The room was dark as the night sky and just as cold. Four figures stood in the darkness, lounging around in the dark as if on break. Silhouettes of lights hung above the group, and the outline of a computer panel with a soundboard rested behind them.
Sweet Dream shivered, "Can't we make a heater or something? Also, why would anyone decide to add temperature effects in their game?"
"Jack's busy creating the finishing touches," Rampart said. "And she needs to get those factories up and running. We have the cloud machine but no drones yet."CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m
"Then why can't Dr. Zlo make something," Sweet Dream grumbled.
"Because! I see no need to make a simple heater for convenience!" The villain replied.
"I can make you something hot?" Cass said.
"You have hot chocolate?" Sweet Dream asked.
Cass turned around for a second, then spun back with a mug of cocoa in his hand, whipped cream sitting on top.
"You are a lifesaver." Sweet Dream cupped the warm liquid in her hands, letting the feeling come back into them.
"Again, why in the world do we need temperature effects?" she complained.
"I don't know, it never gets lower than a mild chill or heat," Rampart said.
"Well this 'mild chill' is going to make my fingers freeze off."
"Ha! I never took you as one to lose to a bit of cold!" Dr. Zlo said.
"I live in a warm climate, alright? There's a reason I moved across the country to go to college."
Dr. Zlo, Rampart, and Sweet Dream were currently inside a studio room designed for broadcasting. The team had concluded that more exposure was better than none, as they wanted to attract a lot of players. So Dylan and Jack went to work designing a simple broadcasting room, complete with all the heroic and villainous effects one could want. Dylan had provided the structure while Jack used her set design experience to add special effects.
At some point, they planned to move this room inside of the skyscraper, or maybe split it into two, so heroes and villains had separate stations. But currently, the building sat on the outskirts of the city, near the teleporter station. Nikola, Merla, and Titan had spent the last few days grinding for Alienite, and the mining site on Resource Hill was finally starting to produce results. Because of that, the group now had a decent stockpile of goods. Goods that were used in all the various projects as soon as they were produced.
Skyline's skeletal structure was starting to resemble an actual city, albeit one that someone in a videogame planned. A coliseum sat on the right of the teleport, and the making of a warehouse split between heroes and villains was coming together as well. Dylan walked over to the broadcasting room's wall and opened the door to let in some light. As it spilled inside, the player looked out at the growing skyscraper representing the hero portion of the city.
"I'm spending too much time in the land of do-gooders," Dr. Zlo said.
"Well, until we get more materials, our bases down below are going to be difficult," Sweet Dream answered. "Jack doesn't want to waste more construction drones, and the chance they'd fall off the city is something she won't risk."
"Bah, just tie them with some rope. If they do fall, that will catch them."
Dylan looked over to the material hub, where Jack was most likely staying. Behind it was the makings of the NPC factory, even though it couldn't be seen from this distance. Menagerie still needed to work on producing a few NPC characters, but that job had been taken.
Dr. Zlo finished his mad cackle, then walked over to the other players.
"What'd you think?" Rampart asked Sweet Dream.
"He didn't spin in place on the way there, the lighting obscured him just right, and he didn't jump out of his seat and shoot at the background this time. Overall, I'd say we got it."
Rampart heaved a sigh, "Thank god. I was starting to get bored."
"AS if anyone can get bored when Dr. Zlo! Is in the room," the villain responded.
"You'd think so, but hearing your speech every few minutes was getting old."
"Make sure you send me the footage before you go anywhere," Sweet Dream said. "We're getting this out tomorrow so others can apply to join on Friday."
Rampart nodded, "You got it."
Sweet Dream turned back to Dr. Zlo. "Now that we've got that out of the way, I have a few ideas for the upcoming fights I want to run by you."
"Oh? What sinister sweets do you have in store for me this time?
"So I've got Jawbreaker and Sill for minions, but I'm still lacking in the weapons department. And Sill still needs some wimpy creatures to command."
"How about taffy creatures?" Dr. Zlo asked.
"I was thinking along the lines of licorice," Sweet Dream replied. "I'm more about the lesser liked candies: like jawbreakers, licorice, or those cinnamon flavored ones."
"What about hard candies?"
"I'm not an old lady. I still have plenty of time before I go senile and start offering that tacky stuff."
"Licorice minions it is, then. And for weapons?"
"Something that I can use in my default form would be great. The taffy gun is good and all, but I need more firepower if I want to contend with all the incoming heroes. I'm thinking something like a dark chocolate blaster that turns people into chocolate, or at least coats them when they're hit."
Dr. Zlo smiled wickedly, "Diabolical. I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks. Oh, and Riptide was looking for some stuff as well, but I don't know if he has any ideas yet."
"I'm sure he'll turn up at some point, saying how cool it would be to have this or that."
Sweet Dream gave that loving, defeated smile a partner shares when their significant other does something embarrassing. "Yeah. I hope he doesn't go too overboard."