[ We find Some Of Our Mutie Freaks gathering in the kitchen for an early breakfast! Who knows what they'll do with this new day? I don't. ] [ Session Start! ] * Claire arrives, humming a Kirby tune. * Eric is there, of course, making food. Lotsa food. Pancakes are on the menu today. Blueberry chocolate chip, to be precise. With whipped cream. He's also got some hash browns, bacon, eggs, sausage, and english muffin's cooking. * Claire waves. "Hey Eric." Eh Claire, makin' breakfast. Most important meal of the day. ^_^ * Harry has finally learned the lesson of anyone who wants to eat a lot, which is to get Eric to do the majority of the work. He also arrived early, and now is just sorta resting head-down on the book that's open on the table. * Eric, apparently, is turning into the mansion chef. And he doesn't seem to care in the slightest, as cooking more is easy to do when you're already cooking for 10. * Claire takes a seat. Sleep well? * Alex wanders in, for once not looking like he was just freshly pressed. Not to bad, yeah. * Sam comes down for breakfast. Since she is VERY hungry. Very. And all the delicious smelling food has lured her like a moth to a flame. * Claire waves. "Hi, Sam." * Alex yawns broadly. "It's too early. How are you all so bright and cheery?" It's a good day for learning. * Sam waves back, and smiles! "Because there's food." Hey Sam, whazzup? * Harry raises his head off the table slowly and eyes Sam, then Alex. His eyes are red. Not red as in blooshot. Red as in red. "I am not bright or cheery." True. You're very red today. Hey, what do you want? Everything coming up roses for you? ( ...we have Harry and Sally, and we also have Sam and Max. ) (But Harry and Max seem to get along better.) * Harry blinks, and his eyes shift back to a normal bright blue as he begins to lean on his hands, elbows on the table. "Nope. Nothing like roses." Too bad. * Alex sits down at the table. There any fruit? I could use an orange. So, who wants somethin' ta eat? Speak up fast before I start eating this myself. ^_^ Me, please, Eric. Sorry, I'm not much for breakfast. What'cha want, Claire? Fruit's in the fridge. Whatcha got? What's up is... Well, things are doing good. I could use some of that food, too. Like I said, what'cha want? Hmm... Waffles. And a banana. * Max walks in, his usual hooded hands-in-pockets self. Under one arm is what can only be called "a book you could kill a man with". * Eric hmmms, and pulls out a waffle iron, clamping some mix in quickly before the other stuff burns. * Claire waves. "Hey Max." * Harry takes a breath and his hair shifts from a light blonde to a dark brown. He's sorta staring vacantly now. Hey, Harry, ready? ... I'll take a couple of waffles. M-m-morning. * Harry blinks and turns towards Eric. "Uh? Ready for what?" * Sam looks rather fascinated when she sees Harry's hair change colors. For your food. ^_^ * Eric throws out a few more irons, pouring in batter and clamping them closed. Oh. Right. * Harry rubs his head. "Sorry. Yeah, sure." He closes the book he was using as a pillow and shoves it aside. * Alex grabs an orange out of the fridge and starts peeling it. So what's on the agenda for today? * Eric makes a floating disk and starts putting plates of food on it. Enough to easily fill three people. He motions and it floats over in front of Harry before vanishing, leaving the plates a couple inches off the table. Illusion of Gaia. Then Castlevania. (Does that make them drop?) * Max walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a shaker of salt and a box of antacids. He sits down beside Harry, thunking the book on the table. (Yup.) (Let's see how your reflexes are.) (Bad.) ('s why it's only a few inches. ^^) Illusion of Gaia? Hadn't played that one. It's pretty good. (Illusion of Gaia was 93? @_@) (Yup!) (92 I think, actually.) (Wow. Must have sped right past Soulblazer.) What is it about? * Harry watches all of the plates fall to the table with loud clanky noises, one such fall sending a fork spinning off the plate and falling to the table. Good thing they were even on the invisible platform! It's about this kid with Telekinesis, who turns into a knight or this weird alien thing. * Max pops open the antacids one by one and tosses them into the void under the hood. So it's about a mutant. * Harry sniffles, then begins eating Eric's prepared meal. Woo. Food. Kinda, yeah Shapeshifter, eh? Sure, I'm interested. * Harry suddenly coughs around a piece of pancake and gives Sam a funny look. "Uh? What?" ( *snerk* ) * Eric tosses up his food and lands them on various plates, making an even bigger disk and putting them on. If you haven't seen Eric eat, this might be a little of a shock. But now you will. The disk floats behind him and goes over the table, where he puts all of them down. Once he's done, he starts eating. And eating. And eating. It's at least 10 normal breakfasts worth of food, probably more. * Sam gives Harry a weird look, "The game. Not... ... you?" * Segev is now known as Sally * Alex snickers. "Shot down." * Eric snerks. * Sally comes in, stretching langorously as ever. Funny, she's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and doesn't look like she's been to bed. "'mornin', all. I thought I smelled Eric's cooking." Is there another kind of cooking to smell around here? * Harry looks around with a sullen/angry look, especially at Alex, then it fades as he nods. "Right. Game. Of course." Hey Sally. Did ya 'sleep' well? ~_^ * Max polishes off the antacids and starts sticking a finger in the salt, then sticking it under the hood. Well, we could be smelling the art teacher's. But I hear prof. Logan's a lousy chef, so we probably don't want to. ( Logan as the art teacher? That's scary as hell. ) (X-2, he says he's the art teacher. :P) (It's a cover. ;P) ( Bwahahaha. ) Hn? Art teacher? I always sleep well. Had a marvelous midnight repast, too. I don't think I've even got room for some of your pancakes, Eric. ( Actually, that is a joke. And a reference to the second X-Men movie. ) Eh, that's too bad. Oh well, more for me! ( Black leather or yellow spandex. Hmm... ) Though...*digs 'round in the fridge and pulls out a pint of half-and- half, and pours herself a glass thereof*...I am a might thirsty. :9 * Harry eats more of the food, then mumbles, "It's good, Eric. Thanks." * Alex occupies himself with slowly eating the now-peeled orange. No prob Harry. Eh, what's wrong? * Harry quirks his head. "Huh?" * Claire eats waffle. Eh, you're mumblin' to yerself, not really talkin', and apparently didn't sleep well last night. What's wrong? He needs a stuffed animal. *matter-of-factly* Think you're right. * Harry licks his lips, and gets a quirky smile. "I'm just not used to all this, I don't think. Too much of a change." * Sam notices what Max is doing, "... Hey, you shouldn't stick your fingers in that. It isn't polite." * Eric makes a fluffy teddy bear who walks over to Harry and sits down. Which is kinda freaky in itself. * Alex blinks. * Max freezes midway to his mouth. "Um uh I was g-going to f-finish it." * Harry eyes the teddy bear carefully. His right hand twitches slightly before he goes back to eating. "Not so sure I need one of those." * Eric continues eating. Mmmmmm, he'd put someone on the Atkins diet in shock. Hey, let the guy have his salt. * Eric shrugs. "As long as he finishes it, I don't see a problem wit' it." * Sally sips her half-and-half. People on the Atkins Diet don't exist yet, and will put themselves in a malnutrition ward eventually anyway. Well, if he's going to finish it... I guess its okay... * Harry eat eat eats! "I don't do well without sleep anyway." * Max gets the last few crystals out, screws the top back on the shaker, then flips open the book to where a bookmark made of braided blades of grass has his place held. Have you been sleeping well, Harry? * Harry shakes his head. "Not... last night, no." Why not? * Eric chomps down on a stack of pancakes, idly watching Harry's reaction to that question. * Harry looks over at Alex, and his eyes go red again. "You ever have trouble when you sleep in a new bed or place?" Not really. * Sally turns a chair around and sits in it backwards, a thick cream mustache on her upper lip. Me neither. A few years of never sleeping in a bed more than a few weeks at a time and you'll be fine. * Max looks up at Harry, then at Alex, then at the window. He looks over to Sam, then back at the window. Finally, he pushes back his hood to reveal his greenness! And then rolls up his sleeves. Mmm, sunbeams. * Harry glares at Alex, clearly angry, then exhales and turns back to his food and shifts his eyes to brown before saying, "If you say so, Alex." * Sally seems to notice Sam for the first time, and studies him through her mirror-shades for a moment. "Hey, another new kid! What is this, Institute Pledge Week? My name's Sally, new kid. What's yours?" She opens her mouth and [GRINS] at Sam. * Claire sighs to herself. And eats waffles. Hm? Oh, hey, hey, he didn't mean anythin' by it, Harry? Right, 'lex? ( *Harry. ) Lex? Who is Lex? * Sally points at Alex, grinning a...physically possible grin at him. "Sorry, I get lazy when I talk." Um, sure. Do _I_ look like a bald man with a grudge? ... Nice smile. I'm Samantha. * Sally reaches over to offer Samantha a handshake. Pleased to meet you. * Sam takes her hand to handshake it then! "You, too." * Max turns the page, apparently engrossed in the story. Hokay! Anyone else I've not noticed new yet? This always happens when I stay out all night and have a good meal, I stop paying close attention to things. *chuckles* * Sally makes a show of turning her sunglasses on all the faces in the kitchen. Ya also missed a night in the Danger Room. You'd have loved it. ^_^ Yes, it was pretty fun. Aw, I missed Danger Room action? Drat. I'll have to be sure to be in the next session. It's not like the danger room is gonna up and run away. Well, not unless something -really- wierd happens. It's not the greatest of group activities, either. * Max finishes a chapter, readjusts his bookmark, and carefully closes the book. Then looks up. * Eric chuckles. "Only for you 'cuz you don't wanna have fun in it." * Alex frowns. "Some of us don't have mystical blowing-stuff-up-powers." * Harry looks up from most of his food being gone and says, "It wasn't so bad for the four of us. And two of us didn't do much blowing up anyway." Well. I don't have those kinds of powers either. Eric? M-may I um have a pancake? Eh, sure, there's some left over on the counter. I didn't do much blowing up. I just threw thigns around a bit You guys have guns. You're even pretty good with them. * Max looks over at the counter, and the plate is swiftly delivered via a roving Virginia Creeper. * Harry eyes Alex suspiciously, "Stop making excuses. Sam was a first timer." Eh, I don't think Sam's ever shot one before. She's a texan. It's in the water down there. It was the first time I even held a gun. Hm... *she manages to make that sound almost like a purr* I wonder how I'd fare in there, then. I suppose I could grin things to death. ^_^ Don't mind Alex. He's just got an inferiority complex. I do not! Seems like it ta me. * Max rolls up the pancake and eats it, looking around. Then sing us the Ghostbuster's theme! Got me. Let's not, and say we did. * Sally [grins], and the room dims considerably. "What, are you afraid of ghosts?" * The room also drops a good 7 degrees farenheight. * Alex stands up. "No, I'm not." * Sally stops grinning, and things go back to normal. "Well, then, what's the problem? C'mon, you're gonna have to play with it -sometime-, kiddo!" No, I don't think so. * Eric twirls a pencil on the table, after he has finished his food. "He's just gonna be a chicken. Nothin' ya can change about it." It's not a good idea. ... What kind of power is that? I am _NOT_ a chicken. Why not? * Sam just stares at Sally a bit. Maybe I can play the chicken dance and you will be. ^_^ ...I'll kill you. The moment it's over, I'll kill you. Eh, how? * Max says, around the pancake, "Y-you shouldn't make um fun." * Alex sighs. "I don't know. You could probably kick my ass." * Sally fades out. Then fades back in a few seconds later behind Alex, and stage-whispers in his ear, "Come on, you know it'll be fun... we won't be mean. What's your favorite song?" * Eric rolls his eyes and slams his hand palm-first on the table. "And *that* is the problem with your viewpoint." * Alex jumps halfway out of his skin, almost literally. * Harry looks between Alex and Eric and Sally, then shakes his head. "I'm way too tired to read between the lines here." Sweet Jesus! Don't DO that! * Claire chuckles. * Sally tries to look innocent. "Hm? Do what?" Then just read the lines. ^_^ It's h-his right to er not u-use it. What's he gonna do, be afraid of himself for the rest of his life? * Eric nods. "There's one way to take care of it and that's face it head on." * Max blushes green and looks down at the table intently. * Claire shrugs. "That's not necessarily right." Yeah, because that's the way to solve everything. Stand in front of it and let it run you down. You can always outsmart life. * Harry smiles a little and says, "Got a lot of life left, Sally. You've only been here a couple days." He glares at Alex again, then says, looking up at the ceiling, "Besides. He'll probably get enough from the teachers as is." We could always start small... maybe play you a little harmless children's song? * Alex pales. Don't. Just... don't. * Eric shakes his head at Sally. "Nah, that wouldn't suit him. Just play a song that says him as he is, I'd say. Maybe even make one up on the spot." ( Was Highlander out yet? ) (The music? Yeah.) You guys are making up rules and you have no way of knowing if they'll work. ( Yeah, Highlander was out. ) ( As was A Kind of Magic, which comprised nearly the entire soundtrack. ) ( Indeed. ) * Eric grins. "You seem to know the rules pretty good. And from your reactions based on the songs I suggest, I'm guessin you're gonna take whatever song we throw at ya and do somethin related to it. So, if we make a song that accurately portrays you, it *really* shouldn't have an affect. Right?" ... Wait, what's this about? Songs? I don't know. What about something that wouldn't change anything obvious? o/~ I am-- o/~ er, sorry. Ahem. "I am immortal. I have inside me blood of kings."? * Alex sits down and sighs heavily, holding his head in his hands. St-stop. * Harry blinks at what Eric says, then his body shifts its weight slightly, and he says, "When Max is saying something, you should realize you've pushed it. You two should cut it the hell out." I know a few rules. I doubt I'll ever know all of them. *sigh* Fine, fine...sorry. Just trying to help. Meh. I should have slept last night. * Max didn't look up from the table, by the way. Eh, look. I'm trying to help him out. Not having control of a power is like not having control of oneself. It just plain sucks eggs. Alex's probably afraid he'll hurt someone, humiliate himself, or somethin' equally stupid. But the first time *I* filled myself with radiation, I knew I'd have to learn how to control this otherwise I'd do somethin' worse to someone else. ...you okay over there, Max? *takes a seat next to him - yes, she's sitting in the chair backwards; she's hardly lady-like* ... f-fine. ... You should sit properly. * Claire looks down at that. "Not everyone can control things so easily, Eric." (*readjusts the skeery list*) (What, am I skeery now? :P) (Damn straight.) (Whoo!) (You jumped up to 5 of 10 instead of 7 of 9.) You sure? You look greener than usual...maybe all that sun isn't good for ya. *[grins] at Sam* Properly? However do you mean? (... Seven of nine... *KILL*) Like how I am sitting. Um I'm fine. R-really. * Harry glances over at Claire, then says, "Good idea, crappy execution. Make him hate it more so he'll hate it less." * Sam is sitting in a chair all nice and prim and proper. * Claire returns Harry's glance. "That's not what I... No, forget it." I've already hurt lots of people and humiliated myself. I'd prefer not to do it again, thank you very much. * Sally looks over Sam, and shakes her head. "But then I couldn't rest my head on my arms on the back of the chair. Besides, you're not slouching -nearly- enough." * Eric glances over at Claire and Harry, then back to Alex. "So... Yer just gonna give up." * Harry blinks, then says, "No, not you. Them." He shakes his head. "Sorry, Claire. M'Not all here." ( And, for that pic Nerem's been trying to share with people of Sam: www.umr.edu/~cej/Gaming/Samantha.jpg ) Nevermind it. Its rude to slouch like that. Even if it is comfortable... How can I experiment with something like this? Sweetheart, 'rude' is simply a matter of the company you keep. We're all relaxed here, right, guys? Eh, the scientific method. * Eric idly gives a thumbs-up to Sally. * Max is still looking studiously at the table. Uh. Relaxed. *cough cough* Sure. Controlled environment, play a song, see the reaction. Since the song has some bearing, it might be best ta stick to stuff that doesn't deal with more powerful concepts, and instead go with simplistic things. * Sam mumbles something about it still being rude... "Harry has it right." Hah. Controlled environment. * Eric grins. "What do you think the Danger Room is?" I wouldn't be nearly as good at focusing and controlling my powers right now if I didn't spend some time in there. * Sally moves her head down near the table, trying to meet Max's eyes. "Come on, what's bothering you? Unless you just like being all alone; never understood - why- people like that, but some do, so I'll stop botherin' ya if you'll jsut tell me why yer bein' so embarrassed-lookin'." You're assuming that the danger room could contain it. The danger room is built on alien technology and can take more than I can dish out and not have a dent. I think that could take it. Hell, I've seen some of the older people train in there. What they can do is just scary, and the place still remains unscratched. * Harry takes this opportunity in which everyone is being browbeaten to toss the plates in the sink. * Max wrenches his eyes away from the table up to meet Sally's. You can almost hear the muscles groan. "Um um um it's not r-right to do that. It's h-his self er and um he s-should decide." There are actually more stammers in there but it gets hard to read. I affected hundreds of people in an area bigger than this mansion, Eric. And I couldn't turn it off. * Sally nods. "But we're not forcing him. We can't. He still has to decide; we're just trying to convince him." Eh... with what? No one can truly force anyone to do anything. You always have a choice. * Alex turns red. "I'm not gonna say." That's not true. There is such a thing as mind control. (Why, no, Sally's -not- aware of Prof. X's full power. Why do you ask?) * Max lets out a sharp, short laugh. It's unnatural from the stammering green boy. Then he blushes again and goes back to staring at the table. * Alex turns even more red. Almost purple, in fact. ... Are you a pop singer, Alex? Pshaw. That's just twilight zone stuff, Claire. Otherwise, the mind- controlly people would rule the world. * Sam grins a bit. No! Definitely not a pop singer. * Eric raises an eyebrow. "Eh, would it help if I promised not ta laugh or tell anyone?" He smiles. * Claire rolls her eyes. "Right, and people can't bend spoons by looking at them." * Sally glances at Alex. "You sure 'bout that? You do look kinda familiar..." * Claire looks at a spoon. The spoon bends. * Harry stands over by the sink, not moving back into the middle of this mess. I'm sure. I was never a pop singer. My voice isn't so good. Yeah, I bet you were a model instead. Someone probably played some god- awful song over the speakers and ya did somethin' ya really regret. Without control of it. *shrug* Dunno. Maybe your power isn't really music related at all. Maybe you're power is to just always look familiar. ^_- * Eric snerks. ( Hopefully it wasn't Papa Loves Mambo. ) * Alex gapes. How did you know? You're another mind reader, aren't you?! * Alex backs away from Eric. * Sally puts her cigarette holder in her mouth, and feigns british arrogance. "Elementary my dear Alex." * Max suddenly flips up his hood now that Sally is distracted, grabs his book, and ducks out the door. He does seem upset, even for Max. * Eric rolls his eyes. "No. You just look like a model, you got music powers, and they ALWAYS play crappy music over the intercom at those things." Do the math, take a guess, and ya get the right answer. ^_^ Look, if you'd like me to help you out, I've got more time on my hands than I know what to do with. Really. Nah, Eric's no telepath, anyway. Telepaths always hate me. * Harry snaps his arm out and it stretches to grab the book he pushed to the side. He gives Eric one last glare, and walks out after Max, quickly. * Eric sighs. "Eh, what else is new. People always end up scared of me even though I don't do anythin'." * Sam keeps staring at Alex, "... I knew you were something like a model." And no, I'm not a telepath. If I was, I wouldn't have been confused as hell when Delia was talkin' in your head." * Claire rubs her head. *sigh* Somehow, Max and Harry seem more offended on your behalf than you are, Alex. * Claire stands up. "I'll go find them. Thanks for the waffles, Eric." Sure, no prob Claire. * Alex sighs. If ya don't want to try anything out, you're only cheatin' yourself. Until then, though, I'm gonna go do somethin' else. *shrug* Maybe work on my car. I'll go too, if that's okay? * Claire waves as the floats towards the door. She turns around only to realize she wasn't over far enough and hits her shoulder on the doorway. * Eric winces. "Ouch." * Eric makes a disk and puts all the plates on it, walking over to the sink and washing his dishes. * Claire lands, rubbing her shoulder, and echoes Eric. "Ouch." * Sally does that hissing intake of breath thing people do in sympathy for pain. "You okay, Claire?" * Sam stands up and moves to follows, "... You hurt?" Yeah. I'm okay. * Claire shakes her head. "It's nothing." Okay, good. Hey, Sam, before you go...I'm sure the others have asked you this, but I'm curious, too. Thanks, though * Claire heads out. Walking, this time. What's your trick? --welcome, Claire. I'm really not as bad as I act. Honest. <_< >_> Well, okay, maybe almost. Quit tryin' to fool people Sally. ~_^ * Sally sticks out her tongue at Eric. Well, its... nothing big. Best way to put it is that I can, for example, turn a fork into a sword. * Eric grins. "Eh, she's right though. She isn't as bad as she acts. Neither am I, and I don't think I act that bad. Most people apparently disagree right now." Oh, neat. Yeah, she's pretty good with it too. Maybe she can change other stuff, too? Yeah. But only within reason. * Alex stands up again. We should see if ya can transform things that I make. That'd be a hoot. Oh, by the way, Alex... I do know a..."place"...where there's practically no one else. I might be able to take you there, if you ever want to try "practicing". ...I've never tried to take anyone there before, though, so don't know if it would work. * Sam starts off after Claire again, "Okay! Sure!" Eric. Yeah, Alex? Wanna go to the danger room? If you're willing to risk it, I am. * Eric grins. "Glad to see you're willing to give it a shot. I'll commit to secrecy if ya want, in case things go wrong." (|)______________________________________(|) * Alex glares at Sally. "No." I want to play. *pout* ( Sally's got the biggest head ever @_@ ) (*crushes her head*) *sigh* Oh, well. That'll be two sessions I'll miss. ( *splat* ) * Eric finishes with the dishes. "'course, that won't keep telepaths out of my head. But they shouldn't go lookin' there anyways. Ready to go?" * Alex sighs. "Yeah, I suppose. Before I lose whatever guts I've got." ( Nah, her grin just actually exceeds her facial space. Or not. The emoticon may exaggerate the width just a touch. ) * Eric laughs. "You got more guts than anybody else I know." * Alex snorts. ( How 'bout the Blob? ) Well, have fun, boys. I think, this afternoon, I'll have to take everyone into the city. Find a pool hall, or something. * Sally [grins] and fades out. Have fun Sally. Wish I could join ya, but we gotta work this out. * Eric walks out to the DANGER ROOM! "Com'on, time waits for no mand." (err, man.) ( WHere'd Mand come from!>? ) * Sally 's grin, before it fades completely, responds, "Oh, it won't be until later this afternoon. You two will probably be tired of playing in the Danger Room by then." * Alex follows slowly after. I sure hope so. * Eric walks into the control booth in the DR. (Should we wait for Yu to continue this?) * Alex follows slowly behind Eric. "So what the hell are we going to do about this?" ( Ehn. Up to you. What most songs do is pretty obvious, honestly. ) (Okay.) ( *plays the French national anthem* ) Pretty simple. Pick some songs, see what affects they cause. From what happened with the Nirvana, I think it's safe to say the song's effect comes out when you hear it. So, if ya play something like Pinball Wizard, all that should happen is ya get kickass at pinball. For instance. I'd also go blind, deaf, and dumb. Oh? Eh, ya care to give your opinions on why? Because nothing can ever go right for me? * Alex shrugs a little. "It seems kinda literal. Which is why I don't want to risk hearing certain songs." * Eric sighs. "You're alive, you look ten times better than I ever have a chance to... Well, we could start with some classical stuff. Maybe some Pachebel?" Like what? * Eric hmmms... Maybe the Scooby-Doo theme song? Uh... Or how 'bout Greased Lightning? What, from Grease? Where else would it be from? * Eric chuckles. "Haven't ya always wanted a badass car?" Another one we could try is 'Dont worry, Be happy'. Okay. Try it. Alright. Could ya get into the Danger Room proper? I won't activate any programs, just the music. ^_^; Sure, sure. * Alex heads slowly down into the danger room proper. * Eric hmmms. He turns the lights on and kicks on the music. Mmm, Greased LIGHTNING. * Alex falls flat on his ass as Greased Lightnin' appears there, waiting for him, in all its badass, automatic, systematic, hydromatic glory, assembling itself in a flash of whirling car parts. Holy shit! * Eric looks at this and whistles. He talks over the intercom. "Ya want me to make some place for you to drive that badboy?" * Alex goes all starry-eyed. "Y-yeah. I think I do." * Alex stands up and walks slowly over to the driver's door and opens it gingerly, as if afraid it'll fall apart. * Eric hits a few buttons, making a nice long stretch of highway for Alex to speed down. No traffic signs, no street lights, and DEFINETLY no cops or people to get in the way. Just clear, open interstate. (How long is that song again? ^_~) (I'm looking... I don't remember, but I *think* it was like 5 minutes) ( Three minutes, 19 seconds. ) (Nice. ^_^) * Alex hops in the driver's seat and revs up Greased Lightnin', then takes off down the highway at phenomenal speed. It really IS a badass car. * Eric smiles. "Having fun Alex?" ^_^ Hell yeah! This thing rules! (Alex dies when the car slides off some grease into a lightning bolt.) ( Hah. ) (Actually, more likely he dies when he goes road surfing at the end of the 3 minutes 19 seconds. (Danger room. Safties will prevent it.) * Alex drives on and on and on, as far as he could possibly get, as fast as he could possibly go, for about three minutes. Hey, Alex, might want to stop, the song's ending. We're gonna want to try something else. * Alex skids into a beautiful powerslide and stops just as the song ends. Greased Lightnin' propmtly disappears, dropping him on his ass. "Ow!" * Eric winces. "Okay, remember to get out of rides before song ends. Still, that wasn't too bad, was it?" * Alex looks at the skid marks left by his tires on the road. "That could have been me leaving those marks, you know. You see why I don't like this?" That's why we're trying things out here and not outside out on the road, right? I'll put in one more song. That okay with you? * Alex looks at the tire marks. "Those look pretty real to me." Are they? Let me turn off the program. * Eric punches a few buttons and the program deactivates, revealing the bare interior of the Danger Room lit by lights. Wait, wait. So how the HELL was I driving on and on and on without hitting the wall? ( You were driving on the wall XD ) Eh, the Danger Room is a holographic simulation that uses alien technology to create physical manifestations that people can interact with for any number of purposes. * Eric scratches his head. "I think the easiest way of putting it is you were driving on light, or a treadmill." Or somethin' like that. ... I'm going to pretend that you didn't just mention alien technology and holographic simulations and treadmills and driving on light, okay? * Eric grins. "Fine by me. I just read the instruction manual." ^_^ * Eric hmmms and flips through the music library. ( We found Alex's theme song. ) * Eric hmmms and flips out a Foreigner CD. "Ya like Foreigner? Gonna try a song called Jukebox Hero." 's about a guy who gets a guitar and becomes a rock star. I know what it's about. I suppose I'm a guinea pig for science now. No you're not. You want to end now? That's fine too. Eh, I just want ya to get over feeling bad about yourself all the time. It really is unhealthy. (.... just realized Alex is the living incarnation of the Foreigner Belt and need to go lie down.) Eh, and I think you've already realized it. (You're hot blooded. Check it and see.) ( Foreigner Belt? ) ( Hah. ) No, go ahead. Play it. Alright Alex. Good luck. ^_^ * Eric pops in the CD and starts up Jukebox Hero. (The Foreigner Belt was a Belt that gave people who wore it and sung songs sung by foreigner the power of making the listener be affected.) ( ...whoa. Sweet! ) (Assuming I could spell. Examples being changing Meatwad into a Dirty White Boy, Giving Frylock Double Vision, boiling the Mooninites by making them Hot Blooded, and turning Carl's head into a game of Connect Four.) (Head Games. ^_~) ( Hah! ) (No doubt one of the best episodes ever.) * Alex looks down at the guitar in his hands as the song starts and begins playing. Badly. No, worse than that. It's pretty awful. * Eric frowns and mumbles to himself. * Alex doesn't really look like he cares, though, and keeps playing, playing right along with the song, slowly, ever so slowly improving. * Eric scratches his head. "Hey, Alex, you okay?" * Alex ignores Eric, and just keeps playing, slowly getting better, and better. A minute or two later, he's playing like a pro, and loving every minute of it. * Eric blinks and walks down. He makes himself a chair and has a seat, listening to the music. * Alex is now playing like a master, and just keeps getting better as the song plays on. * Alex stops just as the song stops, and the guitar disappears. He slumps a little. Eh, I'm really impressed Alex. That was awesome, man. ...it was a lifetime of practice in an instant. And now it's gone. * Eric frowns. "Really felt that way, huh?" Yeah. * Eric hmmmms... "Eh, if you want more help with it, I'll be thinking on how ta help you out. Something tells me you want to think aboot things a bit, though." * Alex shrugs. * Alex stands up and heads for the doors. * Eric gets up and heads out the doors as well. He smirks. "Good job AW, I knew ya got it in you." * Alex shrugs again. "Sure." * Alex walks out the doors and trudges lifelessly back to his room. [ENDNATION!]