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This is an independent RP blog for Chell from Portal & Portal 2. (Blog is still under construction; will reopen in ___.)

[zellah7]

bye i love this

[landunderthewave]

Man: Siri, what is 1 trillion to the tenth power? Siri: Calculation. The answer is one zero zero zero zero zero [continuing] Man: *starts beatboxing to the rhythm. Woman 1: *joins in* Woman 2: *starts singing to the rhythm*

[blonde-vulcan-deactivated201608]

This is sO GOOD

[ricetwink-deactivated20190113]

never gets old

[infiniteinstance]

@arguablyalive

[beben-eleben]

Punctuation Matters by The Visual Communication Guy

[thewrittenmagic]

I’ll never understand writers who don’t care about punctuation. It adds control,  clarity, meaning, and variety. 

[saramcclarinet]

My English major ass appreciates this so hard 👌🏻🙌🏻

[kreuzaderny]

[infiniteinstance]

If anyone throws me anymore crap, I will throw it right back at them.

[infiniteinstance]

LabAssistant [Starter for apertureratt]

[infiniteinstance]

apertureratt

Becoming frozen in fear wasn’t something that happened to Doug all too often. Most commonly his brain would pick flight and send him galloping into the sunset before he had a chance to process the situation. Yet here there was nowhere to run; his back was up against the wall and the unexpected child was between him and the door.

He would’ve been…not content, but less displeased to sit there and not say anything until she got bored and left like the girl was a dinosaur in Jurassic Park. Don’t move and it can’t see you. Yet that plan crumbled to bits when she reached out for a detached prong of the Portal device.

Far from the most volatile of bits she could’ve reached for but delicate nevertheless. Those legs of his kicked into gear and sent him flying across the room at the speed of don’t fucking touch that and he grabbed her wrists with a shockingly low amount of power. She could’ve very easily wriggled free should she have chosen to.

His heart was pounding in his chest almost hard enough to be heard echoing off the clear white walls and his already pale skin was pasty an clammy. And she’d only been there for thirty seconds or so.

Good start.

“Don’t,” He swallowed, caught his breath. “Don’t touch that. P-put that down. It’s dangerous. How did you get in here…?”

Startled by his sudden movements, Chell nearly dropped the item. She flinched when he grasped her wrists, though his grip was anything but tight. She stared at him, scanning his face for intent. He was still frightened. Strange. Why would it have taken him this long to adjust to her presence? Unless-

A look of annoyance spread across her face when he mentioned “dangerous.” How often had she heard that? Don’t do that; it’s dangerous! Don’t touch that; it’s dangerous! Don’t look at that; it’s dangerous! She’d had it up to here with the “it’s dangerous” excuse.

She raised an eyebrow, as if challenging that statement and ignoring his question. With a quick jerk of her arms, she freed herself from her captor, still possessing the item. Swiftly, she moved to a safe distance away. Everything, from the moment she entered the lab until now, flooded her mind.

Judging from his responses, she’d have to either convince him to trust her or find a different scientist. She doubted the first option would be easy, but the latter one was even less likely to occur.

Her mind flitted across what she’d observed about the man as she cradled the object in her hands. How could she convince him that he needed her, that she was essential to his success? She recalled the fear written across his face. Perhaps she’d just have to settle for that. Maybe if she couldn’t convince him to let her help, she could intimidate him to let her help.

Convincing him would have been her first choice, but it now appeared as though intimidation had a much greater chance of transpiring. Still, she realized she’d need to convince him she could handle herself in a lab. Armed with both methods, she might have a chance at achieving her goal.

Chell raced to one of the tables, quickly skimming the pages of open books lying there. She recognized some of the symbols in the equations, but didn’t understand most of it. Feeling as though she’d lingered there too long, she cut across the room and surveyed another surface. This time, it was a workbench filled with tools and other various odds-and-ends.

[arguablyalive]

This was a triumph

[litterbot]

Reblog if your icon can kick your ass

[arguablyalive]

Hello, and again, welcome…

[arguablyalive]

Sometimes you just have to put on a robot mask and pretend to threaten invisible test subjects

[infiniteinstance]

LabAssistant [Starter for apertureratt]

[infiniteinstance]

apertureratt

Bring Your Daughter to Work Day was never a good sign. Nor was Bring YourAnything to Work Day when it came to moral standings, but…kids in particular didn’t mix well with Aperture. Doug took care to avoid them. He knew the tour routes not by hear but well enough to steer clear. They were primarily on the other side of the lab, far away from AI where his office and assigned workshops were.

His choice of restricted location - as marked by all-caps as many times as possible on and around the entrance - was not entirely due to the projects at hand. It was due to a desperate need to avoid the hoards of children now pouring through the halls.

The workshop was a decent size but so filled with shelves, tables, tools, papers, and various half-finished designs that it seemed one-third its real volume. Doug was the only person working there at the moment.

His ears were fine-tuned to movement but a combination of elements kept him from noticing the escaped girl until it was too late: one, his focus on his work, and two, denial that what he was hearing was real or important. That being said, when she felt the need to loudly introduce her presence, he shrieked.

What was a child doing here!? Here of all places? How did she even get in, did no one notice her? Doug’s back slammed into the wall in his knee-jerk effort to get away from the sudden noise and he stared at her like she was a lioness escaped from the zoo.

“I’m–” He tried to answer, stopped to catch his breath. Re-considered actually answering her. “What are you doing here? This part of the lab is dangerous. D-don’t you have a group you should be with?” And a supervising adult who wasn’t him?

Chell stared at the man as if he’d lost his mind. This was not the response she’d expected. Had she considered her actions more carefully, she’d have realized surprise was a foreseeable consequence. Still, this went well beyond surprise. This crossed over into another, far more powerful emotion: fear.

She studied his features, noting the look of terror in his eyes. In the back of her mind, she analyzed this information for anything she could use to her advantage. In the front of her mind, she recognized an increasingly stagnant situation. As things were, she wasn’t getting any answers and was no closer to completing her mission. Replying wouldn’t help, so she remained silent.

The lioness focused her attention back to the table and the item the man had been working on. Reaching for the object, she carefully picked it up and examined it.

[infiniteinstance]

To Everyone

Chell may want to RP with you, but (as any Chellmun knows) she has a tendency to stare at an empty askbox for hours, unable to generate the words to express what she intends &/or is too uncomfortable with breaking the silence. 

Therefore, if you want to RP with me (or any Chell), please DON’T WAIT FOR HER TO BE THE FIRST ONE TO TALK or make contact. It’s likely she won’t. So, please, please don’t be afraid to jump into her askbox or send her a message.

Although I can’t speak for every mun or case, it’s likely that she won’t attempt to harm* you for simply talking to her. 

So if you’re lurking in my followers section & would like to RP, but are waiting for me to notice you: GUESS WHAT? I’ve noticed you.

I currently have 3 followers (Tumblr says 4, but one of them must’ve been deleted). Please, don’t be shy or we may never thread, and that would be sad. :(

If you’re not following me, but would still like to thread, you’re invited to send me an ask or a message as well. c: I don’t bite, unless I have a good reason. ;)

*Special exceptions may apply.

[wannabeanimator]

First look at DreamWorks’ Boss Baby (2017) (x)

[jumpsuitedmonster-deactivated20]

I can’t believe Cave Johnson is getting an origin story. 

[infiniteinstance]

LabAssistant [Starter for apertureratt]

It had been a long morning and Chell was more than ready to enact her plan. She’d decided that this year’s Bring Your Daughter to Work Day would be the day. The day she would finally make her parents proud. They were working today in one of the bio-labs. As long as she stayed away from there, she’d be fine. Imagine their surprise when they discovered their daughter had helped one of the other scientists make a breakthrough and maybe even win the Nobel Prize.

Yes, she’d have to make sure she stayed away from their labs as they would probably try to stop her before she could show them that she was good enough for them. No, she had to do this in a different lab, preferably one towards another end of the expansive complex. When her parents dropped her off in the tour room, she’d acted the way she had on all prior BYDTWDs to avoid arousing suspicions. Normally, she enjoyed the tour, but today it seemed excruciatingly long. The group leader had finally led them near some labs, ones that weren’t terribly close to the bio-labs. 

Chell grinned. This was her chance. Observing the guide’s habits had proved to be helpful in her escape as she quietly slipped away from the rest of the group. Down various corridors she went until she arrived at one with a door and a sign that read “WARNING! RESTRICTED AREA: AUTHORIZED PERSONELL ONLY.” Perfect.

She hid under a nearby hall desk as the door opened. Boots walked by but didn’t seem to notice her. Quickly, she slipped through the door just as it slid closed. Finally, she reached a door that appeared to be a laboratory entrance. She stealthily opened the door and entered the room, closing it softly behind her. Over at a far table, a man was busy working on something. She crept up to him, keeping out of sight until she appeared just to his left. She leaned in to look at his work.

“What are you doing?”

[infiniteinstance]

To @apertureratt

Happy Birthday!

[killscreen]

Tron and its lasting vision of cyberspace

[infiniteinstance]

Asymmetry [Starter with ArguablyAlive]

The woman stared hard at the ledge ahead of her. Down out of sight, a blue-edged gateway beckoned. Although she’d practiced this particular maneuver dozens of times before, it always required a high level of accuracy. Focusing all of her energy on her goal, Chell charged toward the precipice and the portal below. There was a bright flash in the event horizon just as she passed through. The small figure that emerged screamed as she sailed through the air, landing hard against the far wall.

Stunned, she stood for a moment, blinking away tears, fighting the urge to cry. Everything was unfamiliar. Nothing made sense. Suddenly, she felt very alone. Even more alone than she usually did. Wiping her face on her shoulder, she looked around. The room was mostly empty and oddly-shaped with some strange shapes in it.

“Hello?” She called timidly. “Is anybody there?”

[infiniteinstance]

Terminator Crossover with ArguablyAlive

[infiniteinstance]

arguablyalive

Cores. GLaDOS was startled by the word, and then even more startled by the explanation. Chell had been quiet for so long that she had almost started to assume that the woman was actually mute, though there appeared to be no medical reason behind it. That she had chosen to speak at this time, on this subject, was significant. GLaDOS filed it away to be ruminated on later.

Chell had reached the more easily monitored area of the facility. GLaDOS activated what cameras and sensors she could spare power for to track the woman’s movements.

“I’m sorry,” GLaDOS couldn’t keep the struggle out of her voice, “I can’t divert any more power from the defense perimeter, in order to clear out the chambers. You’ll jut have to test through. Good luck.”

Chell sighed. She’d figured as much. At least this time she could assume with a reasonable amount of assurance that GLaDOS had no intentions of killing her this time. After all, the evidence this far seemed to support GLaDOS’ position. Still, she had reservations about trusting the Computer fully. And GLaDOS had been known to manipulate the environment in such a way as to hide what she didn’t want you to see. Regardless, GLaDOS was right about one thing: Chell did stand a better chance of survival inside, particularly if/when GLaDOS wasn’t actively trying to kill her. Why the sudden generosity? Chell already knew the answer in her heart. It was the same reason she’d agreed to return. The same thing that had kept her on her course. The thing that had prevented her from running away blindly (likely to her death). They needed each other. Chell was struggling on her own and knew she wouldn’t have lasted much longer out there. As she recalled GLaDOS’ words and the desperation in her voice, she knew GLaDOS must’ve been facing a similar struggle. In short, they were each other’s best hope for survival.

Chell tested through several chambers, grateful that many of them were easy and took little time to complete. After several, more challenging chambers, she arrived in GLaDOS’ room. She raced over to the large, swinging computer. Unknown to her, the Skynet machines had just reached the first test chamber.