Samus looked at the brew, then to the building the crooks were hiding in. She looked back to Quimby, taking off her helmet. "If were will be waiting, then it is a good idea to stay energised."
We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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Bruce would find no way out but the way he'd come in. If he returned there, he would see the lift had been taken, and he now had no way to leave.
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Don sighed. "Yes, yes, we decided to steal a person we never heard of before purely because he's interesting. Look, if you're worried about us recording you, you can forget it. We're not an entertainment company. We won't even record you visually, if that calms you down. And you can leave if you want, but you'll be stuck out there, in a trailer, with one of the coldest winters in Britain nipping at you. Or you could stay in our dormitories, have a nice bed, three hot meals, and people who are going through the same thing to talk to."
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Quimbly smiled, and held it out, sipping his own cup. "Ah, yup, its a good way to stay awake. Gonna be a long wait too. Mind telling us a story or two? since you travel so much."
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Don sighed. "Yes, yes, we decided to steal a person we never heard of before purely because he's interesting. Look, if you're worried about us recording you, you can forget it. We're not an entertainment company. We won't even record you visually, if that calms you down. And you can leave if you want, but you'll be stuck out there, in a trailer, with one of the coldest winters in Britain nipping at you. Or you could stay in our dormitories, have a nice bed, three hot meals, and people who are going through the same thing to talk to."
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Quimbly smiled, and held it out, sipping his own cup. "Ah, yup, its a good way to stay awake. Gonna be a long wait too. Mind telling us a story or two? since you travel so much."
Samus took the cup in her free hand, trying it. "...this is good." She made a mental note to scan it later and find out the recipe. When Quimby brought up stories, she didn't really know what to say. "...I've never really talked to anyone about my missions, apart from in debriefing logs..."
After a while of walking around the imediate area surrounding the temple, taking in the sighs of the various people and how they dressed, the architecture of the buildings in the area, vehicles that drove by and other such things, Gideon glanced to a the clock on his phone. Well. They should be finished with their meal right about now.
Stopping every once in a while to glance at the map, Gideon eventually made his way back to the temple, and seeing Amelia outside, gave a small wave towards her.
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"Uh-huh. Whole deal here's still a little sketchy, if you ask me. But I'll get back to ya." Etemon replied after a brief moment of silence, during which he rubbed his chin. "Gotta tell my roadie what's what here anyway." With that said, Etemon turned around, and left the WAOA building, returning to the trailer and pounding on the side. "I'm back! Open up." He called out.
Stopping every once in a while to glance at the map, Gideon eventually made his way back to the temple, and seeing Amelia outside, gave a small wave towards her.
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"Uh-huh. Whole deal here's still a little sketchy, if you ask me. But I'll get back to ya." Etemon replied after a brief moment of silence, during which he rubbed his chin. "Gotta tell my roadie what's what here anyway." With that said, Etemon turned around, and left the WAOA building, returning to the trailer and pounding on the side. "I'm back! Open up." He called out.
Don watched Etemon leave, and collapsed on the table, swinging hard and punching the table. Sighing in defeat, he sat back on the table, letting actual irritation show. "Two days, and they've just about made me crazy already... Jesus christ, they may be here for months... Come on now Donny, suck it up, you knew what you were getting into..." he rubbed his nose, and took back on the look a professional diplomat.
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Quimby nodded, looking sympathetic. "If you'd like, I could share a story or two. We'll be here for a while after all."
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Quimby nodded, looking sympathetic. "If you'd like, I could share a story or two. We'll be here for a while after all."
"Hey." Gideon greeted as he approached Amelia, glancing over her dirtied uniform before looking back up to her face. "Looks like they put you to work already, huh? Makes me glad I didn't volenteer to be their gardener."
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Hearing Etemon call out, and seeing him on the camera feed, Gazimon shot up from the seat, and rushed over to the button to open the trailer, hitting it. Once the door slid up, Etemon hopped inside, after which Gazimon closed the door again. [color=A5ADC0]"How'd it go?"[/color] Gazimon asked, looking up to Etemon.
"Well, sonny. We're in a bit of a pickle here. We've somehow been taken to the human world."
[color=A5ADC0]"Uhh..."[/color] Gazimon began, not entirely sure how to reply. [color=A5ADC0]"Ho--"[/color]
"That's not important right now. Learn to prioritise, sonny." Etemon said, cutting Gazimon off. "How're the systems doin' here? Give it to me straight."
Gazimon blew a sigh, and walked back to the terminal. [color=A5ADC0]"Everything's normal, except that we've lost connection to the dark network entirely. Not suprising, if we've jumped to another world, I guess..."[/color]
"Well, that's just fine. If everything else's A-okay, then we'll just have to make a shiny new dark network right here. And with it, we'll find a way back home-ways ourselves. Etemon said with a toothy grin, sitting back down at the back of the trailer. "Get to it! I want my new dark network on the double! Right now! Pronto! And other words like that that basically mean the same thing."
sitting back down infront of the terminal, Gazimon scratched his cheeck with a single nail, looking uncertain at Etemon's plan. [color=A5ADC0]"Uhh... Etemon, sir? I... don't think that's a very good idea. Something that big that sudden is bound to be picked up by someone, and they might not exactly like it. So... maybe we should just take over something small, and work our way up from there?"[/color]
"You gotta think big in this business, sonny. But I see you point..." Etemon commented, looking up to the ceiling, and rubbing his chin. "Alright, you go do your thing, Gazimon. Real ninja-like, uh-huh."
[color=A5ADC0]"Aye-aye, boss!"[/color] Gazimon exclaimed as he turned back to the screens, started the engine of the trailer, and driving off.
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Hearing Etemon call out, and seeing him on the camera feed, Gazimon shot up from the seat, and rushed over to the button to open the trailer, hitting it. Once the door slid up, Etemon hopped inside, after which Gazimon closed the door again. [color=A5ADC0]"How'd it go?"[/color] Gazimon asked, looking up to Etemon.
"Well, sonny. We're in a bit of a pickle here. We've somehow been taken to the human world."
[color=A5ADC0]"Uhh..."[/color] Gazimon began, not entirely sure how to reply. [color=A5ADC0]"Ho--"[/color]
"That's not important right now. Learn to prioritise, sonny." Etemon said, cutting Gazimon off. "How're the systems doin' here? Give it to me straight."
Gazimon blew a sigh, and walked back to the terminal. [color=A5ADC0]"Everything's normal, except that we've lost connection to the dark network entirely. Not suprising, if we've jumped to another world, I guess..."[/color]
"Well, that's just fine. If everything else's A-okay, then we'll just have to make a shiny new dark network right here. And with it, we'll find a way back home-ways ourselves. Etemon said with a toothy grin, sitting back down at the back of the trailer. "Get to it! I want my new dark network on the double! Right now! Pronto! And other words like that that basically mean the same thing."
sitting back down infront of the terminal, Gazimon scratched his cheeck with a single nail, looking uncertain at Etemon's plan. [color=A5ADC0]"Uhh... Etemon, sir? I... don't think that's a very good idea. Something that big that sudden is bound to be picked up by someone, and they might not exactly like it. So... maybe we should just take over something small, and work our way up from there?"[/color]
"You gotta think big in this business, sonny. But I see you point..." Etemon commented, looking up to the ceiling, and rubbing his chin. "Alright, you go do your thing, Gazimon. Real ninja-like, uh-huh."
[color=A5ADC0]"Aye-aye, boss!"[/color] Gazimon exclaimed as he turned back to the screens, started the engine of the trailer, and driving off.
[color=ff7777] "I-It was more m-me taking initiative..." [/color] Amelia said, scratching behind one of her horns. [color=ff7777] "Since y-you already took t-that handyman part... I didn't really h-have much choice..." [/color] As she retracted her hand, she noticed a bit of dirt had found its way onto them. She frowned a little more as she wiped it off on her already grimed-up uniform. [color=ff7777] "Actually... I-I think I should take a shower... I was gonna look for a-a-another job, but I guess th-that can wait until tomorrow...." [/color] She mused, mainly to herself, as she began to turn back.
"You didn't have to get to work straight away, though." Gideon responded with a small shrug. When Amelia mentioned taking a shower, Gideon. "A shower wouldn't do you much good without some fresh clothes to change into after. And all the people here I've seen so far were men, so asking if you could borrow any won't do you much good there."
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After driving for a short while, the trailer came to a stop infront of a trafic light, and while waiting for the light to turn green, Gazimon opened a browser using wifi, and looked up a map of the area. [color=A5ADC0]Hmm... Now let's see here...[/color]
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After driving for a short while, the trailer came to a stop infront of a trafic light, and while waiting for the light to turn green, Gazimon opened a browser using wifi, and looked up a map of the area. [color=A5ADC0]Hmm... Now let's see here...[/color]
Amelia sighed a bit. [color=ff7777] "It's better to start e-early. That way, e-even if I screw up... They w-won't be so harsh on me..." [/color] Looking at her clothes, she sighed a little more. [color=ff7777] "...I'll just have to d-d-deal with it then. I don't really have any m-money on me..." [/color] She turned back to the temple and moved to get ready to sleep.
Gazimon would recieve no trouble as he left, although he might hear a hollow thunk as a soldier patted his trailer as it passed. The ones standing there looked to Etemon, waiting for him to move so they could follow him into the WAOA building.
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Quimby sat back, humming. "Alright, how about I tell you the time I had to chase a guy through the market? Or maybe I could tell you about the sloshed Vorchan diplomat..."
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Quimby sat back, humming. "Alright, how about I tell you the time I had to chase a guy through the market? Or maybe I could tell you about the sloshed Vorchan diplomat..."
"Alright then. See you around." Gideon responded, waving Amelia off. Entering the temple after her, Gideon went to get Franky, and after Franky finished with testing transfering the functions of the phone to his bracelet, the two returned to the WAOA building where Franky dropped off the phone, then went his own way find a place to sleep. Gideon remained at the WAOA building to ask about where he could find a job center.
After learning what he needed to know, Gideon returned to his dorm in the temple, knowing that the job center would be closed. That's it for being productive today. Now I wait again... Can't wait until I've got myself a job... I can't stand the damn waiting.
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Hearing the thud on the side of the trailer, Gazimon cocked an eyebrow. [color=A5ADC0]"Uhh. I think that guy wants something, boss."[/color] he anounced.
"Right. They're still expectin' me to waltz on in there so they can take scans and what not." Etemon replied, adjusting his sunglasses. "Well, tough luck for them. I ain't trusting them one bit. Put me on the speaker."
[color=A5ADC0]"Yes sir!"[/color]
After Gazimon did what Etemon asked, a black wireless microphone manifested from pixels infront of Etemon. "Sorry, boys. I've gone changed my mind. We'll just take care of ourselves here. Thank you. Thank you very much." He said over a speaker located on the underside of the trailer.
Unless stopped, the trailer would make its way to a parking lot, where it would stay until dawn.
After learning what he needed to know, Gideon returned to his dorm in the temple, knowing that the job center would be closed. That's it for being productive today. Now I wait again... Can't wait until I've got myself a job... I can't stand the damn waiting.
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Hearing the thud on the side of the trailer, Gazimon cocked an eyebrow. [color=A5ADC0]"Uhh. I think that guy wants something, boss."[/color] he anounced.
"Right. They're still expectin' me to waltz on in there so they can take scans and what not." Etemon replied, adjusting his sunglasses. "Well, tough luck for them. I ain't trusting them one bit. Put me on the speaker."
[color=A5ADC0]"Yes sir!"[/color]
After Gazimon did what Etemon asked, a black wireless microphone manifested from pixels infront of Etemon. "Sorry, boys. I've gone changed my mind. We'll just take care of ourselves here. Thank you. Thank you very much." He said over a speaker located on the underside of the trailer.
Unless stopped, the trailer would make its way to a parking lot, where it would stay until dawn.
Fredrick was still asleep for now.
Mary was already up and awake, standing up straight and drinking tea. Most likely she was waiting for Fredrick to wake up, but was enjoying the small window of peace and quiet. "...." she wondered if anyone else was up and about.
Mary was already up and awake, standing up straight and drinking tea. Most likely she was waiting for Fredrick to wake up, but was enjoying the small window of peace and quiet. "...." she wondered if anyone else was up and about.
Eventually Seras wandered around and came across Mary. Seras gave the girl a wave and a smile, wondering if she should say anything, considering if Mary was deaf.
Mary waved back to Seras, putting down the cup and writing.
it read.
Code:
Good Morning Miss Seras, I trust you slept well?"...I slept well enough, thanks. What about you?" Seras said to Mary, not mentioning that she hadn't slept all night.
The troops would allow the trailer to head to a random parking lot, as one soldier reported to Don, Wheaton, and Sarah. Wheaton sighed in annoyance, Don grit his teeth, and Sarah simply nodded, dismissing the soldier. After he left, Sarah turned to Don. "Put together a team of your little misfits, and go clear that trailer out. Lethal force authorized."
Wheaton gasped at this. "Sarah! How could you say this? That man is displaced, and surely is simply
taking his time to consider us-"
Don interrupted. "No, she's right on this one. The guy drove off in a trailer we didn't look over. He could have anything stashed in there. I'll get a team out, but I want a drone in the air ready to blow that thing up if we fail and only piss them off. We'll be doing this like we just got confirmation the Taliban are back and have a tank battalion stored in that trailer."
"But Donatello, he's a sentient being!" Wheaton said, looking disgusted with the idea.
Don shrugged, looking helpless. "Nazi's were sentient beings dah, as were the Kor'krom that tried to invade siberia. We don't use sentience to blindingly ignore the fact that they could be planning on toppling anything, or doing whatever they'd like willfully. That soldier did us a smart thing planting that tracking device on the trailer when he patted it, and now they've moved into an area where we can be a bit less scrupulous in putting the spurs on them."
Don sighed, and patted Wheaton's hands. "If it makes you feel better. I don't like the idea of doing this. Most of these interdimensionals seem like decent people, and I don't see anything like what happened in the sixth event happening with this one. But these two might be just that, and we have to act to keep it from repeating all over again."
Wheaton sighed. "We still haven't told them anything. This is just WRONG Sarah, wrong to hold them like this and lie to them as if the quarantine means anything."
Sarah nodded. "If we thought it were right, we'd be doing much worse in the sake of protection. I'm sorry sir, but this is the way things need to be in this world. it isn't ideal, and we know it."
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the night would pass quietly, and (barring most creatures of the night, including most humans.) not a creature would be stirring, not even a mouse. the day broke, and with it an end on the quarantine of most people. It also was accompanied by the people in quarantine hearing the elevator stop on their floor, collect Emilia, Tyler and Jameson, and drop off 3 orks, one old and wizened and two wearing strange plating that seemed to be made from scraps, the shorter wearing armor with bright yellow markings, the other black armor. Rozlynn was behind them.
Wheaton gasped at this. "Sarah! How could you say this? That man is displaced, and surely is simply
taking his time to consider us-"
Don interrupted. "No, she's right on this one. The guy drove off in a trailer we didn't look over. He could have anything stashed in there. I'll get a team out, but I want a drone in the air ready to blow that thing up if we fail and only piss them off. We'll be doing this like we just got confirmation the Taliban are back and have a tank battalion stored in that trailer."
"But Donatello, he's a sentient being!" Wheaton said, looking disgusted with the idea.
Don shrugged, looking helpless. "Nazi's were sentient beings dah, as were the Kor'krom that tried to invade siberia. We don't use sentience to blindingly ignore the fact that they could be planning on toppling anything, or doing whatever they'd like willfully. That soldier did us a smart thing planting that tracking device on the trailer when he patted it, and now they've moved into an area where we can be a bit less scrupulous in putting the spurs on them."
Don sighed, and patted Wheaton's hands. "If it makes you feel better. I don't like the idea of doing this. Most of these interdimensionals seem like decent people, and I don't see anything like what happened in the sixth event happening with this one. But these two might be just that, and we have to act to keep it from repeating all over again."
Wheaton sighed. "We still haven't told them anything. This is just WRONG Sarah, wrong to hold them like this and lie to them as if the quarantine means anything."
Sarah nodded. "If we thought it were right, we'd be doing much worse in the sake of protection. I'm sorry sir, but this is the way things need to be in this world. it isn't ideal, and we know it."
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the night would pass quietly, and (barring most creatures of the night, including most humans.) not a creature would be stirring, not even a mouse. the day broke, and with it an end on the quarantine of most people. It also was accompanied by the people in quarantine hearing the elevator stop on their floor, collect Emilia, Tyler and Jameson, and drop off 3 orks, one old and wizened and two wearing strange plating that seemed to be made from scraps, the shorter wearing armor with bright yellow markings, the other black armor. Rozlynn was behind them.
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