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

[Ava Ire]

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


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.

"Oh!" replied Ira, appearing rather pleased. She began to follow him out of the kitchen. "Hmm.. I wonder, if all the people who used to frequent the Wallaby are still there. I'd love to see some of them again," said Ira.

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!"

Omad frowned. "I'm sorry, the what? ... What is The Loop? I don't think I've heard of anything like that on this planet."

[Barboneia]

"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!"

Omad frowned. "I'm sorry, the what? ... What is The Loop? I don't think I've heard of anything like that on this planet."

"Oh, right." Simon cleared his throat. "Well, The Loop is a gigantic particle accelerator built under an area of Stockholm County in my universe. Upon it's creation, it, well, caused amazing things." He grinned. "As if out of nowhere, we advanced so much quicker than the rest of the world, becoming the envy of the both the Soviet Union and the United States. Of course, we started selling the things we had created, mainly mechas, to them, and they were more than happy to give us lots of money for them. Soon, Sweden become the most powerful economy in the world, even up to the 1990s, and it's all thanks to The Loop!"

He frowned a bit. "Of course, every success comes with a bit of failures. The Loop also caused some, ah... Unusual side effects. For example, strange creatures began to appear all across the land, many of them resembling ancient creatures. We're still studying a lot of them. They mostly seem to be more passive than their predecessors, luckily. Also, in, uh, 1991, this strange event known as 'The Flood' struck the country. Basically, it made common electronics, mech remains, etcetera to... Well, come alive. And consume basically everything that's not affected by it. Luckily, it never happened in my part of the country, but... It was all over the news. Constantly. Just... Watching the reports... It was horrible." He shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead.

"...But... Yeah. The Loop is pretty amazing. Still in operation. The tax-payer's money is doing good work."

[Torrocca]

"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.

"Oh!" replied Ira, appearing rather pleased. She began to follow him out of the kitchen. "Hmm.. I wonder, if all the people who used to frequent the Wallaby are still there. I'd love to see some of them again," said Ira.

"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!"

Omad frowned. "I'm sorry, the what? ... What is The Loop? I don't think I've heard of anything like that on this planet."

"Yeah, I haven't really seen anyone I know except for Dom and one of my soldiers the past couple of days I've been there, so it'd be great to see some familiar faces again!" Torr replies, heading to the door and opening it, holding it for Ira.

[Ava Ire]

Omad frowned. "I'm sorry, the what? ... What is The Loop? I don't think I've heard of anything like that on this planet."

"Oh, right." Simon cleared his throat. "Well, The Loop is a gigantic particle accelerator built under an area of Stockholm County in my universe. Upon it's creation, it, well, caused amazing things." He grinned. "As if out of nowhere, we advanced so much quicker than the rest of the world, becoming the envy of the both the Soviet Union and the United States. Of course, we started selling the things we had created, mainly mechas, to them, and they were more than happy to give us lots of money for them. Soon, Sweden become the most powerful economy in the world, even up to the 1990s, and it's all thanks to The Loop!"

He frowned a bit. "Of course, every success comes with a bit of failures. The Loop also caused some, ah... Unusual side effects. For example, strange creatures began to appear all across the land, many of them resembling ancient creatures. We're still studying a lot of them. They mostly seem to be more passive than their predecessors, luckily. Also, in, uh, 1991, this strange event known as 'The Flood' struck the country. Basically, it made common electronics, mech remains, etcetera to... Well, come alive. And consume basically everything that's not affected by it. Luckily, it never happened in my part of the country, but... It was all over the news. Constantly. Just... Watching the reports... It was horrible." He shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead.

"...But... Yeah. The Loop is pretty amazing. Still in operation. The tax-payer's money is doing good work."

Omad appeared very interested, almost believing every word that the man said. "A particle accelerator?... That's quite interesting. Say, what country were you from again?"

[Barboneia]

"Oh, right." Simon cleared his throat. "Well, The Loop is a gigantic particle accelerator built under an area of Stockholm County in my universe. Upon it's creation, it, well, caused amazing things." He grinned. "As if out of nowhere, we advanced so much quicker than the rest of the world, becoming the envy of the both the Soviet Union and the United States. Of course, we started selling the things we had created, mainly mechas, to them, and they were more than happy to give us lots of money for them. Soon, Sweden become the most powerful economy in the world, even up to the 1990s, and it's all thanks to The Loop!"

He frowned a bit. "Of course, every success comes with a bit of failures. The Loop also caused some, ah... Unusual side effects. For example, strange creatures began to appear all across the land, many of them resembling ancient creatures. We're still studying a lot of them. They mostly seem to be more passive than their predecessors, luckily. Also, in, uh, 1991, this strange event known as 'The Flood' struck the country. Basically, it made common electronics, mech remains, etcetera to... Well, come alive. And consume basically everything that's not affected by it. Luckily, it never happened in my part of the country, but... It was all over the news. Constantly. Just... Watching the reports... It was horrible." He shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead.

"...But... Yeah. The Loop is pretty amazing. Still in operation. The tax-payer's money is doing good work."

Omad appeared very interested, almost believing every word that the man said. "A particle accelerator?... That's quite interesting. Say, what country were you from again?"

"Sweden. But like I said, not the Sweden on this world."

[Taigawa]

At this point, Valeera puts on her armor. The alloy is sleek, and colored black with gold detailing, and of more elegant design then the harsh lines of Kyrati's armor.

[Ava Ire]

"Oh!" replied Ira, appearing rather pleased. She began to follow him out of the kitchen. "Hmm.. I wonder, if all the people who used to frequent the Wallaby are still there. I'd love to see some of them again," said Ira.


Omad frowned. "I'm sorry, the what? ... What is The Loop? I don't think I've heard of anything like that on this planet."

"Yeah, I haven't really seen anyone I know except for Dom and one of my soldiers the past couple of days I've been there, so it'd be great to see some familiar faces again!" Torr replies, heading to the door and opening it, holding it for Ira.

Ira smiled at Torr, and stepped out. She put her shawl around her she walked beside Torr. "Oh, Dom is still there? Ah, that's great to know. It's been a while since I've seen him. Though, honestly, I hope nothing terrible happens to us there..."

Omad appeared very interested, almost believing every word that the man said. "A particle accelerator?... That's quite interesting. Say, what country were you from again?"

"Sweden. But like I said, not the Sweden on this world."

Omad nodded. "Yes, yes, of course." He took a sip of his own drink, which he had ordered earlier. "So, Simon, please tell me a bit more about your home. It does sound very interesting, and odd." He gave a smile. "It seems very peculiar that you have come from an, 'alternate world' as you say."

Ava walked in, reading a rather large book. She sat down near a window.

[Barboneia]

"Sweden. But like I said, not the Sweden on this world."

Omad nodded. "Yes, yes, of course." He took a sip of his own drink, which he had ordered earlier. "So, Simon, please tell me a bit more about your home. It does sound very interesting, and odd." He gave a smile. "It seems very peculiar that you have come from an, 'alternate world' as you say."

Ava walked in, reading a rather large book. She sat down near a window.

Simon sighed happily. "Well, I live, or... Lived in Västerort, which means "West Stockholm". Stockholm's the capital of Sweden, you see. It was quite lovely, a bit urban, but I lived on the outskirts. I own a modest house, one story, garage, right at the end of the road, where it met the longest field you could imagine. It was always coated with the finest layer of snow, like it had been dusted with sugar. And if you looked across, you could see a few factory buildings, and farther, you would see the hills where the radar stations were, with their massive intercontinental-and some say extraterrestrial-radar dishes were erected. They always glowed so beautifully..." He smiled fondly.

"I didn't really have a stable job. Freelance programmer, mostly for Krafta. Ah, Krafta Systems, I mean. They're pretty much the largest company in the country. They make computers, radios, televisions, phones, everything electronic they probably make it. In fact, before I got sent... Here, I was programming a new droid program to do see if it could automatically do flybys and snap photos and everything. It would've been used for general surveillance, scouting, etcetera. But... I guess I won't be able to finish it, now."

[Torrocca]

"Yeah, I haven't really seen anyone I know except for Dom and one of my soldiers the past couple of days I've been there, so it'd be great to see some familiar faces again!" Torr replies, heading to the door and opening it, holding it for Ira.

Ira smiled at Torr, and stepped out. She put her shawl around her she walked beside Torr. "Oh, Dom is still there? Ah, that's great to know. It's been a while since I've seen him. Though, honestly, I hope nothing terrible happens to us there..."

"Sweden. But like I said, not the Sweden on this world."

Omad nodded. "Yes, yes, of course." He took a sip of his own drink, which he had ordered earlier. "So, Simon, please tell me a bit more about your home. It does sound very interesting, and odd." He gave a smile. "It seems very peculiar that you have come from an, 'alternate world' as you say."

Ava walked in, reading a rather large book. She sat down near a window.

"Yeah; he's basically his same old self," Torr replies, raising an eyebrow slightly at Ira's last sentence. "I'm sure we'll be fine getting there, though; it's just across the street, like it was at my last apartment."

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake finds someone and gives them a great big tight hug.

[Torrocca]

Drake finds someone and gives them a great big tight hug.

The soldier Mikhail looks at him and says, "I... I'm highly disturbed by this..."

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake finds someone and gives them a great big tight hug.

The soldier Mikhail looks at him and says, "I... I'm highly disturbed by this..."

'Don't care!'

He keeps hugging tight eventually letting go.

[Torrocca]

The soldier Mikhail looks at him and says, "I... I'm highly disturbed by this..."

'Don't care!'

He keeps hugging tight eventually letting go.

Mikhail just stands there, blinks for a couple of moments, then swiftly brings a right-hook to Drake's jaw.

[Chaos Crescent]

'Don't care!'

He keeps hugging tight eventually letting go.

Mikhail just stands there, blinks for a couple of moments, then swiftly brings a right-hook to Drake's jaw.

He is knocked out and sent to the floor.

[Torrocca]

Mikhail just stands there, blinks for a couple of moments, then swiftly brings a right-hook to Drake's jaw.

He is knocked out and sent to the floor.

Mikhail watches this spectacle occur with widened eyes, then stares at his hand for a couple of moments afterward. "Did I do that?" he whispers, still in some shock.

[Chaos Crescent]

He is knocked out and sent to the floor.

Mikhail watches this spectacle occur with widened eyes, then stares at his hand for a couple of moments afterward. "Did I do that?" he whispers, still in some shock.

He obviously gets no answer cause knocked out.

[Torrocca]

Mikhail watches this spectacle occur with widened eyes, then stares at his hand for a couple of moments afterward. "Did I do that?" he whispers, still in some shock.

He obviously gets no answer cause knocked out.

Coming to his senses, Mikhail very obviously realizes he could get in serious trouble for this. Thinking like any logical person, he begins to move Drake into the basement of the establishment to hide the fact that this just happened.

[Ava Ire]

Omad nodded. "Yes, yes, of course." He took a sip of his own drink, which he had ordered earlier. "So, Simon, please tell me a bit more about your home. It does sound very interesting, and odd." He gave a smile. "It seems very peculiar that you have come from an, 'alternate world' as you say."

Ava walked in, reading a rather large book. She sat down near a window.

Simon sighed happily. "Well, I live, or... Lived in Västerort, which means "West Stockholm". Stockholm's the capital of Sweden, you see. It was quite lovely, a bit urban, but I lived on the outskirts. I own a modest house, one story, garage, right at the end of the road, where it met the longest field you could imagine. It was always coated with the finest layer of snow, like it had been dusted with sugar. And if you looked across, you could see a few factory buildings, and farther, you would see the hills where the radar stations were, with their massive intercontinental-and some say extraterrestrial-radar dishes were erected. They always glowed so beautifully..." He smiled fondly.

"I didn't really have a stable job. Freelance programmer, mostly for Krafta. Ah, Krafta Systems, I mean. They're pretty much the largest company in the country. They make computers, radios, televisions, phones, everything electronic they probably make it. In fact, before I got sent... Here, I was programming a new droid program to do see if it could automatically do flybys and snap photos and everything. It would've been used for general surveillance, scouting, etcetera. But... I guess I won't be able to finish it, now."

"That's quite nice. Your world seems pleasant enough. But tell me, has your planet made contact with any extra-terrestrials yet? I'd love to think that there's an alternate Holy Empire out there somewhere!"

Ira smiled at Torr, and stepped out. She put her shawl around her she walked beside Torr. "Oh, Dom is still there? Ah, that's great to know. It's been a while since I've seen him. Though, honestly, I hope nothing terrible happens to us there..."

"Yeah; he's basically his same old self," Torr replies, raising an eyebrow slightly at Ira's last sentence. "I'm sure we'll be fine getting there, though; it's just across the street, like it was at my last apartment."

Ira nodded, listening to Torr, as they finally approached the Wallaby. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll be fine. But... remember when we went into the past? That was terrible! I mean, I almost died!"

[Taigawa]

He obviously gets no answer cause knocked out.

Coming to his senses, Mikhail very obviously realizes he could get in serious trouble for this. Thinking like any logical person, he begins to move Drake into the basement of the establishment to hide the fact that this just happened.

Valeera follows the two down there and would go to sleep beside him.

[Torrocca]

Simon sighed happily. "Well, I live, or... Lived in Västerort, which means "West Stockholm". Stockholm's the capital of Sweden, you see. It was quite lovely, a bit urban, but I lived on the outskirts. I own a modest house, one story, garage, right at the end of the road, where it met the longest field you could imagine. It was always coated with the finest layer of snow, like it had been dusted with sugar. And if you looked across, you could see a few factory buildings, and farther, you would see the hills where the radar stations were, with their massive intercontinental-and some say extraterrestrial-radar dishes were erected. They always glowed so beautifully..." He smiled fondly.

"I didn't really have a stable job. Freelance programmer, mostly for Krafta. Ah, Krafta Systems, I mean. They're pretty much the largest company in the country. They make computers, radios, televisions, phones, everything electronic they probably make it. In fact, before I got sent... Here, I was programming a new droid program to do see if it could automatically do flybys and snap photos and everything. It would've been used for general surveillance, scouting, etcetera. But... I guess I won't be able to finish it, now."

"That's quite nice. Your world seems pleasant enough. But tell me, has your planet made contact with any extra-terrestrials yet? I'd love to think that there's an alternate Holy Empire out there somewhere!"

"Yeah; he's basically his same old self," Torr replies, raising an eyebrow slightly at Ira's last sentence. "I'm sure we'll be fine getting there, though; it's just across the street, like it was at my last apartment."

Ira nodded, listening to Torr, as they finally approached the Wallaby. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll be fine. But... remember when we went into the past? That was terrible! I mean, I almost died!"

"I... right, of course... thankfully none of us did, though," Torr says, looking at Ira a bit worriedly. "I mean, honestly - with more of the new crowd here, things aren't as safe as they were before... but, uh... it's mostly safer as well, without the old crowd."

[Barboneia]

Simon sighed happily. "Well, I live, or... Lived in Västerort, which means "West Stockholm". Stockholm's the capital of Sweden, you see. It was quite lovely, a bit urban, but I lived on the outskirts. I own a modest house, one story, garage, right at the end of the road, where it met the longest field you could imagine. It was always coated with the finest layer of snow, like it had been dusted with sugar. And if you looked across, you could see a few factory buildings, and farther, you would see the hills where the radar stations were, with their massive intercontinental-and some say extraterrestrial-radar dishes were erected. They always glowed so beautifully..." He smiled fondly.

"I didn't really have a stable job. Freelance programmer, mostly for Krafta. Ah, Krafta Systems, I mean. They're pretty much the largest company in the country. They make computers, radios, televisions, phones, everything electronic they probably make it. In fact, before I got sent... Here, I was programming a new droid program to do see if it could automatically do flybys and snap photos and everything. It would've been used for general surveillance, scouting, etcetera. But... I guess I won't be able to finish it, now."

"That's quite nice. Your world seems pleasant enough. But tell me, has your planet made contact with any extra-terrestrials yet? I'd love to think that there's an alternate Holy Empire out there somewhere!"

"For all I know, my Earth for all intents and purposes could be in this universe. Maybe your people just haven't been trying hard enough." He shrugged. "And no, we've been trying for the last thirty years to try and get contact with extra-terrestrials, and we haven't received anything." He leaned in close, and brought his voice to a whisper. "But... I'll tell you this much. A certain message is transmitted every twenty-four hours at one of the stations. It's broadcasted in such a way that it can be intercepted by pretty much any other system. Including, possibly, yours. You'll know it's my planet's, because it says, in both English and Swedish, 'To any and all life out there, we are humans from the planet Earth. We wish to make contact, so that we may gain the understanding that there is more life out there. Please, if you receive this message, respond'." He leaned away, smiling. "Don't ask me how I know that. Technically, it was illegal for me to intercept that frequency, but now I think it will be for the greater good. I ask you... If you can, ask your people, back at their home planet, or star base, or whatever, ask them to try and look for the message, or see if they've received something like it, and... Get them to go to my planet. Or at least contact it. Your people are obviously advanced, right? They... I'm sure they'll be able to help my country... Well, my world, for the better, and hey, maybe my world will be able to help yours, too."

[Chaos Crescent]

He obviously gets no answer cause knocked out.

Coming to his senses, Mikhail very obviously realizes he could get in serious trouble for this. Thinking like any logical person, he begins to move Drake into the basement of the establishment to hide the fact that this just happened.

Is still out and in the basement.

Coming to his senses, Mikhail very obviously realizes he could get in serious trouble for this. Thinking like any logical person, he begins to move Drake into the basement of the establishment to hide the fact that this just happened.

Valeera follows the two down there and would go to sleep beside him.

Is out cold and would remain as such for awhile.

[Taigawa]

Coming to his senses, Mikhail very obviously realizes he could get in serious trouble for this. Thinking like any logical person, he begins to move Drake into the basement of the establishment to hide the fact that this just happened.

Is still out and in the basement.

Valeera follows the two down there and would go to sleep beside him.

Is out cold and would remain as such for awhile.

Valeera lays on top of him so he doesn't freeze.

[Ava Ire]

"That's quite nice. Your world seems pleasant enough. But tell me, has your planet made contact with any extra-terrestrials yet? I'd love to think that there's an alternate Holy Empire out there somewhere!"


Ira nodded, listening to Torr, as they finally approached the Wallaby. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll be fine. But... remember when we went into the past? That was terrible! I mean, I almost died!"

"I... right, of course... thankfully none of us did, though," Torr says, looking at Ira a bit worriedly. "I mean, honestly - with more of the new crowd here, things aren't as safe as they were before... but, uh... it's mostly safer as well, without the old crowd."

Ira sighed. "Well, that's good to know, I suppose." They walked up to the front doors of the establishment, and Ira stepped in, making sure to hold the door open for Torr.

"That's quite nice. Your world seems pleasant enough. But tell me, has your planet made contact with any extra-terrestrials yet? I'd love to think that there's an alternate Holy Empire out there somewhere!"

"For all I know, my Earth for all intents and purposes could be in this universe. Maybe your people just haven't been trying hard enough." He shrugged. "And no, we've been trying for the last thirty years to try and get contact with extra-terrestrials, and we haven't received anything." He leaned in close, and brought his voice to a whisper. "But... I'll tell you this much. A certain message is transmitted every twenty-four hours at one of the stations. It's broadcasted in such a way that it can be intercepted by pretty much any other system. Including, possibly, yours. You'll know it's my planet's, because it says, in both English and Swedish, 'To any and all life out there, we are humans from the planet Earth. We wish to make contact, so that we may gain the understanding that there is more life out there. Please, if you receive this message, respond'." He leaned away, smiling. "Don't ask me how I know that. Technically, it was illegal for me to intercept that frequency, but now I think it will be for the greater good. I ask you... If you can, ask your people, back at their home planet, or star base, or whatever, ask them to try and look for the message, or see if they've received something like it, and... Get them to go to my planet. Or at least contact it. Your people are obviously advanced, right? They... I'm sure they'll be able to help my country... Well, my world, for the better, and hey, maybe my world will be able to help yours, too."

Omad listened in carefully, fully intrigued. "I assure you. If my people ever were to receive such a message, we'd surely respond promptly. Though, I'm not entirely sure how much an Earth-like world might be able to help the Holy Empire. I mean, we're quite literally a few thousand years more advanced than this one. Not bragging, of course!" He chuckled. "Though, that's not to say we could never learn from your home. Wherever it is."

[Torrocca]

"I... right, of course... thankfully none of us did, though," Torr says, looking at Ira a bit worriedly. "I mean, honestly - with more of the new crowd here, things aren't as safe as they were before... but, uh... it's mostly safer as well, without the old crowd."

Ira sighed. "Well, that's good to know, I suppose." They walked up to the front doors of the establishment, and Ira stepped in, making sure to hold the door open for Torr.

"For all I know, my Earth for all intents and purposes could be in this universe. Maybe your people just haven't been trying hard enough." He shrugged. "And no, we've been trying for the last thirty years to try and get contact with extra-terrestrials, and we haven't received anything." He leaned in close, and brought his voice to a whisper. "But... I'll tell you this much. A certain message is transmitted every twenty-four hours at one of the stations. It's broadcasted in such a way that it can be intercepted by pretty much any other system. Including, possibly, yours. You'll know it's my planet's, because it says, in both English and Swedish, 'To any and all life out there, we are humans from the planet Earth. We wish to make contact, so that we may gain the understanding that there is more life out there. Please, if you receive this message, respond'." He leaned away, smiling. "Don't ask me how I know that. Technically, it was illegal for me to intercept that frequency, but now I think it will be for the greater good. I ask you... If you can, ask your people, back at their home planet, or star base, or whatever, ask them to try and look for the message, or see if they've received something like it, and... Get them to go to my planet. Or at least contact it. Your people are obviously advanced, right? They... I'm sure they'll be able to help my country... Well, my world, for the better, and hey, maybe my world will be able to help yours, too."

Omad listened in carefully, fully intrigued. "I assure you. If my people ever were to receive such a message, we'd surely respond promptly. Though, I'm not entirely sure how much an Earth-like world might be able to help the Holy Empire. I mean, we're quite literally a few thousand years more advanced than this one. Not bragging, of course!" He chuckled. "Though, that's not to say we could never learn from your home. Wherever it is."

Torr nods to her as he enters, saying, "thanks." As he heads to the bar, Mikhail, who has just returned from the basement, takes notice and hastily salutes Torr, saying from across the room with a stammer, "c-comrade Tzar! I-it's a pleasure t-to see you here!" Torr stops and quickly salutes back, before asking, "you, uh... okay there, comrade?" "N-never better, tovarisch!"