Our avatars are in a room together

-The rock incinerates a few inches from him, becoming yet more ash-

-He keeps staring at this scanner, eventually looking up, as if coming out of a trance-

Hm?

Underground

There's many questions I could ask about this place, to be honest, but...

-Points back at the hole-

That's not a normal hole... It's... I don't advise touching it, but it makes me more concerned than anything else down h—

-Doubletakes at Roger The Alien-

What are your priorities here? There are bigger priorities than rats, which are nice.

-Roger- What is that? What did you just do? What?

-Pane- Yes, I know, yes, yes. Trouble.

Oh, that's just a field I put up to disintemagrate things that botherate me while I study.

-He stands up-

I figured with all the rats, I wouldn't take extramore risks. Last time it costified me.

Underground

...I'm not sure studying these ruins is for the best right now, honestly...

Why? Because of the hole?

Poyo?... Poyo!

-seems he has yet to figure out-

-as soft as he is, Kirby can be dense-

Poyo poyo!

Underground

-Wide eyed grimacing nod-

-"yes, the hole"-

That thing is just fascinating. I've been making probes all day, dropping them in, getting nothing that makes sense.

Underground

What exactly do they get?

Numbers that don't agree. Argumentative numbers. People don't know it, but mathematics is one of the softest, most subjective sciences out there. I hesitate to even call it a science.

Numbers have opinions, and preferences. Some are more likely to be skipped when counting upwards. Others hate being counted downwards and make you count back upwards again without thinking. And every number in the universe hates that hole, let me tell you.

Underground

I get the sinking feeling we'd hate that hole just as much. And it's just...

-They shudder recalling how it felt-

It's getting bigger... I need to report what's going on down here...

Hey, I'm already making a report, just use mine. It'll save you the work.

Undergrounds

...Eheh. Thank you, but they're the type that feel a situation out more often than they look at the numbers.

-They start to step into Roger's bubble as a show of friendliness, but then remember the zapper and stop short of it-

Ah- I'm Pane, by the way.

Roger. Roger Rover. Oh, don't worry about the field. I deactivated it already.

-He steps up to her-

I tried a 'do not disturb' sign but the rats didn't acknowledigate it. Well, they ate it, but they didn't read it.

Underground

Acknowledgiate... that's very interesting.

-Nods in astonishingly serious thought, then holds their hand out for him-

Well, it was nice meeting you, Roger. I really should get moving now...

Right, okay. Oh, if you see a Scottish chicken upstairs, give her this please.

-He holds out a pink bubble, soft and light, hard to see into-

Careful not to burst it.

Heat appears yet again, jumping out of a blue vortex, this time wearing a black oversized Baymax shirt, jeans and black sneakers. Her brown hair is tied in a low ponytail.

"Whew.... That was close.", she sights.

Underground

-Quirks their brow at it, then carefully takes it-

I'll... be sure. See you around.

-walk off...-

i sleep!

-Heat might notice an alien, over six feet tall, tilting its head at her-

"Oh, hi", the singer smiles, not really that fazed over the alien.

(Previously on Gundam Vanguard...)

   Aw, what?! They must be stupid!   

   I have to ask something...   

   Would any of your brothers be interested in moi?   

(Damn it, Nono, stop being so desperate by waving your hair like that.)

Basement    (Zwei)   

   "...Yes, they are..."   

-...Oh, well... No mincing words there. His brothers are stupid, and he's quick to admit it.-

-He then eyes Sesto.-

   "..."   

-Seems like he's just waiting for her to say whatever she's wanting to say...-

-...And he gets the closest thing to a sheepish expression he's ever had in response to Nono's question. Oh, he knows ONE of them would be...-

-Without even looking at her:-

   "...No comment..."   

Eires relaxed out in the woods, high up in a tree.

Meanwhile, the smell of cooking eggs wafted through from the kitchen.

   Hmmmm, I see~.   

   Do your brothers follow a similar pattern to us?   

(Primo is just blowing raspberries at you, Zwei.)