Nikki Tyr: ::starts hunting through old surveillance videos of the headquarters for where Krissy was last seen, so she can be dragged to the vault:: Krissy 80: ::is currently trying to get Renie to continue their magical mystery tour:: Nikki Tyr: ::nothing very recent on any of the videos. The bathroom camera shows a strange dark veil over it, through which two person shaped shadows can be seen.:: Nikki Tyr: ::keeps watching the video. the person shaped shadows disappear.:: Krissy 80: ::one of the shadows disappears, screaming obsenities:: Nikki Tyr: Hmm. Person-shaped shadows. Maybe we can keep them as pets! Nikki Tyr: ::goes to the bathroom to investigate:: Krissy 80: ::a little voice tells Danielle:: would you really want pets that curse that much? Nikki Tyr: ::whispers to the little voice:: Oh, yes! It's better than the pets with the claws and the teeth and whatnot. Krissy 80: are you so sure that these don't have those? Nikki Tyr: I doubt they do. The cursing most likely works like painted eyes on butterfly wings. ::arrives at the bathroom and looks around:: Krissy 80: ::small whirring noises come from under toilet camera:: Nikki Tyr: ::inspects the toilet camera more closely, pulling the thin and ratty towel off of it:: Nikki Tyr: ::pulls out a Geiger counter:: I don't trust this, little voice that may or may not be only in my head. Krissy 80: ::the camera whirrs:: heh heh heh... and you trust me so much? and who's little????? Nikki Tyr: ::the Geiger counter detects no radioactivity. She walks around the small room with it. It starts making loud obnoxious noises near the laundry hamper.:: Krissy 80: sure it doesn't mean the toilet? Nikki Tyr: ::ignores the little voice. opens the lid of the laundry hamper:: Krissy 80: ::an echo bounces around in the hamper:: biiiiiiiiiiiitch......... Nikki Tyr: ::peers in. holds her nose.:: These towels must be growing something noxious! I wonder what it cures. ::upon hearing the yell, she accidentally drops the Geiger counter into the hamper:: Goddamnit, I just replaced the old one, too! ::jumps in after the Geiger counter:: Krissy 80: ah great... this is gonna hurt me in the morning. Nikki Tyr: Ah, a subterranean netherworld. ::looks down to discover that she landed on a moo cow and is now seated upon it:: Hello. Krissy 80: lucky you. they're not too far down the corridor. Nikki Tyr: Oh. I'd better catch up with them. ::yells:: Move, Moo-Cow! Krissy 80: moo. Nikki Tyr: ::the cow stands still.:: Bitch. ::slaps the cow. The cow gallops away (well, as well as a cow can gallop):: Krissy 80: moo. Nikki Tyr: ::moving along at a stately gallop, she and the cow pass many more balefully cud-chewing bovines.:: Nikki Tyr: ::no person-shaped shadows in sight. however, the tunnel begins widening out. it is lit up by luminescent slugs.::: Nikki Tyr: ::pulls on the cow's ears until it stops moving and settles down to its...its whatever cows do when they get bored. probably calculus.:: Krissy 80: ::a faint electronic hum fills the air:: Nikki Tyr: ::ties grape flavored dental floss to the cow's neck and holds onto it as she dismounts and approaches the luminescent slugs.:: Krissy 80: ::the slugs have been genetically engineered and have small Japanese logos on each of them:: Nikki Tyr: Intriguing. ::takes out a small canvas sack and starts pulling slugs off the wall and depositing them in the sack for later study.:: Krissy 80: ::the slugs give off enough light to reveal a large room beyond them. A faint undercurrent of television can be heard:: Nikki Tyr: ::fills up the sack with the slugs, then walk towards the large buzzing room, leading the cow behind her.:: Krissy 80: ::as she gets closer, she can hear the faint murmur of argument, nothing can be made out, but they sound kinda pissed:: Nikki Tyr: ::The TV in the buzzing room is big. It is very, very big. The people watching it, however, are normally sized.:: Krissy 80: ::it appears to be a control room of some sort. the big screen is currently displaying a view of the main hall of JLS HQ in addition to the big screen, there are smaller screens displaying various rooms and camera angles. the two people at the desk are fixated on a view of the bathroom, specifically the one beneath the toilet:: Nikki Tyr: ::ties the moocow to a handy hole in a rock outcropping outside the room, then quickly and quietly enters the room, hiding crouched behind the couch upon which the people are sitting. She turns on her pocket tape recorder and listens.:: Krissy 80: ::she can pick out bits of conversation:: "We can only assume they're down here.." "it wasn't too long ago... we can catch them.." "where's my smore?" Nikki Tyr: ::picks up a smore from the plate on the table next to the couch and munches on it thoughtfully. She's read enough sci fi to know. There are several possibilities: a) They want to destroy the JLS for whatever reason; b) They want to aid the upkeeping of the Stuyvesant way for whatever reason; c) They view the JLS as a cheap form up entertainment; or d) They want to experiment on the JLS in some way. Which could it be this time?:: Krissy 80: :: a loud cry comes out of nowhere:: Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnn.........!!!! Krissy 80: ::footsteps are heard and several thumps come from the other end of the room:: Krissy 80: ::the controllers jump up to look:: Nikki Tyr: ::jumps up from behind the couch and grabs one of the controllers, putting a knife to his throat:: Okay, I want to know what's going on. Nikki Tyr: ::realizes she accidentally put a smore to his throat instead.:: Krissy 80: ::sudden doom for Delle is averted as Krissy leaps into the room with a controller in each hand, whom she throws at the remaining conscious ones:: catch! Nikki Tyr: Hey! It's a sharp smore! Krissy 80: oh really... hey, how's it going/hanging/doing? Nikki Tyr: Pretty good. ::her controller stays where he was, frightened of the extremely sharp smore.:: You? Krissy 80: It appears Renie just died out in the corridor, so I guess i should be sad, or angry, vengeful, that crap. I'm really just hungry. ::grabs a controller:: where's the chocolate??? Nikki Tyr: She died? That sucks. We'll repair her later. What do you know about these guys? Krissy 80: um.... umm... nothing at all. ::drops the guy and looks at the screens:: these are connected to the cameras... ::looks at one of the guys and notices a corporate logo on the sleeve of his shirt:: Turner Broadcasting??? shit... Nikki Tyr: ::pulls out one of her slugs and compares the logos:: Krissy 80: ::looks over Danielle's shoulder:: that one's Japanese. what's this, a multi-corporate conspiracy?? ::grabs a controller:: what's with that?? Krissy 80: ::he gasps:: they're cheee-peer.... K...Mmmmmm ::coughs:: Nikki Tyr: Hmm. He's right. I want the address of the guys who made these slugs! ::the controller hands her a business card. She glances at it and pockets it.:: Hey, thanks. Krissy 80: ::drops the guy and walks around the large room:: hey, there's a door over here... ::opens it and walks out:: Nikki Tyr: ::follows Kris, dragging the controller with her.:: I like this guy. He fears smores. Can we keep him? Krissy 80: Yeah, I guess. We seem to be building a collection.. intern, Lenny, controllers... ::walks up a flight of stairs and opens a door into another control room:: hey, it's like, NBC studios, or something. multi-corporate.. ::closes door and heads back down:: Nikki Tyr: Isn't the intern dead? And where is Lenny? We ought to take over the corporate world with this. Krissy 80: The female? I don't think so. but then, I don't remember when we fed her last... or if at all. Nikki Tyr: I thought Renie was in charge of feeding her. Krissy 80: then we have our answer, I believe... we'll check later. oh and.. ::locks the outer door behind her:: maybe I can get some privacy around here.... Krissy 80: I wouldn't suggest going up there, though... I think we have enough legal problems. Nikki Tyr: We have legal problems? Krissy 80: Contractual, I believe... Nikki Tyr: Oh, dear. Nikki Tyr: Maybe this controller can help out with the legal issues. Krissy 80: sure, bring 'em... we can grill 'em... hmm... about the tapes. Nikki Tyr: We should stick them in our own archives. We might need them someday. Put them in the Vault with the controller and all our other junk. And let's grab Renie's corpse while we're down here. Krissy 80: we should go back that way anyway... I want to pick up the towels. Nikki Tyr: And I'd better loose my cow. No point in keeping her. Krissy 80: they seem happier... wait, where the hell did they come from anyway??? Nikki Tyr: The cows? I don't know. I landed on one when I fell through the hamper. I just assumed they were endogenous to the netherworld. Krissy 80: ooh, floor space. we can look later. let's get backup and enjoy our new found privacy. Nikki Tyr: Sure. ::cuts the dental floss and lets the cow free. Walks down the other tunnel to Renie.:: Here, controller, drag this corpse. ::the controller nods and grabs the body.:: Krissy 80: ::grabs a stack of tapes and dirty towels:: let's bolt. Nikki Tyr: ::when they reach the end of the tunnel, she looks up. The light of the bathroom seems extremely far above.:: Okay, who here does the levitating tricks? Krissy 80: I dropped out of the Tibetan monestary. ::looks down and mutters:: okay, so they kicked me out when they discovered I was a girl... Krissy 80: the controllers had some way to get upstairs to fix the camera.. ::grabs the guy:: So spill it!!! Nikki Tyr: You tried to act out the Alanna books? ::stifles a giggle:: Controller? ::he shakes his head:: Smore? ::the smore remains silent:: Nikki Tyr: The slugs are Japanese. They probably do something cool and useful Krissy 80: who's Alanna? and would she know anything? Nikki Tyr: She's that girl in those books who dressed as a boy for years so she could be a knight. She'd probably be able to help, but I don't think she exists. Krissy 80: damn literary. oh well. strangle the guy. Nikki Tyr: Hold on. ::to the controller:: C'mon, you bastard, talk to the slugs, make 'em help! Krissy 80: ::the guy gasps:: el..el...el... Nikki Tyr: Does he stutter or something? Or does he mean the letter L? Or El-Al? Hmmm... Be clearer, please. Krissy 80: ::he spits a little:: ele...vvvvator. Nikki Tyr: Oh. Um. Water. I don't have any. We could probably get some milk. Nikki Tyr: Kris, either grab this guy or try to milk one of these cows - which'll it be? Krissy 80: ::stops shaking the guy for a minute:: I think he meant elevator. when did water come into this? ::stands in the shaft and thinks for a bit:: Krissy 80: ::drops the guy against the wall which subsequently begins to hum:: Nikki Tyr: It sounded like he said water. Elevator, eh? ::looks up into the bathroom for a moment, pursing her lips thoughtfully.:: I fell through the laundry hamper to get here. Because I was looking for my Geiger counter. ::looks around and picks up the tool:: Because the laundry hamper was radioactive. Hey. Was the laundry hamper there yesterday? Krissy 80: I have no idea. But there's a control panel here... Krissy 80: should I push a button? Nikki Tyr: I have a theory. I don't think that laundry hamper was always there. Yeah, press a button. Krissy 80: ::Pushes the pretty green button, upon which the floor rises and takes them up:: cool. I'm almost impressed. Nikki Tyr: Very nice. Krissy 80: ::the platform takes them straight up into the bathroom:: now I'm impressed.