Bertie began to stir from his slumber when he sensed that a certain valet was no longer in his arms.
Blearily blinking his eyes, he grumbled, "Jeeves, we've discussed this. If you must get up at the crack of dawn...."
His eyes shot open when he heard the shouting, and sat up, ramrod straight when he saw he was not in his warm and cozy bed. No, rather than the aforementioned w. & c. b., he was beneath a tree, and it was not an oak, or an elm, or any other tree he knew, for that matter.
"Wait a tic. I haven't met most of you. Some of you seem to know where we are. All of you except for me, in fact. What exactly should I be thinking of when I hear the words, 'Jurassic Park'?" After a weighty pause, he added, "Will I be screaming and running fairly soon? I haven't had my tea!"
"Dinosaurs." It was the first thing Jackson heard as he made his way through the rough, look deceptively calm with a distinctly sharp edge. Again with these 'viruses,' he didn't have the time for this.
Whining, of course, would prove pointless. Dinosaurs- a terrible joke. He approached, hands up a moment in a peaceful gesture before glancing the pair over. "More community members I assume."
Welcome to Jurassic Park! Where science and human imagination bring you the very best entertainment we have to offer.
You are currently at a crossroads! Would you like to head north, west, or south? Please keep in mind that we would like tourists to remain on the path and inside their vehicle at all times, so as to ensure their safety.
Kurama looked up, reconizing that voice. "Oh no," he muttered. "Not this again."
Sighing heavily, he shook his head. "We're going to the west." He would make the voice aware of the fact that they didn't have vehicles... if he actually trusted it not to make one of them run the group down.
He growled low in his throat, remembering his earlier experiance.
"This voice," he started, "Was part of my first virus. It was similar to this one, only it took place on the Oregon Trail during the 1800s in America."
He turned to the others, a stern look on his face. "Do not antagonize this voice, or go against its will. I did so and was shortly afterwards given dysentery. Here it is likely to feed us to dinosaurs or have one step on us."
You find yourselves in the middle of an open field. You see a herd of Brachiosaurs peacefully eating not too far away; over their heads, storm clouds are looming...
There is a jeep slowly moving along the tracks not too far from the dinosaurs. Would you like to investigate?
"Cor..." breathed Bertie. "They're...like giraffes, only bigger. Much, much bigger. Immense." His awe turning to slight worry, he asked, "Are they like giraffes? You know, in the sense of not finding us appetizing?"
Considering the voice's words for a moment, he then queried Shuichi, "Would we like to investigate, Shu?"
Bertie delivered a glare at Tommy in return. "Don't be telling me to shut it, dear fellow. I realize I don't amount to much, but I don't amount to nothing, either. I've read quite a few survival stories, and if there is one thing those tomes have taught me, is that teamwork is vital. Even with the idiot."
Now, now. Squabbling might attract some unwelcome guests...
Inside the Jeep, you find a first aid kit and some pamphlets detailing the wonderful experience that is the park! It's still moving slowly; would you trust it enough to ride inside, or would you rather forge out on your own?
Kurama glanced at the group after pulling out the first aid kit and a pamphlet. "Do we trust it? Says here that it travels this track automatically, stopping at various points of interest... None of which appear to be the visitor's center."
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Blearily blinking his eyes, he grumbled, "Jeeves, we've discussed this. If you must get up at the crack of dawn...."
His eyes shot open when he heard the shouting, and sat up, ramrod straight when he saw he was not in his warm and cozy bed. No, rather than the aforementioned w. & c. b., he was beneath a tree, and it was not an oak, or an elm, or any other tree he knew, for that matter.
He went with the first plan he could think of.
"JEEVES!!!"
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"Langly?!" he cried, and looked around at the other voice.
"What the -?!"
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Whining, of course, would prove pointless. Dinosaurs- a terrible joke. He approached, hands up a moment in a peaceful gesture before glancing the pair over. "More community members I assume."
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You are currently at a crossroads! Would you like to head north, west, or south? Please keep in mind that we would like tourists to remain on the path and inside their vehicle at all times, so as to ensure their safety.
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Sighing heavily, he shook his head. "We're going to the west." He would make the voice aware of the fact that they didn't have vehicles... if he actually trusted it not to make one of them run the group down.
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"This voice," he started, "Was part of my first virus. It was similar to this one, only it took place on the Oregon Trail during the 1800s in America."
He turned to the others, a stern look on his face. "Do not antagonize this voice, or go against its will. I did so and was shortly afterwards given dysentery. Here it is likely to feed us to dinosaurs or have one step on us."
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There is a jeep slowly moving along the tracks not too far from the dinosaurs. Would you like to investigate?
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Considering the voice's words for a moment, he then queried Shuichi, "Would we like to investigate, Shu?"
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"Yeah, sure fine. We'll investigate the fucking jeep. We might actually find something useful."
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Inside the Jeep, you find a first aid kit and some pamphlets detailing the wonderful experience that is the park! It's still moving slowly; would you trust it enough to ride inside, or would you rather forge out on your own?
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