We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Slenn]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Since I was the accuser and witness in that trial, yes, I know all about it."

 

[Zepherus14]

[color=Stereotypical spanish guy who doesn't know how to dance][/color]

 

[Chungus]

[color=edc393]"So it already happened? Alright."[/color] Sam responded, then took a step back. [color=edc393]"One moment."[/color] Bringing a hand to the side of his helmet, Sam pressed and held one of the two buttons, muting the speaker. [color=edc393]"So. Anything else we need to know, here?"[/color] Sam asked Elm over the radio now that the speaker was muted, holding the pose, stiffly.

"It would be good to know about how these people are watching their movement. But don't push it, if they're not open, leave it be." Elm instructed.

[color=edc393]"Sure."[/color] Sam made a brief recording wherein he captured the writing on the sheet of paper, stopping it when he captured what he needed. Then, he pressed and held the button again, unmuting the speaker. [color=edc393]"A few more things before I'm done here. Why are you tracking our movement, exactly?"[/color]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Because you might be a crazed interdimensional terrorist trying to blow up the Earth. But, mostly, we just do it so we know when and where people with bounties on their heads show up, and you got picked up accidentally." the man explained. "Why are you coming and going from this universe every ten minutes?"

 

[Chungus]

[color=edc393]"I can't really say."[/color] Sam responded, shrugging with his arms held out to the side, the elbows bent at roughly a 45 degree angle. [color=edc393]"It's all very cloak and dagger buisiness."[/color] He added, then paused as he lowered his arms. [color=edc393]"Anyway. Don't suppose you'd be willing to tell how this machine of yours works?"[/color]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"I would not."

 

[Slenn]

Sara materialized Gluon and from the blade showed a hologram. It displayed the quantities as well as the atomic structure of the metal alloys used in Dave's ship.

 

[Chungus]

[color=edc393]"Thought so."[/color] Sam said casually. [color=edc393]"Well. Guess I'll be heading out, then. Thanks for the pointers."[/color] With that said, Sam left the bounty store.

 

[Zepherus14]

The man looked over the forms that Sara had, looking back to the two, and then looking back to the forms. [color=Stereotypical spanish guy who doesn't know how to dance][/color]

 

[Slenn]

 

[Zepherus14]

[color=Stereotypical spanish guy who doesn't know how to dance][/color] The man agreed before leading the two towards the supply area. There would be various different qualities and alloys available, all in easy to work rods.

 

[Slenn]

Sara pulled out the cash that they had received from their satchel. Knowing that they would've been traveling across the globe, Sara had them exchange part of their money for Euros back when they were at XCOM.

 

[Zepherus14]

The transaction would be done, and paid for. The man would happily show the ladies where the foundry was, and the process in which this particular one was run as well as part of the safety training. Once he was done he would ask if there were any more questions.

 

[Slenn]

OOC: Well that was fast!

And Gwen displayed the number, on a hologram, they could be reached at with the phones of today. They had adapted their computers to work off of the cell system used for cellular phones.

 

[Zepherus14]

OoC: They are experts in safety training!

[color=Stereotypical spanish guy who doesn't know how to dance][/color] He nodded writing down the contact info. [color=Stereotypical spanish guy who doesn't know how to dance]"Will there be anything else?"[/color]

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"The mana you use to perform your magic is a form of energy, correct? If so, there should be some way to transfer and store it." Samus pointed out.

 

[Slenn]

 

[Chungus]

Once he left the bounty store, Sam looked around the street for Elm. [color=edc393]"Where've you run off to?"[/color] He asked as he walked further out onto the street.

"Behind you." Elm responded, starting the jet-bike's hover engine and rising up. "Head down the street, turn left, then the next right. I'll pick you up there." It instructed.

While following Elm's directions, Sam muted the speaker again, asking, [color=edc393]"So. You've heard what I got back there. Any plans?"[/color]

"Considdering it's the only lead we've got that doesn't involve getting shot at, we should find this UN." Elm responded as it slowly hovered towards the rendevouz point. "Do you know where to find this organisation?"

Sam thought for a while, then responded with, [color=edc393]"I know what city one of their offices is in on my world. I can't garuantee it would be the same on this one, though."[/color] He explained, then paused. [color=edc393]"If you ask me? I think we should just lim ourselves opening one of those portals and post it on the internet. That should get their attention, and make them come to us. Much easier."[/color]

"And also the exact opposite of being covert." Elm responded, then paused. "We might do this if there's really no alternative, and if command allows it."

 

[Demonjazz]

I woke up. I hated waking up. Always woke up with a hangover. I went into the kitchen and got myself a cold breakfast. It was better than anything I ate in the last five weeks. I made myself some coffee. Put scotch in it again. Shaved my face again. Took a shower again. Is this what my life was destined too be? Doing the same thing over and over again everyday. I missed the city already. Stuff happened there. After the shock factor of everything, I noticed how boring life was here. I ended up drinking the past days just too waste time. I never had this much free time before. I needed a hobby. I sat back in my chair in the kitchen and lit up another cigarette.