Arrival

[originalcopy]

[Church is looking around the Foyer wondering where in a dilapidated old base they had been hiding a poshly decorated castle entryway. Had he gone through a teleporter and not noticed? Those things weren't exactly comfortable.]

The hell? Did they let Doughnut decorate?

I swear to God if those idiots have dragged me into another Goddamn mess I'll fuckin' kill them all!

[Facing the choice of exiting into unknown territory and moving further into the structure he decides the best odds for finding out where he is are inside. Still, there was no reason to be stupid about it. He draws his pistol and carefully enters the lobby.]

Well.... shit....

[A giant lobby filled with plush furniture and what look like civilians was almost exactly opposite of what he was expecting.]

Comments

[encryptedlock]

[That voice sounds...vaguely familiar. It's been a few years though.]

Church? Is that you?

[originalcopy]

[A guy who isn't in Red or Blue armor is pretty much immediate reason to be suspicious. He isn't lowering his gun but he isn't pointing it directly at York either.]

Do I know you?

[Skeptical Church is skeptical]

[encryptedlock]

[York shrugs, looking relaxed even with that sniper rifle. (If he's anything like the other versions of Church he's met here before, he's in absolutely no danger of actually being hit.)]

Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I'm Freelancer York.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Well... A familiar voice. A very annoying familiar voice. One he has to investigate] ...

Son of a bitch. Church? What are you doing here?

[originalcopy]

[well now he's definitely holding the gun right at you. (and yeah, no danger in the slightest)]

That's just great! Another fuckin' Freelancer... Well no thank you, you can turn right around and march your fancy ass right back to where ever the hell you came from!

I'm not buying any of your bull shit today.

[originalcopy]

OH GOD DAMNIT! Two of you?!

[cheerupemoborg]

[Sittin' on one of said pieces of plush furniture, flipping through his journal.]

You're in a mess all right, but your friends are not at fault, I assure you.

[i_got_this]

[Wandering into the lobby on her way to the kitchen. Huh, armored guy. She's wondering if she should know him.]

No, it's just the fucking castle. Better get used to it.

[originalcopy]

Ok... One, they aren't my friends. Two, I'm pretty sure I can find a way that this is their fault.
and three... shit dude, what happened to your face?

[encryptedlock]

[York has to hold back a bit of a laugh. Yep, same old Church all right.]

Hey, I was here first. And in case you hadn't noticed, there's no easy way back to wherever you were before. You see anything around that looks familiar?

[Of course he won't.]

[originalcopy]

[Yeah, he's not buying that]

What? Some magical castle just happened to bring me here to hang out with you guys? Fuck that!

[originalcopy]

Well, now that you mention it... that lampshade looks mighty familiar. Gosh, why didn't I recognize it before.
[if Church could roll his eyes]

[i_got_this]

Yup pretty much. Don't believe me just try wishing for something.

[She seems very amused by Church's anger right now.]

[encryptedlock]

You see? So stop trying to blame me for something I obviously didn't do.

Now, if you want to start listening instead of just waving that thing around, you can start by looking for a journal with your name on it.

[originalcopy]

Right... next thing you'll be telling me about the frolicking unicorns and elves.

Are all of you insane or am I just lucky enough to have interrupted your special weekly meeting?

[i_got_this]

Uh, no, the elves don't frolic. The unicorns might, but you'd have to ask them yourself.

It's called free reign, okay? If they happen to want to be here too that's their deal. I was on my way to the kitchen for some grub and then I'm going back to my room where it's quiet.

[Nevermind that she left her room in the first place because it was too quiet.]

[originalcopy]

[Still not really convinced it isn't the Freelancers fault somehow]

Journal? What, are you guys all into getting in touch with your inner feelings now or something?

[encryptedlock]

Nah. They're used for communication here. Most people haven't even heard of radio, seems like.

--And I'm not kidding. You can hear people talking through it all the time.

[originalcopy]

You're seriously insane aren't you?

[originalcopy]

[He's not letting go of the gun just yet, but it's lowered.]

And where is "here"?

[Please don't say "magic castle" like the purple ranger there did]

[cheerupemoborg]

Cosmic rays happened.

[i_got_this]

No, I'm seriously hungry, and you'reseriously in my way. You know what? I give up.

[Yes she just wished up a pizza and is sitting down at one of the coffee tables with it, pulling off her helmet.] Think I'm crazy now?

[originalcopy]

You should try a better sunscreen.

[originalcopy]

[ok, so she's eating a magic pizza...]

Yes, yes I do. Just because you're eating a magic pizza doesn't mean you're not crazy.

[He keeps his voice as neutral as possible as he looks away. It's easier for him to hate Freelancers if he doesn't think about the human under the armor.]

[i_got_this]

[It's also very tasty magic pizza.]

Well, whatever you think now, come get me in a week and let me know if it's changed. [And then she notices him looking away.] What, is it the scar? Can't handle a bit of facial scarring?