Every pulse of it is like a rolling tide, ebbing and flowing, with the storm increasing. It rattles what isn't bolted down in the room, and starts unscrewing what is, albeit slowly.

The pan-dimensional poltergeist that's punched into the room gets to her feet unsteadily. Too many limbs for most, the six arms wave about, and more than half have scalpels. A set have definitely clamped onto her helmet. The samurai-aesthetic, silver metal with head flair seems to have adopted a chinstrap recently. And it is this that Spiral desperately tries to her all her fingers around. Her attempts to wrench and cut the headgear off looks like an octopus or crab trying to throttle itself. And it isn't helping that she's drunkenly dancing around the inside of this room while she wrestles with the cacophony of ADs sent into her brain as well as coating the room with grotesque commerical jingles and songs and proclamations.

"ADD TEN INCHES!"

"FREE INSIDE EVERY MOJOBURGER!"

"HAVE YOU BEEN INJURED BY THE TSA OR OTHER SPACETIME AUTHORITY?! CALL OUR LAYWERS NOW!"

"X-BABY PLUSHIES COLLECT THEM ALL."

"GO AD FREE FOR ONLY ONE HALF OF YOUR FRONTAL LOBE"

"MY LITTLE PLEIOSAUR COLLECT THEM ALL"

Vivian Vision has posed:
With the flood of spam coming in Vivian takes drastic measures. All links to the infected area of the building network get cut. Systems are physically shut down in the surrounding area in such a way that the only way to re-enable them and restore the connections is to physically re-connect everything including the power to the rooms. Wireless is disabled building wide. It's a lot like fire fighting as Viv carries out a controlled burn to stop the spread.

Sadly some research data will be lost but it'll be less work in the long run to fix everything! Hopefully she kills the wireless before anyone hears about Plesiosaurs or she's in trouble...

She stands in the doorway to the room Spiral has appeared in considering the situation for a moment. Working out her approach. De-escalation seems preferable. And from the way Spiral is flailing around. She's going to need coffee. Lots of coffee.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral's hip connects with a wall, and then a desk, each time producing another ploof of Fairgrounds cotton candy scents and short-lived will-o-wisps."

"MOJOWORLD WHERE EVERYONE EATS FREE. TRY THE VOMIT-GO-ROUND AND COME BACK FOR MORE!"

Spiral audibly groans and wedges herself into the corner of the room, some of her hands latching onto the walls like a webcrawler, looking for anchoring purchase. "I'm gonna hurrrrl!" she screams and headbutts back into the corner, teeth bared. Most of her scalpels jam into the wall and those hands come up to help force her own head back into the corner. The helmet adopts another chinstrap, whipping over the intial into something about as pleasant as a Clockwork Orange. "Rrrrrrrrrr! Help meeeeee!"

One hand does still have a scalpel, one of her cybernetic limbs, coming in trying to cut and slash at the helmet. That stupid headgear is such a wonderful acoustic speak horn to blather out noise pollution. Perhaps Vivian has done something in her firebreak though, the dampen how much the nonsense can spew out.

"CALL NOW CALL NOW!"

"LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND SPINELESS"

"HOT INVERTEBRATES ARE IN YOUR AREA!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
The first sign Viv is actually in the area is the bitter sweet aroma of coffee. Strong, strong coffee.

The synthezoid puts the cafetiere on the table and frowns. Making herself visible. No need to holographically hide from someone who is... fighting her own hat?

There's a little polite cough. "Ahem," she says. "Do you need some assistance? It looks a lot like you're a little stuck and you're going to injure yourself waving sharp objects around."

Thankfully her perfect control of her emotions means she doesn't sound even remotely amused by the sight of someone with enough magical power to breach their wards flailing around. Even if she is. Shhhh don't tell anyone!

"I could phase the helmet off but first you have to put the scalpels down. Please?"

Spiral has posed:
It's probably that Spiral trusts Vivian, but the urgency that she needs the darn thing off that she's willing to entertain the idea of unarming herself. Besides, she's going to lose an eye with her current attempts. The scalpel is flung to the floor and is sent spinning. Spit flecks Spiral's lower lip as she practically froths at the mouth. "Getitoff getitoff getitoff..."

Her face scrunches up and she tries to remain still, but she seems to have some arcane ants in the pants, where complete immobility is a fate worse than whatever the hat is doing. The headgear gets even more shrill with its promises, the pitch of it going higher and higher like the speaker has taken a inhalation of helium.

Little bursts of mini-fireworks go off, sizzling little streamers, minor phenomena.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Approaching carefully, although with a degree more haste than when she was heading into danger, Vivian steps in close enough to reach up to the troublesome headwear. Tentatively she taps a finger against it, making sure it's not going to electrocute her or suddenly explode, and then phases it.

It doesn't matter how tightly it's gripping Spiral if it's out of phase with the rest of the matter in the universe!

Her synthezoid nature means she can split her focus. While she's studying the helmet and phasing it a portion of her mind focuses on those fidgety motions. Shifting effortlessly out of the way.

Even as the hat gets phased she brings it to the side. So when it unphases it'll land safely on an office chair with padding. No sense in subjecting it to a sudden impact with the floor. The unexpected visitor might want it removing but she probably doesn't want it /broken/. Right? Besides breaking peoples things without good reason is rather rude.

Spiral has posed:
The difference between the two women, beyond the synthetic, is how calm Vivian appears in contrast to Spiral. Her eyes widen, following the Young Avenger, and while she's quite accustomed to weird stuff, seeing her helmet be removed like that is still pretty wild.

When the helmet is no longer in contact, it has the lovely effect of immediately shutting the hell up. Like the plug was pulled. Like it had been flung beyond that firebreak. Spiral is left panting and four pairs of four digited fingers rake up into her hair and scalp to muss and fuss, shaking all those silver gray locks loose and over her shoulders. "Jesus bald headed Christ on a crutch...That was bad. That was real f'ing bad..."

She needs a few more moments to compose herself, and she keeps a healthy distance between herself and the now inert helmet. Spiral gives her head a shake, bopping one hear to the side like she needed to eject some water from swimming. She squints and seethes. "I thought I'd managed to remove most of his spyware, but guess I was unaware of a backdoor or crawlspace. Fuck! Where the hell am I?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Quality control is an important step in.. ah.. product development?" Vivian notes, making a slight shrugging motion. "Unless it's supposed to do that."

Although if that's the case presumably Spiral stole it. Who would put something like that on knowing what it does? Then again you never can tell with organic life forms.

Ah yes. His spyware. Statistically it'll be stolen then. Especially considering the data she's downloading on the unexpected visitor. Although with no official reports that mark it as stolen foods. Innocent until proven guilty.

Besides starting a fight is an unnecessary escalation. And with no on site back-up that could prove unwise!

"You're in New Jersey. On the GIRL Campus. More specifically in one of our office spaces." A beats pause. "That is now designated as out of service for repairs. We're close to several major public transport sites and if required I can call a cab for you?"

She frowns.

"Given the manner of your arrival if you need more technical location data such as dimensional co-ordinates or stellar cartographic data I'll need to have a data storage and transfer device brought in." No chance she's going to try upload anything directly to Spirals systems. Ew!

Spiral has posed:
Spiral stands straighter, the muting of the deluge of advertisements and spammy spyware is allowing her to regain her composure. Her thankful demeanor is slowly slurped over by a haughty air of being rather too cool for wherever she's ended up. "GIRL? Gawd..." she takes in a deep breath and huffs it out.

Spiral casts a glance towards her helmet with a look that could kill if it could. "There are worse places than Jersey I suppose." She reaches up to wave her hands about dismissively, wrinkling her nose and stepping towards Vivian with a strut that belongs on a catwalk rather than an office. She gives Viv a look up and down, a tilt of her head, a pair of hands on her hips. "That won't be necessary..." Her voice trails off, as if searching for a word like Ma'am, Sir or Chum or It. She hisses through her teeth. "You're awfully helpful and full of tact and protocol, aren't you? Latest floor model orrr..."

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision wears canary yellow cargo pants. On purpose. She's many things but cool? Well that's probably not something she'd claim. The data just doesn't support it. So it probably doesn't need a whole lot of haughty!

"Madripoor typically makes the list I believe," she notes earnestly. Of course Bludhaven and Gotham both rank highly on the 'cities people try to avoid' but they do at least have tourist boards to recommend them. Unlike the uncontrolled wildness of a criminal run city. Spiral's approach doesn't provoke a reaction, no backing down, except for the occasional blink to make organics feel comfortable.

"Or the daughter of an Avenger," she says brightly. "Fully self aware and with the capability to speed dial some very notable heroes if tact proves not to be sufficient." She gives a moments pause. "I do much prefer tact and politeness though. It's much less hassle in terms of the resulting paperwork."

Spiral has posed:
"Gee, it seems no one escapes the curse of replication, huh? Even artificial folk gotta be funky fungus." The sorceress blinks and frowns. She's suddenly very fixated on trying to tell if those blinks of Vivian's are all just for show or some intrinsic reaction. It's a fleeting thought, superceded by the fact that the Avenger's tone is so excellently modulated. "Would you be willing to let me look at your voice box? I've got some Reavers that'd kill for a better set of pipes."

And just like that, she's ready for the next topic, dismissing things as soon as they're out of her yap. "Avengers don't worry me much. Captain Marvelous and Iron Chad don't have counter measures against someone like me. You might even be able to review the after action report I'll bet, if you haven't already." she muses and seeks the door. "I'll leave the paperwork to you. Last time I called a cab was the 80's, and that's the last time I needed one."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"When you want to learn about Humanity it does rather make sense to start a family. It is what Humans tend to do," Vivian admits with a little shrug. It's probably impossible for Spiral to tell without somehow cheating but those blinks? They're simply there because people freak out if they interact with someone who never blinks. And if they're observant enough they freak out if the blinking is too regular. So Viv simply runs a subroutine that ensures she blinks for effect after a random interval within a Human standard range. Easy. "I don't have a voice box. I have vocal cords just like a Human does. It's just the production quality which is improved."

That and the materials. But she isn't going to tell Spiral she's made of super exotic rare materials. She's complained about Great Aunt Nadia getting kidnapped too much to encourage anyone to kidnap her....

"But Doctor Strange and the Scarlet Witch..." Well she probably doesn't have their contact numbers. Does Doctor Strange even own a smartphone? It seems... unlikely. But shhhh don't tell Spiral that. "If you'd like I can probably find a hat box for your... acquisition."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral casts a look back over her shoulder. There's a moment of wistful nostalgia for her weird headgear. It had pretty good reception after all. But what's the use in so many streaming services when they all suddenly serve a landslide of sludge at once. "Melt it down, for all I care. Use it as a flowerpot. It's currently full of manure. Though...I'd hesitate to allow anything to bloom from that fertilizer. They do say you should talk to plants, or something."

She bites her lip, hard, and then releases the plump bit of flesh. "Mnn. Thank you for your assistance all the same with my very minor problem. Someone may be by to pay for the damages. I never know their names, but they all dress the same, and they're insufferable and endless. Briefcases and bills, ties and tedious, forked tongues and flatulent words." Her hands raise, rotate and twiddle her sets of four fingers.

"Thank you, polite Pinocchio who looks like a Princess. Say my name if you find yourself in Mojo's realm and I'll see if I can help you exit stage left. If I'm in the mood."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"We have hazardous waste processing on site," Vivian assures. "I'll take care of it personally."

She listens as Spiral goes on about faceless minions who all dress the same. And turn up places with briefcases and money to deal with problems. She tilts her head to one side then, with a frown, wonders aloud "Are you referring to your lawyers? All wearing suits and ties? If I see any I'll be sure to pass on the bill for the damages and.." A pointed glance to the hat. "For handling the clean-up for you."

It's the forked tongues comment which really made her think lawyer. Not everyone is lucky enough to have She-Hulk on their contacts list for legal trouble.

"I'll keep that in mind. Although I must point out my nose does not in any way extend when I tell a falsehood." Probably if she does wind up in Mojo's realm it'll be the result of a GIRL matter transporter accident and she'll hopefully be there with plenty of super science types who can bodge together a dimensional teleporter!