1ST PLAN Ϟ [Video]

[notpredictable]

[bum bum bum - video clicks on. There is SILENCE AND BLACKNESS for a few moments, and then an EXPLOSION OF BLUE that might have once been quite a few dehydrated something or others - trash, probably - tediously stacked on top of one another before it was, you know. Blown to bits for show. Guy has to make an entrance. From the rabble, MAN IN BLACK,

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Voice

[notpredictable]

[See, that's the thing - he doesn't care much about this place, really - wherever this is.]

A towel-

[Oh yes. He's soaked. That's right.]

Er. Well, actually -- [Yes he does.]

No. No, I don't need a towel. I need to be returned! Immediately!

Voice

[notpredictable]

'Her'? [His voice lilts curiously and he peers.]

You personify this...Porter. Why?

[He hesitates, reluctant to accept the help of anyone besides Minion - and Minion...left. Didn't he?]

A towel would be...nice.

Re: Voice

[notpredictable]

A--A person? But it's--mechanization, automaton, android possibly--

Really? Sentient, perhaps?

[A sentient porter, pulling in specific people -- him, of all people, probably because he's Megamind and all around incredible and impressive and fantastic -- for what purpose?]

Ah. I haven't...left the Porter area. Just ah, outside.

...Chocolate? Really? [PERK]

Voice

[notpredictable]

How interesting - this requires further investigation.

[EXTENSIVE INVESTIGATION.]

Fantastic! I love hot chocolate!

[SWEETS. BRING HIM ALL THE SWEETS.]

Voice; Action~

[notpredictable]

[He senses...sarcasm. He likes that!]

Splendid!

[He's just...standing out here. Feeling like one hell of a dick and a fool.]

[notpredictable]

[No. No, it isn't - he's freezing his little blue ass off. Despite having a certain fondness and proclivity for chilly and cooler temperatures, being soaked and standing in it is doing nothing for his tolerance. He snatches that towel and burrows in it, grinding his teeth.

He's cold.]

What, back in this...thing?!

[He gestures frantically behind him, clearly frustrated. He's got keys or dog tags or whatever they are, okay - great. But -- where does he go?]

[notpredictable]

[He's still confused, but he's taking the thermos and opening it and sniffing. Smells delicious and not poisoned to him, so he takes a long drink and recaps it, shuddering under his towel.

Damn city.]

MAC. Right, of course - however did I not realize.

[He's grouchy and there's this little person here as his guide which irritates him, he should know what the hell is going on and he doesn't and it pisses him off.

And then she's tugging him and he's all kinds of confused. These people and their disregard for personal safety. Didn't she hear him? VILLAIN, HERE.]

[notpredictable]

What is it, exactly?

[If there had been any explanation past getting his keys and communicator, then he'd missed it. He'd stayed long enough to hear that hero quip - haha, cute joke - and then began his rant about the city.]