((I'm... probably gonna have to explain this OOC later, aren't I?))
Citrusella lay out her plan; it was very well designed, if she did say so herself.
Huh. She never thought this clearly when this code was doing its work. Meh, she supposed she could look into it after everything was said and done. Or just done.
She'd deal with that little virus first. She had it written to decimate him entirely--no trace. She just needed to find the code box first...
Next would be anyone who'd ever called her "just" a palette swap... and her two conflicting memory sets couldn't choose if a... certain... racer was at the beginning or end. But then... she'd also need to go deal with some people outside the game... no matter, she'd go for them last.
Hmm... there were so many people on the list; she wondered how long it would take. Probably best to start now, to be sure it was all done by the time the arcade opened.
She waltzed down to the throne room and snuck inside, following the path to the code room...
But she stopped in her tracks when she saw the door was open, a certain Nintendo doctor inside...
...touching her code box!
Citrusella hadn't considered her mun, who was practically god-level herself, and who placed a call to the one person who couldn't refuse.
Dr. Mario had had a warning--and a tag on his code to make sure he didn't break the warning terms--levered against him several months ago for illegal psycodelogical modifications he had meant to improve the quality of life of those who had taken them on... but it had really kind of ruined them instead. He had never had a license to practice psycodelogy, and therefore the warning, being to suspend his ability to take on new clients and to not practice those fields in which he was not certified, had not been lifted.
But he had a soft spot for Citrusella, and he felt he needed to do what was right... even if he didn't understand how it would actually affect her.
Citrusella's eyes narrowed as she aimed her gun.
The doctor looked back with concerned contempt as he cut one side of the lines he was looking at.
Citrusella gasped and stuttered as her avatar reset and tried to run through her startup code but kept erroring before resetting again, effectively trapping her in an infinite loop.
And as he cut the other end, she couldn't take it anymore and she shut down.
Suddenly the room glowed in blue as if reserving power... and as it dimmed, Surge was floating in front of Mario.
"Dr. Mario, you are under arrest for the crime of illegal code modification outside of your areas of expertise. You are to stop practicing all forms of medicine not essential to your cabinet's gameplay immediately, and you will receive a summons to judge whether or not your medicode license should be stripped entirely and permanently. If I do not detect you leaving Sugar Rush and returning to your own game within the hour, authorities will be alerted within the game you are in at that time, and you will be removed. I have already contacted medical authorities in-cabinet to deal with the swap." He gave a hard, unfeeling stare before disappearing, the code well surging with power once more as he dematerialized and exited the game's circuits.
Dr. Mario, downtrodden, left the game and returned to his own, not even noticing the atmosphere change in the station since he'd entered Sugar Rush.
