The Liquid Wallaby - Meanwhile, in the East (Closed)

[Torrocca]

Torr snaps his attention to Ira after she cries out, then slowly asks, "er... what, uh... you slept here too?"



"Jesus Christ, this sounds like an awful fanfic," Mikhail mutters, shaking his head before saying, "tell me more."

"Outside the human enclaves, that deity isn't even acknowledged, as it is a construct of humans, who are looked down upon by my kind, as they are weaker and not as productive as My kind and the other natives. They are racist, uncoath, intolerant, and have nearly started a genocidal war over their alien gods. They are, in my opinion, unworthy of the Reclaimer title the Forerunners gave them since this behavior persists even with their advancement to being a Tier 2 civilization."

"... He's not a deity, though. He's a prophet. At the very least, that's how it's considered in Torrossiyan Orthodox practices," Mikhail responds, his eyes slightly narrowed at the councilor. "In any case, you have clearly not spent enough time on this planet, tovarisch. Though we've been terrible, terrible beings, we've also done a great many things that still resonant through our societies even today... and many of these have and continue to lead to better advancements; contrary to your beliefs."

[Ava Ire]

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

---

Ira sat up, waking from a light sleep. She groaned, stretching on the sofa that she had slept on. Her eyes fluttered, and then snapped open as she realized where she was. "Gah!" she cried, coming to her senses. She had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa in Torr's apartment. Ira looked around her. Light streamed in from the windows, and it appeared to be early evening. Her book lay beside her.

"Ugh..." She got up, stretching. Why the hell didn't I go home?! she thought to herself, and she began to wonder if Torr himself was still here.

Torr snaps his attention to Ira after she cries out, then slowly asks, "er... what, uh... you slept here too?"

Ira whirled around, almost falling, and laid her eyes on Torr. She gasped loudly, startled by his voice. "Ah! God, what the?!.... Oh, Torr, you're here..." Her face turned slightly red. "Well of course you'd be here, eh? This is your apartment after all... which I somehow fell asleep in..." Ira cringed, knowing how god awfully terrible that sounded.

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

"A... 'Doulas'? What a peculiar name. And Holy Empire? Goodness, is this the Crusades again?" He chuckled a bit to himself, but then looked a bit concerned. "...Wait... What year is it? It's... It's 1995, right? Because... If it's not, then that means that... That..." His eyes widened. "...Oh no. Oh no, it couldn't be..." He held his head in his hands. "...Then... That means that I couldn't possibly be on Earth... This... This must be some sort of alternate universe!" He looked around in horror. "Oh no! How could this have happened? How will I get back?!" He slowly sat down on the hood of the car, looking like he was about burst into tears.

"...I... I'm Simon... Simon S-Stendahl... And no, I'm not okay..."

The alien ambassador moved over to comfort Simon. "Oh dear, Simon. I-it'll be okay, you'll see! I'm sure there's somebody at this bar who could help us! Eheh, I'm...." Omad's smile faded as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder. He had no clue as how to help this man.

He stood in front of Simon. "Now, j-just stay here, Simon, while I err... get you help.... Actually, why don't you come with me to the Liquid Wallaby. You look like you could use a drink, huh?" Something in the back of his mind told Omad to run away from this lunatic and call the authorities. He didn't quite like how he rambled on about 'alternate universes' and Sweden and the like, and he assumed the man was either drunk or just plain crazy. Though, another side of his mind felt that the man was somehow special, and wanted to help the man. Omad gave a distressed sigh, unsure of how to handle this man he had stumbled upon.

[Torrocca]

Torr snaps his attention to Ira after she cries out, then slowly asks, "er... what, uh... you slept here too?"

Ira whirled around, almost falling, and laid her eyes on Torr. She gasped loudly, startled by his voice. "Ah! God, what the?!.... Oh, Torr, you're here..." Her face turned slightly red. "Well of course you'd be here, eh? This is your apartment after all... which I somehow fell asleep in..." Ira cringed, knowing how god awfully terrible that sounded.

"A... 'Doulas'? What a peculiar name. And Holy Empire? Goodness, is this the Crusades again?" He chuckled a bit to himself, but then looked a bit concerned. "...Wait... What year is it? It's... It's 1995, right? Because... If it's not, then that means that... That..." His eyes widened. "...Oh no. Oh no, it couldn't be..." He held his head in his hands. "...Then... That means that I couldn't possibly be on Earth... This... This must be some sort of alternate universe!" He looked around in horror. "Oh no! How could this have happened? How will I get back?!" He slowly sat down on the hood of the car, looking like he was about burst into tears.

"...I... I'm Simon... Simon S-Stendahl... And no, I'm not okay..."

The alien ambassador moved over to comfort Simon. "Oh dear, Simon. I-it'll be okay, you'll see! I'm sure there's somebody at this bar who could help us! Eheh, I'm...." Omad's smile faded as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder. He had no clue as how to help this man.

He stood in front of Simon. "Now, j-just stay here, Simon, while I err... get you help.... Actually, why don't you come with me to the Liquid Wallaby. You look like you could use a drink, huh?" Something in the back of his mind told Omad to run away from this lunatic and call the authorities. He didn't quite like how he rambled on about 'alternate universes' and Sweden and the like, and he assumed the man was either drunk or just plain crazy. Though, another side of his mind felt that the man was somehow special, and wanted to help the man. Omad gave a distressed sigh, unsure of how to handle this man he had stumbled upon.

"Yeah... uh... hehe..." Torr rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, saying, "at least nothing happened except sleep... I think?" He glances around a bit, then mentions, "this... uh... looks way awkward than it should."

[Barboneia]

"A... 'Doulas'? What a peculiar name. And Holy Empire? Goodness, is this the Crusades again?" He chuckled a bit to himself, but then looked a bit concerned. "...Wait... What year is it? It's... It's 1995, right? Because... If it's not, then that means that... That..." His eyes widened. "...Oh no. Oh no, it couldn't be..." He held his head in his hands. "...Then... That means that I couldn't possibly be on Earth... This... This must be some sort of alternate universe!" He looked around in horror. "Oh no! How could this have happened? How will I get back?!" He slowly sat down on the hood of the car, looking like he was about burst into tears.

"...I... I'm Simon... Simon S-Stendahl... And no, I'm not okay..."

The alien ambassador moved over to comfort Simon. "Oh dear, Simon. I-it'll be okay, you'll see! I'm sure there's somebody at this bar who could help us! Eheh, I'm...." Omad's smile faded as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder. He had no clue as how to help this man.

He stood in front of Simon. "Now, j-just stay here, Simon, while I err... get you help.... Actually, why don't you come with me to the Liquid Wallaby. You look like you could use a drink, huh?" Something in the back of his mind told Omad to run away from this lunatic and call the authorities. He didn't quite like how he rambled on about 'alternate universes' and Sweden and the like, and he assumed the man was either drunk or just plain crazy. Though, another side of his mind felt that the man was somehow special, and wanted to help the man. Omad gave a distressed sigh, unsure of how to handle this man he had stumbled upon.

"A drink? Well... I don't particularly like alcohol, but, if they have mineral water, then I'd be fine with that." Simon began to follow Omad, but suddenly, another flash seemed to appear, and laying against Simon's black and white sneakers was a book bag of sorts, the pattern on it similar to the pattern on his hoodie. Simon looked shocked for a second, but quickly grinned. "H-Hey! My bag! Oh, how convenient!" He picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder as he began to walk inside of the bar.

"So... It isn't 1995, is it?"

[Ava Ire]

Ira whirled around, almost falling, and laid her eyes on Torr. She gasped loudly, startled by his voice. "Ah! God, what the?!.... Oh, Torr, you're here..." Her face turned slightly red. "Well of course you'd be here, eh? This is your apartment after all... which I somehow fell asleep in..." Ira cringed, knowing how god awfully terrible that sounded.

"Yeah... uh... hehe..." Torr rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, saying, "at least nothing happened except sleep... I think?" He glances around a bit, then mentions, "this... uh... looks way awkward than it should."

Ira nodded, giving a very awkward laugh in reply. She glanced around. "Well, um, do you mind if I use your bathroom? Where is it?..."

[Torrocca]

"Yeah... uh... hehe..." Torr rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, saying, "at least nothing happened except sleep... I think?" He glances around a bit, then mentions, "this... uh... looks way awkward than it should."

Ira nodded, giving a very awkward laugh in reply. She glanced around. "Well, um, do you mind if I use your bathroom? Where is it?..."

"It's, uh, just down the hall, to the left," Torr replies, pointing toward the hallway in the apartment.

[Ava Ire]

The alien ambassador moved over to comfort Simon. "Oh dear, Simon. I-it'll be okay, you'll see! I'm sure there's somebody at this bar who could help us! Eheh, I'm...." Omad's smile faded as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder. He had no clue as how to help this man.

He stood in front of Simon. "Now, j-just stay here, Simon, while I err... get you help.... Actually, why don't you come with me to the Liquid Wallaby. You look like you could use a drink, huh?" Something in the back of his mind told Omad to run away from this lunatic and call the authorities. He didn't quite like how he rambled on about 'alternate universes' and Sweden and the like, and he assumed the man was either drunk or just plain crazy. Though, another side of his mind felt that the man was somehow special, and wanted to help the man. Omad gave a distressed sigh, unsure of how to handle this man he had stumbled upon.

"A drink? Well... I don't particularly like alcohol, but, if they have mineral water, then I'd be fine with that." Simon began to follow Omad, but suddenly, another flash seemed to appear, and laying against Simon's black and white sneakers was a book bag of sorts, the pattern on it similar to the pattern on his hoodie. Simon looked shocked for a second, but quickly grinned. "H-Hey! My bag! Oh, how convenient!" He picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder as he began to walk inside of the bar.

"So... It isn't 1995, is it?"

Omad turned to him. "No, I'm afraid it's not. I believe it's actually..." He began counting in his head. "I do believe it's the year 2016, at least here on Earth it is."

Ira nodded, giving a very awkward laugh in reply. She glanced around. "Well, um, do you mind if I use your bathroom? Where is it?..."

"It's, uh, just down the hall, to the left," Torr replies, pointing toward the hallway in the apartment.

Ira nodded. "Th-thanks!" She then hurried down the hall and went into the bathroom, and stayed in there for what felt like at least ten minutes. Occasionally, angry talking could be heard, followed by apparent silence.

[Torrocca]

"A drink? Well... I don't particularly like alcohol, but, if they have mineral water, then I'd be fine with that." Simon began to follow Omad, but suddenly, another flash seemed to appear, and laying against Simon's black and white sneakers was a book bag of sorts, the pattern on it similar to the pattern on his hoodie. Simon looked shocked for a second, but quickly grinned. "H-Hey! My bag! Oh, how convenient!" He picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder as he began to walk inside of the bar.

"So... It isn't 1995, is it?"

Omad turned to him. "No, I'm afraid it's not. I believe it's actually..." He began counting in his head. "I do believe it's the year 2016, at least here on Earth it is."

"It's, uh, just down the hall, to the left," Torr replies, pointing toward the hallway in the apartment.

Ira nodded. "Th-thanks!" She then hurried down the hall and went into the bathroom, and stayed in there for what felt like at least ten minutes. Occasionally, angry talking could be heard, followed by apparent silence.

Torr, while silently overhearing this, casually spent his time in the kitchen, just awkwardly preparing some food and drinks.

[Taigawa]

"Outside the human enclaves, that deity isn't even acknowledged, as it is a construct of humans, who are looked down upon by my kind, as they are weaker and not as productive as My kind and the other natives. They are racist, uncoath, intolerant, and have nearly started a genocidal war over their alien gods. They are, in my opinion, unworthy of the Reclaimer title the Forerunners gave them since this behavior persists even with their advancement to being a Tier 2 civilization."

"... He's not a deity, though. He's a prophet. At the very least, that's how it's considered in Torrossiyan Orthodox practices," Mikhail responds, his eyes slightly narrowed at the councilor. "In any case, you have clearly not spent enough time on this planet, tovarisch. Though we've been terrible, terrible beings, we've also done a great many things that still resonant through our societies even today... and many of these have and continue to lead to better advancements; contrary to your beliefs."

"Their actions on my world bode Ill for their kind both on a social and political level. They orchestrated a rebellion on Miyesmos, tried to destroy an ancient temple in the Shangri-La region, and have forcibly inserted themselves into all but a few native families. While I only voice my concerns, I need the approval of the rest of the Council before I can do anything. Even Neyla wants them gone, but she is honor bound not to do anything."

[Barboneia]

"A drink? Well... I don't particularly like alcohol, but, if they have mineral water, then I'd be fine with that." Simon began to follow Omad, but suddenly, another flash seemed to appear, and laying against Simon's black and white sneakers was a book bag of sorts, the pattern on it similar to the pattern on his hoodie. Simon looked shocked for a second, but quickly grinned. "H-Hey! My bag! Oh, how convenient!" He picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder as he began to walk inside of the bar.

"So... It isn't 1995, is it?"

Omad turned to him. "No, I'm afraid it's not. I believe it's actually..." He began counting in his head. "I do believe it's the year 2016, at least here on Earth it is."

"..." Simon looked shocked. "...Fuck." He looked around the bar, wide eyed, before electing to head over to a booth and sit down. He covered his head with his arms and began to moan.

[Torrocca]

"... He's not a deity, though. He's a prophet. At the very least, that's how it's considered in Torrossiyan Orthodox practices," Mikhail responds, his eyes slightly narrowed at the councilor. "In any case, you have clearly not spent enough time on this planet, tovarisch. Though we've been terrible, terrible beings, we've also done a great many things that still resonant through our societies even today... and many of these have and continue to lead to better advancements; contrary to your beliefs."

"Their actions on my world bode Ill for their kind both on a social and political level. They orchestrated a rebellion on Miyesmos, tried to destroy an ancient temple in the Shangri-La region, and have forcibly inserted themselves into all but a few native families. While I only voice my concerns, I need the approval of the rest of the Council before I can do anything. Even Neyla wants them gone, but she is honor bound not to do anything."

"I feel that you are just too harsh on humans," Mikhail replies, "we aren't a simple hivemind. We're more complex than that. Individuality and our massive range of cultures, languages, religions, personalities, and the likes mean much more than you'd think. As individuals, we often prefer the freedom to do as we please; I'd assume, since there was a rebellion, that there's much more than what you're just telling me."

[Ava Ire]

Omad turned to him. "No, I'm afraid it's not. I believe it's actually..." He began counting in his head. "I do believe it's the year 2016, at least here on Earth it is."


Ira nodded. "Th-thanks!" She then hurried down the hall and went into the bathroom, and stayed in there for what felt like at least ten minutes. Occasionally, angry talking could be heard, followed by apparent silence.

Torr, while silently overhearing this, casually spent his time in the kitchen, just awkwardly preparing some food and drinks.

Ira had came out of the bathroom. She heard him in the kitchen, and approached. Her hair was slightly less unruly.
"Oh hey there," she said softly. "Um, sorry for... falling asleep on your sofa."

Omad turned to him. "No, I'm afraid it's not. I believe it's actually..." He began counting in his head. "I do believe it's the year 2016, at least here on Earth it is."

"..." Simon looked shocked. "...Fuck." He looked around the bar, wide eyed, before electing to head over to a booth and sit down. He covered his head with his arms and began to moan.

Omad came back with a glass of water. He stood in front of Simon's booth. "Here you go, friend," he said to the man, setting down the glass of water before him.

[Barboneia]

"..." Simon looked shocked. "...Fuck." He looked around the bar, wide eyed, before electing to head over to a booth and sit down. He covered his head with his arms and began to moan.

Omad came back with a glass of water. He stood in front of Simon's booth. "Here you go, friend," he said to the man, setting down the glass of water before him.

Simon looked up, and smiled at him. He took the water and took a sip of it. "Thanks... Person who didn't bother telling me their name," he mumbled.

[Torrocca]

Torr, while silently overhearing this, casually spent his time in the kitchen, just awkwardly preparing some food and drinks.

Ira had came out of the bathroom. She heard him in the kitchen, and approached. Her hair was slightly less unruly.
"Oh hey there," she said softly. "Um, sorry for... falling asleep on your sofa."

"..." Simon looked shocked. "...Fuck." He looked around the bar, wide eyed, before electing to head over to a booth and sit down. He covered his head with his arms and began to moan.

Omad came back with a glass of water. He stood in front of Simon's booth. "Here you go, friend," he said to the man, setting down the glass of water before him.

Torr glances over to Ira, pauses for a moment, then replies, "hey... don't worry about it, Ira. It's fine. You're a welcomed guest here, anyways." He resumes his cooking, pausing for a second to point to a glass and say, "there's some water there, if you're thirsty."

[Taigawa]

"Their actions on my world bode Ill for their kind both on a social and political level. They orchestrated a rebellion on Miyesmos, tried to destroy an ancient temple in the Shangri-La region, and have forcibly inserted themselves into all but a few native families. While I only voice my concerns, I need the approval of the rest of the Council before I can do anything. Even Neyla wants them gone, but she is honor bound not to do anything."

"I feel that you are just too harsh on humans," Mikhail replies, "we aren't a simple hivemind. We're more complex than that. Individuality and our massive range of cultures, languages, religions, personalities, and the likes mean much more than you'd think. As individuals, we often prefer the freedom to do as we please; I'd assume, since there was a rebellion, that there's much more than what you're just telling me."

"Still no reason to go off trying to destroy the protective barriers of a colony of millions on a hostile planet. Or trying to force your God on people who until the last 200 years didn't even know your kind existed."

[Torrocca]

"I feel that you are just too harsh on humans," Mikhail replies, "we aren't a simple hivemind. We're more complex than that. Individuality and our massive range of cultures, languages, religions, personalities, and the likes mean much more than you'd think. As individuals, we often prefer the freedom to do as we please; I'd assume, since there was a rebellion, that there's much more than what you're just telling me."

"Still no reason to go off trying to destroy the protective barriers of a colony of millions on a hostile planet. Or trying to force your God on people who until the last 200 years didn't even know your kind existed."

"... I'm sure there's way more to this than what you're saying, in some vain attempt to glorify your own people."

[Ava Ire]

Omad came back with a glass of water. He stood in front of Simon's booth. "Here you go, friend," he said to the man, setting down the glass of water before him.

Simon looked up, and smiled at him. He took the water and took a sip of it. "Thanks... Person who didn't bother telling me their name," he mumbled.

He smiled. "Oh, do forgive. My name is Omadin Yorostal of Ramoo. It's my pleasure, of course." He took a seat at the booth, sitting across from him.

Ira had came out of the bathroom. She heard him in the kitchen, and approached. Her hair was slightly less unruly.
"Oh hey there," she said softly. "Um, sorry for... falling asleep on your sofa."


Omad came back with a glass of water. He stood in front of Simon's booth. "Here you go, friend," he said to the man, setting down the glass of water before him.

Torr glances over to Ira, pauses for a moment, then replies, "hey... don't worry about it, Ira. It's fine. You're a welcomed guest here, anyways." He resumes his cooking, pausing for a second to point to a glass and say, "there's some water there, if you're thirsty."

Ira nodded in thanks, and picked up the glass, but she didn't drink from it. She eventually set it back down, and turned to Torr. "So, Torr, I was thinking of visiting the Liquid Wallaby. I know it's in the area. Want to come with me?... After you're done cooking, of course!"

[Torrocca]

Simon looked up, and smiled at him. He took the water and took a sip of it. "Thanks... Person who didn't bother telling me their name," he mumbled.

He smiled. "Oh, do forgive. My name is Omadin Yorostal of Ramoo. It's my pleasure, of course." He took a seat at the booth, sitting across from him.

Torr glances over to Ira, pauses for a moment, then replies, "hey... don't worry about it, Ira. It's fine. You're a welcomed guest here, anyways." He resumes his cooking, pausing for a second to point to a glass and say, "there's some water there, if you're thirsty."

Ira nodded in thanks, and picked up the glass, but she didn't drink from it. She eventually set it back down, and turned to Torr. "So, Torr, I was thinking of visiting the Liquid Wallaby. I know it's in the area. Want to come with me?... After you're done cooking, of course!"

"Hmm... yeah, sure thing!" Torr says, cutting up some assorted vegetables in the meantime.

[Barboneia]

Simon looked up, and smiled at him. He took the water and took a sip of it. "Thanks... Person who didn't bother telling me their name," he mumbled.

He smiled. "Oh, do forgive. My name is Omadin Yorostal of Ramoo. It's my pleasure, of course." He took a seat at the booth, sitting across from him.

"Ah, well, now I can tell you're not human from that name," he said, smirking. Simon slipped his bag off of his back and set it down on the booth table. He reached into it and pulled out a very large, old looking mobile phone with the name "Krafta Systems" written on the side. He placed it up next to his ear, listening. "...Damn. No connection. Does this country not have any phone lines?"

[Taigawa]

"Still no reason to go off trying to destroy the protective barriers of a colony of millions on a hostile planet. Or trying to force your God on people who until the last 200 years didn't even know your kind existed."

"... I'm sure there's way more to this than what you're saying, in some vain attempt to glorify your own people."

"Glorify? No. I'm simply stating the problems I have with them. General consensus with the majority of my fellow councilors are in favor of leniency towards the rebels. Neyla will still have the ringleaders executed for treason, but the others? Trials are still ongoing, but I am not privy to those proceedings. Confidentiality, you understand."

[Torrocca]

"... I'm sure there's way more to this than what you're saying, in some vain attempt to glorify your own people."

"Glorify? No. I'm simply stating the problems I have with them. General consensus with the majority of my fellow councilors are in favor of leniency towards the rebels. Neyla will still have the ringleaders executed for treason, but the others? Trials are still ongoing, but I am not privy to those proceedings. Confidentiality, you understand."

"You're obviously either avoiding telling me what I want to know, or you're just ignoring me, but you've said there's a rebellion. Rebellions don't occur without reason, and most certainly not without a good one. Obviously something or someone in your empire is at fault, and you won't say what that reason is."

[Taigawa]

"Glorify? No. I'm simply stating the problems I have with them. General consensus with the majority of my fellow councilors are in favor of leniency towards the rebels. Neyla will still have the ringleaders executed for treason, but the others? Trials are still ongoing, but I am not privy to those proceedings. Confidentiality, you understand."

"You're obviously either avoiding telling me what I want to know, or you're just ignoring me, but you've said there's a rebellion. Rebellions don't occur without reason, and most certainly not without a good one. Obviously something or someone in your empire is at fault, and you won't say what that reason is."

"I'd ask the colonial Governor. My authority is limited to keeping order on Thessia itself. Miyesmos has a measure of autonomy from my nation as of the Interplanetary Agreement Act of 2189, and if anyone is at fault, it's him. Still no need to risk the deaths of millions of people over what are likely petty grievances instead of simply going above him to our liaison there."

[Ava Ire]

He smiled. "Oh, do forgive. My name is Omadin Yorostal of Ramoo. It's my pleasure, of course." He took a seat at the booth, sitting across from him.


Ira nodded in thanks, and picked up the glass, but she didn't drink from it. She eventually set it back down, and turned to Torr. "So, Torr, I was thinking of visiting the Liquid Wallaby. I know it's in the area. Want to come with me?... After you're done cooking, of course!"

"Hmm... yeah, sure thing!" Torr says, cutting up some assorted vegetables in the meantime.

Ira nodded. "Yes. Well, I think I'll be heading to the Wallaby," she said. "I suppose I'll see you there?"

He smiled. "Oh, do forgive. My name is Omadin Yorostal of Ramoo. It's my pleasure, of course." He took a seat at the booth, sitting across from him.

"Ah, well, now I can tell you're not human from that name," he said, smirking. Simon slipped his bag off of his back and set it down on the booth table. He reached into it and pulled out a very large, old looking mobile phone with the name "Krafta Systems" written on the side. He placed it up next to his ear, listening. "...Damn. No connection. Does this country not have any phone lines?"

Omad looked at the very large, clunky phone that was held up to his ear. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, oh heavens no! Phone lines? I believe the human race is just a bit more advanced than that. I mean, I suppose some humans still use them, but I believe most of humanity now has gone wireless. Or something. I just know that phone lines aren't popular anymore."

[Torrocca]

"Hmm... yeah, sure thing!" Torr says, cutting up some assorted vegetables in the meantime.

Ira nodded. "Yes. Well, I think I'll be heading to the Wallaby," she said. "I suppose I'll see you there?"

"Ah, well, now I can tell you're not human from that name," he said, smirking. Simon slipped his bag off of his back and set it down on the booth table. He reached into it and pulled out a very large, old looking mobile phone with the name "Krafta Systems" written on the side. He placed it up next to his ear, listening. "...Damn. No connection. Does this country not have any phone lines?"

Omad looked at the very large, clunky phone that was held up to his ear. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, oh heavens no! Phone lines? I believe the human race is just a bit more advanced than that. I mean, I suppose some humans still use them, but I believe most of humanity now has gone wireless. Or something. I just know that phone lines aren't popular anymore."

"Well, actually," Torr says, dumping the vegetables into a rather large pot and moving it elsewhere, "I'm already done, so I'll just tag along with you." He leaves... whatever he's made... behind, and begins to head out the kitchen.

[Barboneia]

"Ah, well, now I can tell you're not human from that name," he said, smirking. Simon slipped his bag off of his back and set it down on the booth table. He reached into it and pulled out a very large, old looking mobile phone with the name "Krafta Systems" written on the side. He placed it up next to his ear, listening. "...Damn. No connection. Does this country not have any phone lines?"

Omad looked at the very large, clunky phone that was held up to his ear. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, oh heavens no! Phone lines? I believe the human race is just a bit more advanced than that. I mean, I suppose some humans still use them, but I believe most of humanity now has gone wireless. Or something. I just know that phone lines aren't popular anymore."

"No phone lines? Wireless? How amazing!" He set down the phone, a shocked expression on his face. "Well, maybe this place isn't so bad as I initially thought. Perhaps they're even more advanced than MY universe!" He stroked his chin slowly, thinking. "...Although, I doubt they have gauss freighters. And I bet there's no chance that they have anything like The Loop!"