You seem to have found some good technology here.
I can probably work with a lot of this.
I can feel the nostalgia already.
-chuckles a little, as he starts to sort out some of the parts neatly-
Al right- I've got a pretty good mental image of him now, I think.
-she puts the gun inside her jacket, after making sure it's not loaded, and putting any ammo she did find in the other pocket, along with the magazine-
Tired-? I wasn't sure whether you could get tired.
-he does notice Kyo- ...?
-he squints a little- How is that girl this close...? -reaches out his hand-
-realizes that she really is that big- Good heavens...
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Would it help some more if I told you about his hairstyle?-Motions it out with his hands-
It's very specific!
Freed's Room
zzn— hah wha-Blinks awake and stretches out in his seat-
Haaaaaaaaagh... Ah...
...'ey, you're up.
-He's smiling like he meant to say that with his usual vigor-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanGood morning. -wait, Harriet, that's Castor's voice-
-he just walked past you whilst reading a small pocket journal-
-but he seems oddly dressed, and... like he has been working out-
-not to mention the pistol holstered at his side-
-radio building intensifies-
-he's setting it up on a desk-
-making sure the set-up is friendly to use-
-nods- Yeah- okay. That seems like it'll be kinda iconic. But- thanks.
-mutters to himself- How does this happen...?
-then catches himself when she speaks- Oh- good morning!
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-stops for a moment- Castor?
-he looks around-
-it's definitely him, barring the scar down one side of his face-
Where did you get that name from-?
It's almost ready.
There's just a few more pieces to do- figure out how to power it- and then we should be ready to broadcast and receive.
Then it'd just be a case of finding a frequency that lines up to your world...
My name's Kitt! Nice to meet you, Rock. -smiles-
Ah- I see... an accident of some sorts... it wasn't nuclear, was it?
I've heard that sort of thing can cause some crazy things...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postFrom- me?
-notices these tears- ... You knew the other me, didn't you? -with a frown of concern showing on his face-
We don't have a perfect way of powering it...
Batteries. Triple A to be precise.
If only it was double- that's far more common.
-sighs- But it's something.
-he starts to install the final components, and flicks on the switch to some radio static-
-before starting to adjust the dials for a moment, just trying to find any sort of frequency that might be broadcasting- Lets see whether we can get anything to begin with...
-nods- Yes, yes- I didn't mean to be rude...
Heavens, though- that must have been horrible... I remember the first bombs being dropped. Dark times. Even as a little lad, I knew the world was about to change with all of that...
Oh you're stranded here as well-?
I'm guessing the warping is teleportation.
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-luis be in the kitchen, sulking a wee bit-
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