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shifted_logs2009-11-26 01:25 am
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OPEN LOG!!
Characters: Booster (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
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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?"
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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...
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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.