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27 February 2007 @ 01:35 am
... troubles...  

Who: Mikey and Tobi... anyone feel free to jump in.
What: Still exploring, so whatch your step...
When: Day One. Afternoon around 3 o'clock. Earth time.  


He wasn't sure how to describe it all. 

First, they were minding their own business, exploring this strange place they had been taken to, and next there is this, seemingly invisible monster that appeared out of nowhere. It attacked Mike and he deflected the attack by knoking out a few teeth, but who's the say it was the end of that? Whos' to say it was the only one around? 

Right now, Michelangelo and Tobi are trying to get an elevator to work, would they ever come across any other 'survivors' on any of the other floors, or is there a force somewhere preventing them from meeting? 

Only time could tell... 

And time may not even by on their side. 

Current Mood: geekygeeky
tobi_ridley on February 27th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
She nods and heads down the hall, walking as she talks.

"Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello," she giggles nodding, "All renaissance artists! Is that a tradition in your family? Tobethy is an old kempi name meaning ‘the wave that does not break’ or rather a tsunami. It’s a very traditional, very conservative name,” she makes a face again, obviously not happy at all with her real name, “I wish my family had a cooler tradition, like your family.”

She sighs and continues, “Dad was pretty happy when Miles was born. He’s still Dad’s golden boy, y’know? They still talk, and Miles still visits him every summer. He thinks that I’m being obstinate by not wanting to see our father, but I just can’t face Dad. Not after what he did during the war... Miles might have forgiven him, but he was too little to know what really happened. And I never had the heart to tell him.”

She looks around at the mention of a printer and squints her eyes thoughtfully. “Well, if this is a residential level, then there’s got to be an office of some type around here, right? We keep passing a bunch of doors… maybe we should start checking them to see if any of them are offices or at least rooms that have paper?”
nexus_champion on February 27th, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
Mike gave a empathetic nod; a war casualty, huh. "I see, I guess some things are better left alone. You don't have to talk abotu it if you don't want." he smiled, "but if you do need someone to talk to, I'm here." he offered.

Then she mentioned the office and the possibility they might actually find what they're looking for. He nodded once, "Yeah, maybe you're right. I didn't check the doors earlier cause I figured they were locked." He explained, but now they had already crossed the bedroom ward and were heading back towards the staircase.

He glanced behind him, and then at the staircase, "You know, the floor I was on looked more maintained than this one, how abotu we check that floor first?"