http://waylostandfound.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-01-10 11:43 pm

Where's a good distraction when you need one?

They haven't been all getting locked away in experiments. Well maybe they had at times and somehow found the way to block it out.

It's a mystery.

But now there was a Nathan, a Xander, and a Kate all milling around the Living Area. Nathan was currently pacing around, while Kate was checking her bow on one of the fleshy seats. Xander was resisting the urge to poke the weird sculpture just from sheer boredom.

If there was ever a group that needed distractions, it would be them.

(ooc: Tossing the lot in since been ages that they're all had posts and threads. Newly popped pups, come on in. Old pups, definitely stop by. Especially any car keys one. My AIM's Whspr2ascrm13 if you need to ping. Tag any of them individually, just say you want in the thread. The post will be open forever for threads.)

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-14 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It is the crackhouse-looking building," Paco said. "It's full of broken clocks for some reason. We found this weird secret passage and a hidden pool, it's way awesome."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-14 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"A hidden pool? Here?" Kate brightened, though part of her wondered the odds of it meaning swimming pool and not sewer pool full of poo? Which granted is a lot more likely in a city.

She continued walking alongside him though.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, hidden pool. Who'd have thought?"

Paco gestures her into the clock house. As suggested, all four walls were absolutely covered in clocks, all of them stopped just before three.

There was a platform in the center of the room, turning slowly and ticking away quietly.

"Guess where they keep the secret passage."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-14 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I'll take the giant spinning platform for 500 hundred dollars," She wryly commented.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Bzzt! Wrong! That's the trigger to open the secret passage." Paco hopped up on the platform and grinned at her. "Not exactly the most discreet thing ever."

The minute hand on the clock face bobbed back and forth, and he pushed it into the o'clock position. One by one, all of the other clocks in the shack clicked to three and the doors and windows shut tight.

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
She hopped up after him.

"I was so close, darn. So what's my consolation prize?"

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
The platform was pretty small, so Paco took advantage of the close quarters to dip her over the edge and give her a kiss.

"Make-out session down by the pool?" he said, grinning and pointing at the hole in the wall that had just opened up inside the grandfather clock. "I think it's even Stacy-free down there."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Kate was briefly surprised and then pleased as she kissed him back.

"Mmm... sounds like fun."

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Ladies first," Paco said, gesturing toward the passage way. "Watch your step, it's a bit slippery."

---

An hour or so later (who could tell on this weird-ass ship anyway?), Paco and Kate exited the clock house, the former looking quite pleased with himself indeed.

"Hmmm," he said, tapping his finger against his chin. "Where to next..."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Kate was currently trying to squeeze the water out of her hair.

"How about somewhere there's towels?"

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"If Stacy does towels, no one's told me," Paco said. "We're probably supposed to use the head-suckers in the bathroom."

Everyone seemed to slip the first time they visited the pool. Maybe they needed 'Caution: Wet Floor' signs.

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
She made a face at that.

"Ew, ok so even towels are wishful thinking, huh?"

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Towels, like pants that don't have a heart beat, are not provided by Meatship Space Cruise-Lines," Paco said. "Unfortunately, neither are suggestion boxes. Maybe we should install one."

The two of them headed toward the edge of the City, the path taking them between buildings that looked more like warehouses than works of art. Paco paused at the sight of one of the smaller ones, frowning.

"Is it just me, or does that sign look like the ones you see on public toilets?"

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Kate stepped closer to peer more at the sign.

"It does. Think it really is one?" She started to approach it.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
"No lock on the door, so Stacy probably doesn't have something trapped in there," Paco said. "Let's find out."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't mean anything, but here, you can go in first," She opened the door with a smug expression.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-17 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh boy, I get first crack at slaying the bathroom dragon!"

Paco walked through the door and automatically reached for a light switch. To his surprise, he actually found one.

The lights flickered on, and it looked like he had just walked in to any public restroom on Earth. The stalls were sort of tan, and there was a row of sinks in front of the mirror with an air-blowing dryer nearby. The walls were even covered in graffiti -- the usual stuff, nothing weird or alien about that either. Paco looked back over his shoulder.

"Yep, it's a bathroom!"

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: good thing I have this tab still open on my browser, LJ never sent a notif >:( *thwaps it*)

Kate strolled in, and glanced around. She made an immediate beeline for the hand dryer.

"As long as this works, I'm happy. And at least the toilets look normal in here."

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Paco poked his head into one of the stalls. "They even have toilet paper! This is my favorite building on board this ship forever."

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Kate was currently drying her hair.

"What was that?" she yelled.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Paco ripped off a hank of toilet paper and flapped it in Kate's direction.

"This building has toilet paper! Instead of creepy plants! It is the best building ever!"

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes widened, "Seriously? Oh I'm totally going to stop down here instead."

When possible, though likely not dealing with sucking plants in private areas would be great motivation to hold it.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Man. It says a lot about this situation that we're excited to have toilet paper," Paco said, shaking his head. He looked around, taking a closer look at the graffiti. "And now how normal this place looks is giving me the creeps." He grinned. "Bets?"

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well come on, something familiar for once. And what you got there?"

She stepped closer to peer at the graffiti.

[identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty standard bathroom graffiti. Tags, swear words, 'for a good time, call X', the usual stuff.

"Think anything's wrong with it?" he asked, nudging the stall doors open one by one. The bathroom was just too normal for him to believe it.

Or maybe the ship was just making him paranoid.