OPEN LOG!!

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Characters: Booster (no_wait_gold), Fuuka (gentlepriestess), Pi (tomysister)
Location: IN UR REALITY, FLYIN THROUGH THE CITY
Time: Now
Summary: This is an OPEN LOG. Anyone can tag! Booster is simply flying through your city, which is of course, not merged with his own. Prepare for "wait wut"
Warnings: Will add as people tag?


"Oh come on, it seemed like a really good idea at the time."

"You say that quite often, sir. It hardly ever is."

Booster dipped in the sky, the small (and matching) robot dipping with him. He landed in a field softened with clover as a rotation crop and sighed. There was a plate balanced in his hand, but a cloth had been thrown over it. The cloth was rough and rather dirty looking, but the sauce seeping through didn't help much. Booster ignored Skeets for the moment, looking around until he saw the oak tree that dotted the otherwise flat landscape.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up Skeets, I know," he said as he walked over to the tree, and leaning against it, "It's worth it."

"But sir..."

The cloth came off of the plate, revealing a marvelous, and somewhat scattered plate of spaghetti alla carbonara. This was what time traveling was good for. A plate of Italian cuisine made in the 1400's? Rip could complain all he wanted later, Booster was going to savor this extremely authentic Italian. He'd have to find Michelle since she had wandered off, but there shouldn't be a problem in 15th century Italy.

The thing was, "shouldn't" hardly ever applied to Booster.

He hadn't even taken three bites of his (delicious) spaghetti before he heard shouts from behind him. It startled him so much that he nearly dropped the plate, but managed to barely keep it from falling with his fingertips.

"Oh man, that was close... Wait, crap! I thought this was remote enou--"

Booster looked down, seeing the crops underneath his feet. The fact that one of the people shouting and running towards him quite quickly was carrying a hoe...Well, that explained things. He almost abandoned his spaghetti there, but he had already gone through the trouble of getting it, so he went to the air, still carrying the spaghetti in his hand, with Skeets following behind once again. The farmers continued shouting, but luckily they couldn't do anything to stop him. He really hoped the flying thing wouldn't change history or something.

Again, the thing was, Booster was never that lucky. However, rather than changing the course of history as we know it, his poor luck simply cursed him with a breeze that made the spaghetti slip off the plate, plummeting to the ground.

"Oh, that is not fair--"

Booster dove towards the ground too, trying to catch his hard-stolen meal on the plate before it hit the ground.

Or, you know, the people below.

Comments

Three paragraphs and no spoken words lol

[gentlepriestess.livejournal.com]

To be quite honest, nothing really was making much sense to Fuuka anymore. At this point it seemed almost as if anything could happen, and each thing would most likely be more absurd than the last.

So after the whole incident with the Plane, the onsen, and then the Tarot card that she had ended up placing in her schoolbag for safekeeping, she was sitting on a bench in the Gekkoukan High courtyard, eating a storebought bento she had gotten that morning -- she decided she wouldn't push her luck with all of her focus being spread out across these strange events.

So she was rather surprised at how calm she was when she realized the figure soaring about above was going too fast and was too small to be an airplane or even a helicopter. Especially once it dropped something that looked like...a plate of noodles? In fact the only betrayal of her shock seemed to be her dumbfounded blinking and the chopsticks frozen above her lunchbox, the rice slipping slowly out of it.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

There were many things odd about this scene. In fact, making a numbered list would be pointless, because you'd probably get up to ten and still have a few more to list. But the one that stuck out the most to Booster was a young girl sitting in a courtyard of a monastery, eating with chopsticks.

That was weirder than even he was used to. And his spaghetti was speeding towards her.

Booster dipped down further, trying to speed up to the noodles, all the while ignoring Skeets' commentary. Yes, he knew there was a civilian, but why was Skeets so calm about it? Even robots would be surprised by this. Or if they wouldn't, they should be. It was close, but the spaghetti landed with an unpleasant, wet slap on his plate, flicking some of the red sauce onto her face.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry," Booster started to apologize right away, "Oh wait, you probably can't understand me. Uhhh, no speak-e--no wait, parl-o, Italiano."

""

"Yeah, that's it. Never studied Italian."

Booster already started to back away, looking around nervously in case the commotion might wake the monks. Man that would suck.

[gentlepriestess.livejournal.com]

Fuuka hardly gave the marinara a thought as she absentmindedly wiped it off her face and was glancing around the schoolyard, wondering if anyone else was seeing what she was.

From the casual and almost dull chatter of the other students around her, apparently not.

...Did this have anything to do with the strange buzz in her head whenever it was quiet? She certainly didn't hear it now, but...

Then, she heard the man -- who looked an awful lot like one of those American superhero characters -- start speaking to her in Italian, or what apparently was supposed to be Italian.

"...S-Sir...I, um...I'm Japanese. I don't speak Italian, so don't worry about that."

She noticed him looking around, and she presumed that the man was nervous about all the other students around who ostensibly couldn't see him. "Somehow, I don't think they can see you, so..."

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

For Booster, it wasn't exactly unusual for him to hear her words in English. Rather than the Plane being responsible for translating her speech, he figured that it was the technology in his own suit (with help from Skeets). The problem was, it only tended to work in one direction and didn't suddenly instruct him how to speak Italian or Japanese.

That was what was weird. She understood him anyways, despite definitely speaking fake-Italian and English.

"Wait, you can understand me? I guess you speak English, but---No, wait, what are you doing in Italy in the 15th century? I don't think you're supposed to be here..."

Booster tapped at his wrist at one of his sensors and communicators, but Skeets vocalized what he had been searching for first.

"" Skeets started, but Booster stopped him. It was one of his moments of realization and seeing as there were monks coming out of the carved eaves to chase him away, he had just an idea of what could be wrong here. A fairly modern Japanese girl in 15th century Italy was the kind of thing he would expect from that place.

"Hey, uh..." he started, scratching his head, "You're not from the...place with the stars, are you?"

[gentlepriestess.livejournal.com]

"F-fifteenth century?!" Fuuka exclaimed, befuddled. She glances around again, and lowers her voice, but still no less confused. "Italy? What...what are you talking about...? Isn't this Iwatodai...?"

Then, something else he says gives her pause. "The place with the--" Fuuka blinked, in a flash knowing what he was talking about. "The...the Plane! The Astral Plane! You know about that? You've been there, too?" It wasn't just...a strange dream? All the rest of the SEES members thought I was probably too stressed from all that happened on the night of the full moon...

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

No longer worried, Booster grinned. If she knew what the Astral Plane was, then that was slightly less worrisome. It was only less worrisome because:
a) Rip wouldn't chew him out for suddenly ending up in Japan.
b) Time wasn't broken. Again.
c) The Plane made less sense than he thought.

No, wait, point 'c' was extremely worrisome. Booster had been confused that Rip wasn't able to pinpoint what the Astral Plane was and that Skeets couldn't come with him to analyze it. He had been able to analyze it enough to know that it wasn't exactly a time anomaly and thus, it was out of his jurisdiction. Sort of. The Doctor had given him the datapad, but Booster had basically ignored it in lieu of the past two years' events. Now it felt like it was welling up as another responsibility to add onto his shoulders.

There was no reason to give this girl a hint of his worries, though.

"Yeah, I know about it! I've been able to go there for a while, but...Man, that's weird. You really aren't seeing Italy right now? What are you seeing?" he asked curiously, but then shook his head.

"Well, I guess introductions are better to start off with. Uhh, name's Booster Gold, superhero extraordinaire. Well, maybe not extraordinaire, but you get the idea."

He offered his hand to shake, but remembering ancient (in the 25th century, anyways) Japanese culture and instead bowed just slightly. For Booster, it felt awkward, but he was smart enough to know to observe some other culture's traditions. When he knew about them, anyways.