Galileo's Burden, Phase Alpha: Bungle in the Jungle

[cityship]

((PLOT POST! READ IT!))

Stacy's voice rang out through the corridors of the ship, announcing that a message had been received and would be played on the Obs Deck momentarily.

The message was patched through a few minutes later, shown on a holographic screen. It was shot in very poor video, from a very old communicator frequency.

( A plea for help. )

Training Day... [Open]

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

Aim, pull, fire.
Aim, pull, fire.
Aim, pull, fire.

Between opening her little restaurant and her usual job with helping out Nathan Petralli, Sasami's found a little time in her day to do some practicing. Ever since she had went through that brief practice run with Reimi, Sasami's been trying to improve her aim using the bow and arrow. While the string pulling was easy to handle, it was her aim that she really needed help on. With just one target, only one arrow made it and even then, it barely struck.

But, now wasn't the time to mope. She had to get better. She knew her friends were in trouble and she had to be ready to defend them when the time came. She'd keep trying to improve, no matter what.

Aim, pull, fire.
Aim, pull, fire.
Aim, pull, fire.

As she set up another arrow, she adjusted a small bracelet on her arm, seemingly wooden in nature...

Turns out that once you cross childhood's borders you CAN return again [Open]

[staturity]

After hearing the clock, Cassie had headed straight back to the Med bay. It had taken a while for the others to start deaging, hadn't it? And they were working on a cure anyway so- this was O.K. they all had time. They'd figure this out.

Except Cassie had less time than she thought. Maybe it was that she had been GLaDOSed recently. Maybe it was the pym particles in her system. Maybe it was all the stress her body had taken lately. Maybe a being of total control over here just felt like it. Whatever the reason, about halfway to Med bay, the effects of the Melting Clock took effect.

Cassie Lang was now 11 years old and totally confused about why she wasn't in the Baxter Building. Not to mention all the extra memories she had which... made no sense. She was 11, not 16! She hadn't been blown up. Her dad wasn't- and had never- died. The only boy she was crazy about was named Kristoff Vernard. And as much as she wanted them, she didn't have super powers.

This was totally crazy! This had to be some kind of super villain trick. That had to be it! She was fighting off the mind control. She could do this! Maybe the others were around, in their own illusions.

"Uh, dad? Kristoff? Invisible Woman? Human Torch?" She called, looking around. "Thing? Anybody?" She waited for a few moments. "I know this isn't real. You're making a huge mistake if you think you can manipulate me."