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[vengefulagent]

[a tall man in steel-colored body armor with yellow trim is currently very engaged with perusing the brochures at the information kiosk, a holographic version hovering at a comfortable height for him to read. after a moment, he waves a hand to dismiss the brochure, but underneath that helmet, he's blinking, unsure if someone is just pulling his leg or...]

[frowning, he starts looking around again at what's around him: the random buildings that shouldn't exist but do and outer space in every single direction.] This...can't be real. [in his heart, though, he has a feeling the brochure is telling the truth. it's all far too elaborate and thorough for it to be a lie, and the appearance of the shop on the Mother of Invention makes complete sense now (though he has a strong urge to report it to the Director anyway).]

[very quickly, duty supersedes any other curiosity he has--and anyway, he's satisfied the need for initial reconnaissance, so it's time to report in! he taps the side of his helmet, activating his long-range comms systems]

Come in, Command, this is Agent Washington. I seem to have...um... [he falters, unsure of how to go about explaining that he's suddenly on a plane of existence that is the meeting point for many universes without sounding like he's gone completely insane. so, he just settles for establishing contact and going from there] Command, do you read? [he pauses for a second, hoping for some reply, but only hears static. this doesn't please him, not one bit.] I repeat, Command, do you copy? [and again, he gets no answer. he grumbles under his breath]

[slowly] Okay...I'm going to assume everyone has gone to get a cup of coffee from the mess hall. Because we all know how great that stuff is. [he waits for a reaction to his sarcastic remark, but gets none]

What the hell?! [he lets go of the long-range comms button, his arm flopping to his side. his annoyance with those back home seem to have pushed everything else he read in the brochure completely out of his mind for the moment.] Someone should always be monitoring the comms! That's basic protocol. The Director is going to hear about this when I get back.

Comments

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Ah -- I'm pretty sure that you can't call people on the Plane unless they're also here, Mister.

[Tiny Japanese kid -- just what everyone wants to find on their Astral Plane.]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

It's not really their fault. You can't communicate with anyone off the Plane when you're here. [Have a smiling blond who has his hands shoved in his jacket pockets]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies happened to walk by to catch the end of that, and she can't help looking terribly amused] You know, I've got a feeling you're not going to get very far with that complaint.

[vengefulagent]

What? [looks around for the source of the voice--really, he didn't think he'd need to set his motion tracker while he's off-duty--then sees the tiny kid.] Um...thanks. But shouldn't you be in school or something? Or at least accompanied by an adult?

[vengefulagent]

[even if one could see his face, he isn't smiling back yet. he might be disapproving of the length of Dino's hair] That's ridiculous! It doesn't say anywhere in this informational kiosk--[gestures at it]--about communications being jammed the moment you come here. [so basically, it's someone's fault.]

[vengefulagent]

[cocks his head to the side, regarding her. he can tell he's being teased, but damnit, he's annoyed by this] Really. And how would you know?

[traitortwin]

[Oh. My. God. This place is filled with really, really annoying people, and all South wants right now is to just find a corner and get away from everyone. So they stop asking her questions, and staring at her armor, and basically being idiots, and--

... Speaking of annoying people.

As tempted as she is to dodge him just like she wants to dodge everyone else she's run into so far in this goddamn place... well, at least he's familiar. ... Ugh.]

Radio silence here. It isn't jammed, it just doesn't exist. Don't bother.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Don't think the Astral Plane really bothers with either of those things!

[vengefulagent]

[he lets out a little sigh. great. she isn't exactly the top person he'd pick to be stuck some place like this, but at least she's someone he knows]

Yeah. I gathered that. You'd think someone would bother explaining that. I should let this...Broderick Naismith know he's forgotten a crucial detail in his pamphlet.

[vengefulagent]

Well, it should. There are enough buildings around here that I'm surprised there isn't a school.

[he lets out a little sigh, wondering what to do with the kid. a part of him is really glad he isn't armed right now. not...that he'd worry too much if the kid got a hold of his weapons; he always keeps the safety on when he's not going into a combat situation] So, as you probably heard, I'm Agent Washington. What's your name?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

This isn't really a place, Washington-san! Not like what you're thinking, I think ...

Ah, I'm Edogawa Conan -- Conan's my first name!

[vengefulagent]

[honestly, he doesn't know what to think] So I see...

Conan, huh? [he also thinks a kid's perspective on things could prove interesting] Why don't you tell me what you like about this place?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

What I like about it?

... well, I meet some interesting people here!

[traitortwin]

[... She shakes her head.]

Fine. You can do that. I'm going to find someone in charge.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Since Dino hadn't read any of the brochures, this does came as a surprise to him] Maybe someone should talk to the person who made it then, and have it added in. But even without it there, it's the truth that we're a cut off from home while were here.

[grip_on_reality]

'Cause I've been here a fair bit longer than you have, judging by the look of you. [she gestures at the kiosk] Have you tried one of the brochures yet? They're not exactly comforting, but they do help fill in the details about how your life just got turned upside-down. [and, her sarcasm level rising, she adds:] Welcome to the Plane!

[vengefulagent]

[tilts his head] What kind of people? I read this is supposed to be multi-verse, but does that include people from different times as well?

[vengefulagent]

[takes a step forward] And I'm going with you. Mr Naismith and the person in charge could be connected in some way.

[vengefulagent]

Oh, I plan to, all right. [but for now, he just takes a paper copy of both brochures and stuffs those into a protective hard-case on his waist]

Is there some sort of security system or internal policing unit here in case there's trouble of any kind? [but as soon as he says that, he has his doubts. that seems like the sort of thing that would have been mentioned]

[vengefulagent]

[his sarcasm levels easily rise to the occasion] You know, for a welcome wagon, I'm surprised you didn't come with a half-eaten gift basket and expired coupons for the local two-star restaurant. I'd almost be disappointed if I'd been expecting anything at all.

[traitortwin]

[What? Dammit, no! Ugh!]

Except that it said he doesn't know who's in charge.

[vengefulagent]

I didn't say there was a direct connection. Just a connection. [and besides, the person in charge is far better option for his complaints than a brochure maker]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

... you catch on pretty quick, Washington-san! It does.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[That causes Dino to think for a moment] No that I know of. Occasionally you get cops wandering through here, but there's nothing official. We're just left to look after ourselves. [Dino is perfectly fine with that.]

[grip_on_reality]

Nope, the Plane's even less welcoming than a backwater town! But it has got a bar and a kitchen, so if you're looking for half-eaten food, you've come to the right place.