Suddenly, just as Jet started to lose himself in boring smalltalk, explosions! Delighted, the Kenku turned towards the noise in the hope of seeing something cool.
A lot of running, scared people blocked his view. The kenku would've shown more patience towards the crowd if he wouldn't be pushing him their way. He stumbled, finally found his footing again and saved himself with a spirited jump onto the nearby table.
Jet looked over their heads towards the source of the explosion, but all he could make out was smoke. In one swift motion he pulled out his laser-repeater - it must've slipped his mind to leave it at the entrance.
With the motions of an adept gunslinger, he spun the gun around his finger, but just as he wanted to grab the grip again, someone bumped into the table.
The gun took this opportunity to flee, assisted by its partner in crime, gravity. It jumped out of Jet's gun and into the nearby punchbowl.
At least it gave Jet the perfect opportunity to curse in the Operators voice again.
After dropping a gun and then a four letter expletive, Jet wasted the time necessary to escape to fish in a punch bowl for said gun instead of doing a sensible thing like running or hiding.
A lot of running, scared people blocked his view. The kenku would've shown more patience towards the crowd if he wouldn't be pushing him their way. He stumbled, finally found his footing again and saved himself with a spirited jump onto the nearby table.
Jet looked over their heads towards the source of the explosion, but all he could make out was smoke. In one swift motion he pulled out his laser-repeater - it must've slipped his mind to leave it at the entrance.
With the motions of an adept gunslinger, he spun the gun around his finger, but just as he wanted to grab the grip again, someone bumped into the table.
The gun took this opportunity to flee, assisted by its partner in crime, gravity. It jumped out of Jet's gun and into the nearby punchbowl.
At least it gave Jet the perfect opportunity to curse in the Operators voice again.
After dropping a gun and then a four letter expletive, Jet wasted the time necessary to escape to fish in a punch bowl for said gun instead of doing a sensible thing like running or hiding.
((OOC: Nice.))
Tabby wrote:
"You guys were watching movies and trying on clothes," Tabby asked blinking. She looked down and was still in her jeans and t-shirt.
“Of course,” Matt replied. “Obviously, I had to start with the third Star Wars movie, Return of the Jedi. Not Revenge of the Jedi; apparently they’re going to change its name to Return of the Jedi. By the way, Shelley, I know what your Halloween costume for next year needs to be. You’ll need to grow your hair longer between now and then, though; long enough to put in a braid that hangs down in front of your shoulder.”
“What is it? Princess Leia with yet another hairstyle?” Shelley responded.
“Sorry, no comment at this time. You’ll have to wait until you see the movie,” said Matt.
“I get to choose my own Halloween costumes, thank you very much. But we’ll see,” said Shelley.
Hanley wrote:
"I hear there's a really good ice cream place near here. They have banana boats, grablesops, and a pan galactic milkshake. They even do that one weird ice cream with the uh... Spiders," she said awkwardly.
“Ewww…gross!” said Shelley. “I don’t like spiders, especially not in my ice cream. Or in their webs, either! Creepy, disgusting things!”
“Well if that’s the way you feel, then I’m not gonna introduce you to my pet tarantula, Shelob,” said Matt. “I like spiders. Not in my ice cream, though.”
Shelley noticed the little toaster-robot making its way through the crowd; apparently it had left its station at the door. She supposed it was finished coughing up campaign buttons; everybody who wanted one already had one. That reminded her that she was still holding the button the robot had dispensed to her. She looked at it doubtfully, as if it might decide to turn into one of those ice cream spiders at any time. The words ‘Vote Beeblebrox’ appeared on it above a close-up image of two heads. “I don’t get it; which one is Beeblebrox?” she asked, pronouncing the name correctly this time since she was reading it directly from the button. She pointed first at the left head, and then at the right. “This one, or this one?”
Matt looked at her button and said, “Ahh, I think I see the source of you confusion. Beeblebrox is this one…” Matt pointed to the head on the left. “…and this one,” he continued, pointing to the head on the right.
Shelley looked at Matt as if he had two heads, and then stated, “Well I’m not going to damage this fancy dress by putting a couple of pinholes in it. You told me I should bring a towel for some reason, so I’ll just pin it to that.” Shelley reached into her purse and withdrew a small yellow towel embroidered with black thread to spell out three words. She draped the towel around the back of her neck so that its ends would hang down in front of her shoulders like some kind of stole, and pinned the ‘Vote Beeblebrox’ button to it.
Matt gave her a puzzled look. “Why does you towel have the words ‘the terrible towel’ on it?”
“It’s a Pittsburgh thing. You wouldn’t understand,” replied Shelley, taking pleasure in finally giving Matt a cryptic answer after all the ones he’d been giving her.
Shelley had been distracted by dealing with the towel and button, so she was surprised when she heard the voice of the toaster-robot addressing her and her companions. With a worried expression on her face, she took a couple of steps back from the robot and said, “You’re not going to explode again, are you?” She remembered the bang and smoke, and had no desire to repeat that incident. Fortunately, Hanley gave the robot an answer that seemed to satisfy it, and it rolled away.
Not long after that, there actually was an explosion, one not caused by the toasterbot. Shelley looked around in a panic, noticing that that weird doctor’s phone booth had made a re-appearance, and that there were several dark but unrecognizable shapes in the smoke that filled her with a sense of dread. “Alright, time to get out of here! We are leaving!” She grabbed Matt by the wrist and started pulling him toward the TARDIS, in much the same way that he’d pulled her away from it earlier. Not knowing what else to do, Matt followed along.
Matt looked at her button and said, “Ahh, I think I see the source of you confusion. Beeblebrox is this one…” Matt pointed to the head on the left. “…and this one,” he continued, pointing to the head on the right.
Shelley looked at Matt as if he had two heads, and then stated, “Well I’m not going to damage this fancy dress by putting a couple of pinholes in it. You told me I should bring a towel for some reason, so I’ll just pin it to that.” Shelley reached into her purse and withdrew a small yellow towel embroidered with black thread to spell out three words. She draped the towel around the back of her neck so that its ends would hang down in front of her shoulders like some kind of stole, and pinned the ‘Vote Beeblebrox’ button to it.
Matt gave her a puzzled look. “Why does you towel have the words ‘the terrible towel’ on it?”
“It’s a Pittsburgh thing. You wouldn’t understand,” replied Shelley, taking pleasure in finally giving Matt a cryptic answer after all the ones he’d been giving her.
U.N.I.T 352352336466-0001A wrote:
"Excuse me," it said. "Have you seen Operator 2248-43-42?"
Shelley had been distracted by dealing with the towel and button, so she was surprised when she heard the voice of the toaster-robot addressing her and her companions. With a worried expression on her face, she took a couple of steps back from the robot and said, “You’re not going to explode again, are you?” She remembered the bang and smoke, and had no desire to repeat that incident. Fortunately, Hanley gave the robot an answer that seemed to satisfy it, and it rolled away.
Not long after that, there actually was an explosion, one not caused by the toasterbot. Shelley looked around in a panic, noticing that that weird doctor’s phone booth had made a re-appearance, and that there were several dark but unrecognizable shapes in the smoke that filled her with a sense of dread. “Alright, time to get out of here! We are leaving!” She grabbed Matt by the wrist and started pulling him toward the TARDIS, in much the same way that he’d pulled her away from it earlier. Not knowing what else to do, Matt followed along.
Gary grabbed Tabby by the wrist at the same time that Shelley took hold of Matt. "Come on, Tabs! Exit, Stage Left," Gary cried pulling the red haired teen toward the TARDIS.
"Really? Snagglepus," Tabby asked as she took up the rear of the group and dashed past The Doctor, holding the doors open.
"No," Gary answered. "Rush!" Gary was referencing the band's second live album that had come out last fall.
"Touché," Tabby replied. She had quoted lyrics from the song "The Twilight's Zone" from Rush's 4th album 2112 a few minutes earlier.
As soon as Tabby was through the doors, The Doctor slammed them shut so no one else could follow and rushed to the control room.
"Really? Snagglepus," Tabby asked as she took up the rear of the group and dashed past The Doctor, holding the doors open.
"No," Gary answered. "Rush!" Gary was referencing the band's second live album that had come out last fall.
"Touché," Tabby replied. She had quoted lyrics from the song "The Twilight's Zone" from Rush's 4th album 2112 a few minutes earlier.
As soon as Tabby was through the doors, The Doctor slammed them shut so no one else could follow and rushed to the control room.
The Doctor ran to the center of the TARDIS. It was an all white room with a crystal-like structure in the center that bobbed up and down and made a strange whirring noise.
"Romana, get us out of here," The Doctor ordered a shorter blonde woman with a long scarf of her own.
"Course set for Tealcove, Texas, Earth, 1982," the small robotic dog next to her said. Using a telescoping arm from its nose, it pressed a button on the console as Romana frantically threw switches.
Outside, as things erupted into chaos, the light on top of the blue police box began to flash. It slowly faded away. A few aliens that had tried to run to it for safety stopped in the spot where it sat a moment early and looked around confused.
"Romana, get us out of here," The Doctor ordered a shorter blonde woman with a long scarf of her own.
"Course set for Tealcove, Texas, Earth, 1982," the small robotic dog next to her said. Using a telescoping arm from its nose, it pressed a button on the console as Romana frantically threw switches.
Outside, as things erupted into chaos, the light on top of the blue police box began to flash. It slowly faded away. A few aliens that had tried to run to it for safety stopped in the spot where it sat a moment early and looked around confused.
Hanley looked around and cursed. The explosion sounded nearby - very, very close. She dived for the nearest table, noting that the children seemed to be competently making it to cover, and smashed a tall glass for a makeshift weapon. Damn the security bots, she'd be protecting herself from whatever came out of the ground, sea, or skies, tonight.
A ringing, whooshing noise had occured, as a police box flashed away into spacetime; now time seemed to freeze, then rush out past its usual capacity. Milling guests and frantic android servers rushed and made their way to the exits; however, a few of the doors appeared to be bottlenecked. Unlike Hanley's bottle, which was just a jagged glass body at this point. Heh.
She made a casual review of the table. Should she make a Molotov cocktail? She considered. She comes her shop and its official headquarters, two clicks, danger; but she couldn't be sure the comm wasn't dead. It seemed fine, but the lines could be jammed, and the sensor button occasionally malfunctioned at some of the worst times. She wouldn't know until she got a message back, or not. She hoped her crew was alright, and not involved in any of this - reassuring as that would be.
She spread out her stance a little, planting her boots. On the spot, she prepared for a direct attack, and did her best to be ready for anything.
A ringing, whooshing noise had occured, as a police box flashed away into spacetime; now time seemed to freeze, then rush out past its usual capacity. Milling guests and frantic android servers rushed and made their way to the exits; however, a few of the doors appeared to be bottlenecked. Unlike Hanley's bottle, which was just a jagged glass body at this point. Heh.
She made a casual review of the table. Should she make a Molotov cocktail? She considered. She comes her shop and its official headquarters, two clicks, danger; but she couldn't be sure the comm wasn't dead. It seemed fine, but the lines could be jammed, and the sensor button occasionally malfunctioned at some of the worst times. She wouldn't know until she got a message back, or not. She hoped her crew was alright, and not involved in any of this - reassuring as that would be.
She spread out her stance a little, planting her boots. On the spot, she prepared for a direct attack, and did her best to be ready for anything.
As Yoo-nit watched The Operator try to wave off the being that was attempting to engage with her, a curious thing happened. Spontaneous combustion occurred somewhere on the other side of the room where Yoo-nit should be, but wasn't.
Curious, the little robot tilted its eyes to see a cloud of smoke. It then rotated its eyes downward to confirm that it had not made the cloud of smoke in question. This was a good thing, because the droid's next inquiry would be how a cloud of smoke it had created would be all the way over there.
At that moment, a blue box shaped vehicle appeared and several humanoids got in and then ceased to exist. When Yoo-nit rotated its eyes back to The Operator, she was no where to be found. It was if she had evaporated into the crowd and chaos.
"Um... mistress?" Yoo-nit inquired. It scanned the room but could find no trace of her.
Yoo-nit then spotted the bird person and captain lady that had been interacting with the other beings. Not knowing what else to do, Yoo-nit rolled toward them. Suddenly, there was gunfire and multiple beings through their arms, appendages or whatever body part(s) would be the equivalent thereof. Others laid facedown on the ground or went into their shells if they had them.
"Danger," The little droid announced stating the obvious as the red light on its head began to flash.
To be continued...
OOC: Thread closed.
Curious, the little robot tilted its eyes to see a cloud of smoke. It then rotated its eyes downward to confirm that it had not made the cloud of smoke in question. This was a good thing, because the droid's next inquiry would be how a cloud of smoke it had created would be all the way over there.
At that moment, a blue box shaped vehicle appeared and several humanoids got in and then ceased to exist. When Yoo-nit rotated its eyes back to The Operator, she was no where to be found. It was if she had evaporated into the crowd and chaos.
"Um... mistress?" Yoo-nit inquired. It scanned the room but could find no trace of her.
Yoo-nit then spotted the bird person and captain lady that had been interacting with the other beings. Not knowing what else to do, Yoo-nit rolled toward them. Suddenly, there was gunfire and multiple beings through their arms, appendages or whatever body part(s) would be the equivalent thereof. Others laid facedown on the ground or went into their shells if they had them.
"Danger," The little droid announced stating the obvious as the red light on its head began to flash.
To be continued...
OOC: Thread closed.
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