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| [Darcy is annoyed.
Darcy is wet.
Darcy is not happy. ]
Someone here had better be able to fix a wet taser. Or get me a new one. ASAP.
[With her free hand she holds up a moist, crumpled brochure.]
Unfortunately I didn't see anything about that in here. If I'd known I was going to be taking a water ride today I would have put it in a plastic bag first, but you know, I must have just missed my invitation in the mail.
[She sighs and pushes aside some of her wet hair that's clinging to her face.]
Other than that I guess I need a place to crash? At least until things start making sense again. | |
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| Hey ah--Is it just me or are things a little different here? I know weird things have happen here but there is just something a little off. Can we talk about the fact there are now talking animals here? No offense to the other talking animals here. Or being stuck together--Didn't this happened already? When did this week all of a sudden become a free-for-all of all kinds of crazy stuff to happen?
Maybe I am missing something here but I'm not the only one seeing this, right? | |
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| So, anyone else here play a musical instrument?
Since Christmas is coming, I was thinking that we could get together to put on a small Christmas concert or something. What do you guys think?
[Filtered to Zelos]
Hi, I was talking to Ioder the other day and he told me about the Host Club. I'm kind of interested in working there and he said to contact you about it.
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| [ It seems that timing is miraculously perfect when the video switches on, standing adjacent to a stagnant puddle of water and tilted skyward. ]
[ For now, the feed is quiet. The silence is almost deafening; stoic in its nature yet suspenseful in its stillness. What makes it even more awe-striking is the large, very large, chicken scratch painting of what looks like two words joined together by a large, crooked star. ]
[ There's a cry in the distance, it echoes through the dome as a sort of alarm to see the masterpiece that has been presented to the dome's population. It sounds like a cheer, a feint "Ya--" from far away until the "hoo" comes closer and closer. ]
hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
[ The video catches a blue flash across the large masterpiece of the conjoined word "Black☆Star", until what seems to be the bastard who committed such a crime lands himself front-and-center of the video feed. ]
Citizens of... Wherever the heck this is! No need to cower in the corners of your little underwater bubbles, wishing that your lives were more exciting and full of life. The amazing, incredibly large and in-charge Black☆Star has arrived!
I've already taken action in my promise to bring a bright spotlight to this dome. Sure, I was a little pissed off when I woke up sopping wet and in an unknown location, but this is only yet another opportunity to seize and surround with my greatness!
Your future god is here to finally start the show!
[ He picks up the device and gives a big, bright smirk. ]
That is all.
[ After fumbling with it, he finally turns it off. ] | |
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| So. Vatheon.
I read the little play book whoever brought me here left, but I think I'd rather head back to Maine. Bigger, and less creepy looking, fish to fry there.
Thanks.
[He shut off the feed and finished wringing out his hair. He did not expect his request to be even acknowledged but, well, he'd seen weirder things happen so he couldn't hurt. Keeping his eye on the weird Starfish thing, Dwight finally moved off the edge of the fountain. Wet shirt in his hand and silently hoping Kevlar was water-proof, Dwight started exploring around the Plaza area.] | |
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| [The video turns on to find one teenaged boy who is completely soaked to the bone in front of the Welcome Center. He doesn't look so much lost as he is bemused by how weird this communicator looks. There are some weird things in the future, that much Marty McFly knows but the novelty behind a starfish camera thing...that he will probably never get.]
So this is the communicator, huh? Talk about matching themes here...
[Marty takes a good look at the device, tilting it and turns the camera to face where he's looking at: Your typical bustling underwater city.]
I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that this thing isn't used to translate fish-talk. So who exactly am I supposed to communicate with? Maybe I should try phoning in one of the locals here. Maybe that's how you get them out of their shells.
[Terrible puns aside he turns the camera over to face him. Marty combs the wet bangs aside from his face.]
Yeah right.
[The video feed cuts off there.] | |
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