*The group trudges in, half dragging themselves into the lounge and collapsing on the floor with their limbs flailed about haphazardly . In case those in the audience are wondering who "the group" is, they are Rufus, Sephiroth, Reno, Tifa, Cloud, Aeris, Tseng, Elena*
Demosthenes: *standing with her hands on her hips making a face at them from the doorway of the lounge* "Come on, you guys! Get back out here and do the HTML for me. That's what I pay you to do, not act like dead bodies."
Cloud: "No you don't. You don't pay us at all. We only get the occasional break to sit in this lounge."
Demosthenes: "Okay, so that's what I give you breaks for."
Reno: "Which we're taking advantage of right now." *grabs a leftover drink from earlier left on the coffee table and takes a sip of is casually*
Demosthenes: "...I hate you. Fine, take your little "lounge time," but you're going to regret it when you have to spend the night here catching up on your own work." *turns on heel and stalks out of the room*
Reno: *spits out the drink as soon as she leaves* "How long has that beer been sitting there?"
Aeris: "Um, I don't think that was beer..."
Reno: "Ooookay. I'm not gonna ask. It's probably better if I don't in the long run."
Cloud: *peeking out the door* "Guys, she's gone. It's time for Operation: Control to get underway."
Elena: "Operation: Control?"
Rufus: *stands up from where he collapsed on an armchair earlier* "A plan Cloud, Tseng, and myself have been working on since our entrapment at the hands of Demosthenes. I -- I mean, WE'RE taking this site over. No more webmaster, no more work by us, and most importantly no more physical abuse at her hands. There's a control room somewhere in this site, a place which connects the real world to this prison. The plan goes as follows: We make our way to the control room and delete the barriers put in place to hold her power over us."
Tseng: *nods at Rufus, then steps forward* I know I can count on my Turks. There's no room for mistakes, so don't attempt any mercy missons if you see your companions throughout the site. If they aren't in this room, they're a security risk. Demosthenes can control them like puppets if they aren't in this room."
Aeris: "How come you didn't tell us this beforehand?"
Cloud: "Unnecessary risk. If we told you, there was always the possibility that it could slip. The less who knew about it, the safer it was. Sorry, Aeris."
Tifa: "Thre's no time for apologies to friends! We're wasting time, and we have to finish this like we did to Shinra!"
Rufus: *rolls his eyes* "And let me tell you, that was a WHOLE lot of fun for me."
Tifa: "Oh hush!"
Tseng: *turns to the shadowy figure sitting in the corner* "So, Sephiroth, are you with us or against us?"
Sephiroth: *lifts his head up and smirks, followed by a menacing chuckle* "I think you know as well as I that it is time for our 'benefactor' to become 'one with the planet.' "
Cloud: "Ladies and gentlemen, our time has come. Whoever we meet out there on the battlefield is not our friend, but an enemy in disguise."
Elena: *whispers to tseng* "Personally, I think he's taking this leader thing a little too far..."
Tseng: *whispers back* "Just humor him."
*The group sneaks stealthily into the halls, looking side to side down the halls. What awaits them is the sight of six doors, each of which looks identical to the next except for the one directly across from them which merely looks like a broom closet.*
Reno: "I'll bet you anything it's the one right across from us."
Elena: "Well, apparently the crack shipment arrived today."
Reno: "Ha-ha. Oh, and did I mention, ha."
Tseng: "Quite bickering, you two."
Cloud: "Okay, we have to split up. Some of us will be in groups, other will be alone. Aeris and Tifa will go in the first door, and I'll go in the next. The rest of you can decide amongst yourselves."
*The three Avalanchers head off, leaving the other standing there.*
Sephiroth: "I'm off." *he walks through the third door by himself*
Reno: "In more ways than one."
Tseng: "I assume you'll investigate along with him, Mr. President?"
Rufus: "You assumed correctly." *he opens the same door and enters*
Tseng: "Now for the Turk assignments. Elena will come with me-"
Reno: *mutters under his breath* "Like she doesn't already."
Tseng: "-and Reno will stand out here to guard in case of Demosthenes."
*The two Turks enter the fifth room, leaving the redhead Turk out alone*
Reno: "And I'm out here. Alone. All by myself. Man, I am so going to be the first to die."
Meanwhile...
Aeris: *clutching her hands over her ears* "I...I can hear the calls of the Planet. They're in pain. Misrepresentation of characters? I'm sorry, I don't understand."
Tifa: "Aeris, do you have any idea where we are?"
Aeris: "No, not really."
Tifa: "Put it all together. The screams of the planet, the large columes of text. We're in a..."
Both: "Fanfic library!"
Yuffie: "Too bad it's the last thing you're going to see."
In the second room...
Cloud: "Is this the control room?" *scrolls down at his console in the room a little bit more before shaking his head. "Nope, wrong there. An amazing record of updates, though...After we're done, I'm sure the others would like to see this."
Voice: "You'll never get to tell them."
Cloud: *whirls around* "Vincent? Is that you? I thought we were friends!"
Vincent: *walks forward, leveling his gun calmly at his former leader* "Key word there is 'were.' " *he shakes his head wildly, his hand shaking ashe lower his gun.* "The darkness seeks to envelope me once more! Get out while you can."
Cloud: "Vincent!"
Vincent: "Too late."
Third room...
Rufus: "Well, well, well...what have we here? Character Analysis? Looks like Demosthenes hasn't gotten very far. Kind of creepy in a Hojo kind of way. Er, no offense to your genetic pool, Sephiroth."
Sephiroth: "None taken. He was merely a tool to be used. But that is neither here nor there. We must find the control room."
Rufus: "I don't think it's here. Let's get back out and see if the others' have had any luck." *tries to open the door* "It's stuck."
Sephiroth: "Pathetic weakling. You're not pulling hard enough." *tries to pull, but to no avail it won't open* "Damn."
Red XIII: *slinking out of the shadows, the feline growls at them* "You are a foolish breed to think escape would be offered to you."
Sephiroth: *slowly drawing his sword* "I've waited a long time to use this...today is as good a day as any. Prepare to die."
And finally the fourth room...
Elena: "Oh Tseng, do you really think this isn't the control room?"
Tseng: "According to the records, it's just some personal log of the history of this site. Pretty worthless on the whole."
Elena: "Damn. And I thought we were so close too."
Male voice: "You were. Too close, in fact."
*Both turn around and stare in shock at the person who the voice is coming from...Rude!*
Elena: "Rude! You had better stand back, we're armed and know you're controlled by Demosthenes now. We're going to find the control room an-"
Tseng: "Elena, you talk too much."
Elena: *blushes* "Sorry, sir."
Tseng: "Sorry, old friend. We have to do what we have to do."
And back in the hallway...
Reno: "Damn, damn, damn, damn, da-"
*Reno stops cursing for a moment as he hears footsteps down the hall. A female voice is half mumbling something. The voice is one he recognizes, it being Demosthenes's. His eyes landing on the broom closet door, he jumps inside it just as she appears withing sight.*
Demosthenes: "This isn't good. This really isn't good. If they get to the control room..well, I just won't let them. I've been doing a pretty good job at that. Okay, time to baracade the individual doors."
*As her footsteps dissapear, Reno lets out a sigh of relief. However, as he turns his back to the door that sigh is choked off. This room is no broom closet. A large console at the back of the room seems to beckon to him*
Reno: "The control room!"
*Views of the different room can be seen on six different windows popped up along the huge computer screen. He can see the fights between the combatents, and pressing a few well marked buttons the fellow plotters of overthrowing the webmaster are teleported to the control room*
Rufus: "What the-?"
Cloud: "Where are we?"
Reno: *smirks* "Told you it was the broom closet. Welcome, kiddies, to the control room."
Demosthenes: *barging into the control room, she almost hisses as she sees her minions by the computer. Then the realization dawns upon her* "Oh shit..."
Reno: *still smirking* "We're moving in, love. And there's nothing you can do about it."
Demosthenes: I'm in big trouble, aren't I? Once more, I don't own any of the characters...any semblance I had of that even within my own site is lost now. Don't sue me, I don't have any money. I'm just a high chool student without a job.