ninth experiment | locked to herooflove
[Mao had heard the phone call before, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. He wasn't interested in going bowling or anything, and was planning to spend the day in the library for once, researching Mayfield's origins (not that there were going to be any results even if he got his way). However, he had drifted off to sleep before he could even get to the library.
And now here he is, waking up on a cold bench in the bowling alley. He's surprised at first, judging from the glances he casts around, then rather unhappy.]
What the hell am I doing here? I have research to do!
[He reaches for Scramasax, but finds nothing at his side. He steps off the bench and rushes towards the doors, trying to get them open to no avail.
He sucks in a deep breath, then charges the doors one last time. They don't open.
It's obvious now. He's stuck, and there's nothing he can do about it but wait it out.
He doesn't notice that he isn't alone in the Bowl-O-Rama.]
And now here he is, waking up on a cold bench in the bowling alley. He's surprised at first, judging from the glances he casts around, then rather unhappy.]
What the hell am I doing here? I have research to do!
[He reaches for Scramasax, but finds nothing at his side. He steps off the bench and rushes towards the doors, trying to get them open to no avail.
He sucks in a deep breath, then charges the doors one last time. They don't open.
It's obvious now. He's stuck, and there's nothing he can do about it but wait it out.
He doesn't notice that he isn't alone in the Bowl-O-Rama.]