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[realitymods]

[Onto the plane lumbers a lean man dressed in a suit and tie, for the most part, with the suit pants replaced with a pair of blue jeans for some ungodly reason. He glances around the plane with a scowl before pulling a bottle of pills from his pocket. He dry swallows two before lumbering over to the technical difficulties sign, a hand over one of his temples.]

Shoulda gotten someone else to do this shit for me.

[He grabs the sign up and places it under one of his arms. The man wavers on his feet for a moment before standing up straight and yelling as loud as he can, so at least one person can hear him.]

Hey! This fucking place is fixed. Sorry for, you know, you people having to deal with more of you popping up. Someone was trying to figure out how the damn selecting people device works. And by figure out, and by someone, I mean I was hitting it with a wrench to see if I could make you all stop showing up. Fat lot of good that did.

So, yeah. It's fixed now, you can go back to being sickening without worrying this place is gonna collapse on itself.


[Raymond Keys: supreme charmer. He's about to leave when he stops, a confused and annoyed expression on his face, and pulls paper out of his pocket. He glances over it, glares, crumples it up and tosses it on the floor.

Then he wordlessly stands there, with all the expression of someone who wants to leave, but isn't allowed to yet.]

Comments

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley arches a brow at the noises, and steps closer to make it out better. It's fixed? Really now. He decides to approach since it looks like he's stuck.]

So I take it you need to make small talk with the test subjects or something?

[unseensense]

[Raymond rolls his eyes.]

How astute of you. Yes, I'm being told to, in Jed's words, 'stop being a sourpuss and socialize'. And seeing as he generally has my balls in a vice grip, here I am! Disgusted and a little nauseous, but not bucking the system like the good boy I am.

[eyesofaserpent]

Would a little alcohol help to remedy the strain you must be under?

[lamb_of_gold]

A shame. I had appreciated the company.

[THERE IS A SAD SOUL IN HERE NOW. But whatever, Mu bends over to pick up the paper. He doesn't read it or anything though.]

Littering is a poor habit.

[unseensense]

You wanna get on my case? Get on all the people who leave their paperwork laying around first.

[He sniffs disdainfully.]

And it isn't like it'll do anything. Oh no. One piece of crumpled paper in the infinite expanse of the Machine. Surely it will all come apart due to that terrible man.

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfamiliar with the butterfly effect, hm?

[most_feared]

I hope you get paid enough for this shit.

[Because you, sir, sound as though you have a shit job. He's going to have a smoke on the Plane. Because he can and it's hard to find places where you can do that anymore.]

[unseensense]

[He crosses his arms.]

I wish Jed'd pay me. It wouldn't make the job any less terrible, but I could blow the money on filling my tub with coffee and then spend the night lamenting my poor choices regarding money.

[most_feared]

Sounds like they got you by the balls. [He's not going to lie, though, he likes that bathtub full of coffee idea because it probably rivals what he drinks every day.]

So they got one guy working on the mechanical multi-dimensional transcendent universal- [Vague motion around, whatever the Plane is.] -hotel lobby thing?

[windyheir]

[It's too bad you lost your chance to escape, Ray, because now a certain windy brat is going to bother you.]

It's alright, having more people here was pretty exciting! But thanks for fixing it, too.

[unseensense]

[Oh no. Oh no. Look at the expression of disgust and horror and 'oh no' that spreads on his face that no icon this account possesses can properly express.

Something that makes him ill. And a child. Combined into one horrible, terrible monstrosity. Someone kill him now.


In fact this expression is so overwhelming he cannot even find words. This is worse than the time Sergei forced him to watch all three of his kids. Or was it four kids? There were too many people under 20 and it all became a horrible blur of a nightmare!

Sorry, John. He will be with you momentarily to be unpleasant.]

[windyheir]

[Well that sure doesn't look good at all. John has no idea why Ray suddenly looks sick, but he can't help but worry about it.]

Hey, are you alright?

[holmes_fanatic]

Ne, did it work?

[Poor Ray. This kid is even smaller and kid-like than John.]

[unseensense]

[He gives Conan a disdainful look.]

No. What I wanted to work didn't, kid.

[holmes_fanatic]

Do you know why?

[grip_on_reality]

[now there's a voice that Menzies most certainly recognises] Here in person this time! Must be a bad day for you.

[unseensense]

[He recognises the voice as well, and slides his hands in his pockets.]

It's always a bad day for me, Pattie.

[stillshinigami]

Hey. So you're one of the guys in charge here?

[unseensense]

Yeah, I am. And here I am, ready and forcefully willing to answer any and all inane questions you likely have waiting for me.

[lameway2die]

Have you ever thought about, oh, maybe actually trying to FIX the machine instead of just beating it with a wrench?

[This from the girl who likes to tinker with things.]

[unseensense]

It wasn't broken in the first place. I was trying to break it, but it didn't break in the way I expected.

[encourage]

Oh.

[ Sakura stares at this guy. ]

Thanks. I think.

[ Now if the same could be said for things back home? That'd be great. Fantastic, really! ]

Too bad the solving things by physical force bit didn't work right off the bat.

[unseensense]

[He scowls. Whether at her or just existence itself is up for debate.]

I wasn't using physical force to fix it. I was using physical force to break it.

[vengefulagent]

[have a tall man in full body armor sizing you up, Ray! Wash didn't expect someone so...ordinary looking to be involved with those he met when he first arrived, like Meredith and that guy with the odd smile...]

So you fixed this "machine", huh? [he doesn't sound sympathetic. he thinks the whole thing is highly inefficient and should have been handled immediately--and by someone who knew what was supposed to be done.] What happened to it in the first place?

[he doesn't expect an answer, but hell, it's worth a shot]

[unseensense]

What happened to it is I took a wrench. And I hit it with the wrench. And that is how it broke.

[His expression is deadpan and serious. This is, indeed, what he did. He just went up to it that day, decided to skip finesse, and began to beat the thing with a wrench to try to break it.]