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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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She watched him sit down on the chair next to her disapprovingly, but as long as he kept his hands to himself it would be tolerable. She was used to Tomonari's breaches of her personal space, but at least Booster wouldn't trigger Expression.
Of course, this was a difficult situation to explain. "That's not quite what I meant," she replied, rubbing her temples. The matter was too sensitive to talk about in public, since the dimensional issues were well known as it was. "There's other issues that I'm concerned about." But then again... "have you had dimensional problems in your world?"