PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

[Tiltjuice]

"Ye...no?" Swith noticed everyone taking refuge under the tables. She placed a waffle on her head instead. Only the sacrilegious would hit someone wearing a waffle, of course.

(Pay no attention to Swith's handler. How could you possibly take her seriously? However, it's not completely true to state that Bones' handler was completely unaffected. He responded, you see. Neener neener.)

She reached into her pocket and pulled out bricks, handing them to NVE and the others. "Right, help me repair this fourth wall and then we can get back to double souls, time cops and the cost of spam in LA."

A cleaver turned on its side accepted the bricks and began placing them one at a time at random in midair. They dripped goo.

[Tiltjuice]

Thriller was temporarily shut down as a form to conserve some power, however, a tap on his shoulder or a sudden anomaly entered into his sensor range could alert him, causing the machine to awake once again. However, it didn't work for all things, smaller creatures would find it harder to wake him up.

The room was quiet enough to where one could hear his core humming low as it supplied him with enough power to last for centuries.

*POOF*

Dust.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii listened in on the adults and the voices and moaned. "Yea, sorry, Kale. I forgot that this place was really crazy three years ago. Sorry.", She said. "But I know that someone has to know. If it ain't a god, it's gotta be a raptor. I should know, if I wanna be an intern."

[Swith Witherward]

A cleaver turned on its side accepted the bricks and began placing them one at a time at random in midair. They dripped goo.

"If you don't eat yer meat," said Swith, "you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?" She continued to hand bricks over one at a time, not really paying attention to where any of them were coming from, until the wall was repaired.

She flopped backwards and then rolled her body until she was peering at the girls under the table. (The waffle remained in place on her head) "Know what? What do raptors know that gods don't? What do gods know that raptors don't?"

[Bone Fort]

"Well then have I got the offer for you, dear Torii," said the voice beneath the table, which was not a voice but actually Bones, which now that a think about would still be a voice, but not one of those other voices... Yeah. Pretty sure that made sense.

(Actually, Bones's handler was completely unaffected by the voodoo doll. The response was a response to Swith's handler posting about using a voodoo doll, not a response to the voodoo doll itself)

[Torsiedelle]

The girl whimpered and scootted away from Bones. "Swith!", She exclaimed when the woman got down. "Know about time distortions! Time is really wrong around here, Swith, Mon, Mr. Eldritch, creepy guy! Time is distorted, and now I'm here. I mean, I moved in today, but that's not why I'm here right now. It should be 2014 right now! I have to explain!"

[Fvaarniimar]

"Avbilitre yoh mve tgelldan hwaer hreeer isl?" Rmwtyliin pointed to the things which she named as she did so, first indicating Marcus, then herself, then touching her lips, and finally gesturing around herself. Then, she deliberately and obviously looked first at her hand, then at Marcus', before reaching out and planting hers firmly in his. The girl had been raised to be diplomatic, after all, and unexpected circumstances were anything but an excuse to forget that training. Furthermore, mechanical appendages didn't seem, at first glance, too strange to someone who knew of plate armor.

Quietly, the girl permitted herself to be led, mind awhirl with the strangeness of it all, trying to shake the feeling of being impossibly far from home.

((If Marcus understands Middle English or something similar, he might stand a chance of deciphering Rmwtyliin's speech; it's complicated by her being quite bad at speaking it, and by her accent. She's saying, "Ability you me tell where here is?"))

[Tiltjuice]

A cleaver turned on its side accepted the bricks and began placing them one at a time at random in midair. They dripped goo.

"If you don't eat yer meat," said Swith, "you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?" She continued to hand bricks over one at a time, not really paying attention to where any of them were coming from, until the wall was repaired.

She flopped backwards and then rolled her body until she was peering at the girls under the table. (The waffle remained in place on her head) "Know what? What do raptors know that gods don't? What do gods know that raptors don't?"

"I eat paste."

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller was temporarily shut down as a form to conserve some power, however, a tap on his shoulder or a sudden anomaly entered into his sensor range could alert him, causing the machine to awake once again. However, it didn't work for all things, smaller creatures would find it harder to wake him up.

The room was quiet enough to where one could hear his core humming low as it supplied him with enough power to last for centuries.

*POOF*

Dust.

Thriller was still much in deep thought despite the sudden appearance of the rabbit. However, after thinking he should awaken.

"Lets see here...Gathering from what Bran told me, it seems something happened, either to us or him."

"Maybe he is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol." M.A.I. suggested

"Maybe. Possibly hallucinogens like LSD. Either that he woke up from a dream or nightmare."

"Suggest we ask around, kaiser. We may learn more."

"Or we may get nowhere. Still guess it wouldn't hurt to humor myself and some residence. Wait...." Thriller began to think for a moment. Then the core started whine loudly. With a sudden movement, he shat up screaming, "I got an idea!"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

NVE threw the brick at the narrator that wasn't there and a couple more at the two nobodies.

NVE then went back be low the table curious. "Intern for whom, may I ask? That is the real question." he asked.

"Wait, how do you know my last name? Ah, so time is more distorted than usual. Now we are getting somewhere, and I know how to clear my head." he added and gout out from under the table as he found Bones there.

[Torsiedelle]

"Intern for you!", Torii replied quickly to NVE. "Next year, I'll ask about an internship, and in 2014, I'll work for you! I wanna be a researcher, Mr. Von Eldritch!"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Intern for you!", Torii replied quickly to NVE. "Next year, I'll ask about an internship, and in 2014, I'll work for you! I wanna be a researcher, Mr. Von Eldritch!"

"Ah, I am wondering why, but that should be made clear after I remember. I trust that my future-past self has some very good reasons. But first I need to make a drink and I will not enjoy it." NVE replied and went to the kitchen fridge. He drew out a gallon of milk and some chocolate syrup and set it besides a glass as he drew the strange gun out once more.

[Torsiedelle]

"But Mr. Eldritch!", Torii whined. "That's just it! I think...look, I'm here, and I was just moving in. As far as I knew, I was just a sixteen year-old girl, who was just moving in, but when I called, nobody came, and I remembered! Somebody was supposed to greet me, but they didn't! I remembered that, and then I remembered everything! I wasn't sixteen, I'm eighteen! And Kale is here, despite her not moving here until early 2014. Look, I think that time may be screwed up in a weird way...Gio said that something doesn't feel right, either. What if none of us belong in this particular time?"

She looked at Swith. "Except for you..."

What about Swith? Swith was dead in 2014...

[Bone Fort]

"What about PIE," said Bones, who proceeded to yank pies out of... somewhere(?) and fling them all over the room at everyone.

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh hullo Bones," Swith pulled the waffle from her head and settled under the table next to him. She offered half of a fresh waffle to him. Her focus was on the others however, specifically on what they were rattling on about. Taking some of them seriously meant there would be any unscheduled dissections today. Bummer. Yet they'd touched upon things that had been nagging at her all morning.

"Extra souls. NVE taking on interns. Time distortions. You are on the outside looking in and I'm on the inside looking out. Escher, and liver and Bones. Waffles. Mechs. Flavors and fancies and nothing seems right, but it's right. It's all right, isn't it Torii?"

Her eyes latched onto Bran's. "I'm not dead. Hickory. I don't know what it means."

Swith slid out from the table and gazed out of the hole Thriller had made. She had the foresight to drop a clear sphere around herself... because the first pie was a clear indication that more mess would follow. They splattered against the 'walls' and slid down, partially obstructing view of her. "You all don't belong here. Bones, what do you think of this? Should we help them?"

"Avbilitre yoh mve tgelldan hwaer hreeer isl?" Rmmwtyliin pointed to the things which she named as she did so, first indicating Marcus, then herself, then touching her lips, and finally gesturing around herself. Then, she deliberately and obviously looked first at her hand, then at Marcus', before reaching out and planting hers firmly in his. The girl had been raised to be diplomatic, after all, and unexpected circumstances were anything but an excuse to forget that training. Furthermore, mechanical appendages didn't seem, at first glance, too strange to someone who knew of plate armor.

Quietly, the girl permitted herself to be led, mind awhirl with the strangeness of it all, trying to shake the feeling of being impossibly far from home.

((If Marcus understands Middle English or something similar, he might stand a chance of deciphering Rmmwtyliin's speech; it's complicated by her being quite bad at speaking it, and by her accent. She's saying, "Ability you me tell where here is?"))

"Here is? Are you asking where we are?" It was a shot in the dark. Marcus didn't know if Aegis had interpretation tech on him so he was left with just guesses. "I don't know where we are. We aren't where we should be."

He continued down the hall towards the voices until he arrived at the kitchen. Now Aegis and the little girl would be united with almost everyone, hopefully.

"Giovenith! Torsi!" he called to his friends. "Hey, can you guys come help me with this girl?"

[Bone Fort]

"I leave that up to you, Swith."

And with that, the clone exploded.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"But Mr. Eldritch!", Torii whined. "That's just it! I think...look, I'm here, and I was just moving in. As far as I knew, I was just a sixteen year-old girl, who was just moving in, but when I called, nobody came, and I remembered! Somebody was supposed to greet me, but they didn't! I remembered that, and then I remembered everything! I wasn't sixteen, I'm eighteen! And Kale is here, despite her not moving here until early 2014. Look, I think that time may be screwed up in a weird way...Gio said that something doesn't feel right, either. What if none of us belong in this particular time?"

She looked at Swith. "Except for you..."

What about Swith? Swith was dead in 2014...

NVE fiddled with the dials on the gun once more as he poured a glass of milk. He then fired a short burst of energy at the glass that made it temporarily fade away and back. NVE then added chocolate syrup to alleviate the taste of the altered milk. "What we have here isn't simple nor natural displacement. It isn't fluid enough and it doesn't affect memory. Changes in the past as you are doing would make you remember different. This is maybe something that may be trying to reboot the timeline. Restore it from the last known version, that is my guess." NVE explained and paused to drink his concoction. "Agh my head! Not clear yet, but I know that this isn't my last know present... A lot of time between now and then." he said and gripped his head only to be knocked down by a pie which dislodged the bucket helmet.

[Swith Witherward]

Swith nodded and pressed her fingertips together to ponder things. The pie filling and clone stuffing coating her sphere created interesting patterns that swirled and combined. One was not the same as the other. One came from the other. Now both were intermingled. In their natural states, both pie and clone were unique. Swith felt a headache coming on.

Some things puzzled her completely. The sphere popped and she stepped over pie goo to help NVE up.

"What's the last thing you remember clearly. NVE?"

[Tiltjuice]

"I leave that up to you, Swith."

And with that, the clone exploded.

"He tastes like the paste."

[Torsiedelle]

"I would certainly like help, Miss Swith.", Torii said. "You're always kind, at least that's how I remember."

She looked like she wanted to say more to Swith. She was nervous.

[Monfrox]

Mon gripped her forehead as she lay under the table and grunted. "Man, I don't know what it wants...but it's making a ruckus in my head, you know? It's like it's rewriting my memories or something like that...or maybe it's trying to show me who it is...I don't know..." She looked around and got out from under table. "What was that about fixing the fourth wall?" She asked.

[Fvaarniimar]

"Ylou nte knowen hwaer hreer isl? Knowfjen know hreeer? Gee-oh-veh-nith? Toh-r-szee? Hweh hahdee? Hahdee..." The time traveler paused, recalling the difference in the verb. "Know?"
Rmmwtyliin pointed at him, then at her head, then mimed tying a knot, then waved her hand forward, clinging to his with the other.

"You not know where here is? Knowen [is] know here?" (Sounding out names) "Who they? They...know?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Swith nodded and pressed her fingertips together to ponder things. The pie filling and clone stuffing coating her sphere created interesting patterns that swirled and combined. One was not the same as the other. One came from the other. Now both were intermingled. In their natural states, both pie and clone were unique. Swith felt a headache coming on.

Some things puzzled her completely. The sphere popped and she stepped over pie goo to help NVE up.

"What's the last thing you remember clearly. NVE?"

"Loaning you the clone tanks and then I drank heavily at Oktoberfest with Van Pelt... that doesn't sound right." NVE answered as he looked for the anti-time chocolate milk he made.

"Drink this, it helps with remembering two timelines. Although it is useless for amnesia and suppressed memories." He said to Mon and passed her the glass.

[Swith Witherward]

"I would certainly like help, Miss Swith.", Torii said. "You're always kind, at least that's how I remember."

She looked like she wanted to say more to Swith. She was nervous.

"I know you but I don't know you, if that makes sense." Swith closed her eyes and tried to focus on her memories. "NVE and I share a memory, though. I borrowed the tanks from him. It's a snippet of a part of the entire story, but he did lend me tanks. I used to collect samples from everyone, and I grew their bodies in vats because they insisted on running out and dying all the time."

Clones. Clones, clones, clones. NVE clones and Bones clones that they made. Bran clones, and Mon clones, and Tsu clones that she made. There were missing clones, parts of a soul stuck into new bodies.

"Mon, tell me about this second soul. Tell me everything you can recall. And someone go find that cyborg. Memories can be reshaped but data is data. It might know more than we do."

[Monfrox]

"I'm not sure. I see people. Lots of people that I don't know. Family, I guess. Friends. Colleagues. There are some dressed in a military uniform as well. Going places. The store. Houses. Talking with people." Mon held her head. "It's making me dizzy..." She looked up and grabbed the chocolate milk. "Thanks, NVE." She said before she chugged it. She groaned a bit as the memories separated and became clearer on which was her's and which wasn't. "Okay...I uh...on top of all that...I can see....ooo...stuff that ain't good. Lot of sad stuff. Lot of happy stuff too, though. I think it's hardly a balance in the more recent ones, though. I'm not sure what to make of it all, to be honest." She looked between the two.