Circuit 125
[Voice Post]
A snow globe? You're kidding, right? I'm stuck in this dump three lousy years and all I get is this piece of junk? Ain't that cute, Skull Castle with snow all around, merry Christmas to m--
[And then there is a pause, as a faint portally noise begins to grow nearby, and Proto goes silent a moment.]
...Doc?!
[Another pause, as though he is listening to something only he can hear. When he speaks again, he sounds almost excited, and supremely cocky.]
Hey, what do you know? You got that old hunk of junk working, after all. 'Bout time!
[Boots thud across the floor as Proto runs for his shelf of things he's not sentimental about and snatches them all up, shoving them into a bag and heading back across the room. But then the footsteps stop, and there is one last moment of silence as Proto pauses near his device and regards his snow globe. And then: ]
You can keep your world in a jar. I got my own to take over.
[And then there is the sound of glass smashing against the floor, footsteps racing as Proto leaps into the portal--and a moment later, the roar of an explosion as the apartment goes up in flames, and the recording ends.]
[OOC: And so Proto leaves the City for good. What a way to spend a Polyversary, huh? Love you, Poly--it's three years for me today, and I'm so glad I've had the chance to spend them all with you. Here's to many more! ♥]
A snow globe? You're kidding, right? I'm stuck in this dump three lousy years and all I get is this piece of junk? Ain't that cute, Skull Castle with snow all around, merry Christmas to m--
[And then there is a pause, as a faint portally noise begins to grow nearby, and Proto goes silent a moment.]
...Doc?!
[Another pause, as though he is listening to something only he can hear. When he speaks again, he sounds almost excited, and supremely cocky.]
Hey, what do you know? You got that old hunk of junk working, after all. 'Bout time!
[Boots thud across the floor as Proto runs for his shelf of things he's not sentimental about and snatches them all up, shoving them into a bag and heading back across the room. But then the footsteps stop, and there is one last moment of silence as Proto pauses near his device and regards his snow globe. And then: ]
You can keep your world in a jar. I got my own to take over.
[And then there is the sound of glass smashing against the floor, footsteps racing as Proto leaps into the portal--and a moment later, the roar of an explosion as the apartment goes up in flames, and the recording ends.]
[OOC: And so Proto leaves the City for good. What a way to spend a Polyversary, huh? Love you, Poly--it's three years for me today, and I'm so glad I've had the chance to spend them all with you. Here's to many more! ♥]