I've been walking forty miles of bad road. If the Bible is right, the world will explode.

[akablackkitty]

Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:

"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"

"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."

"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually

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[cyfor]

Bat.

Her bat.

His head in her m-- OOooooh, he has a shiny thing on his head. Cy pauses in her stalking to stare at him. "You have a barbed-wire brain. I'm Cy."

And, with introductions out of the way, she pounces at him.

[logiciserratic]

Two things occur to Batty.

The first is, Wow, I don't think I've ever seen that much sky before. Where, oh where did the canopy go?

The second is, ARGH. WHAT IS THAT COMING AT HIS FACE? ABORT. ABORT.

Cy gets a faceful of flailing, flapping bat and a batch of shadow near the tree seems to leap off the ground briefly, but maybe that was a trick of the light or something. At any rate, there is now a bat upside down in the tree, looking down at Cy with his antenna sparking. He shudders vaguely.

"I did, I did see a puddy-tat!" He yelps in a very eerily accurate impersonation of Tweety Bird. In his normal voice, he adds, throwing open his wings in a threat display that would be much more threatening if he weren't hiding in a tree, "I must warn you, I am a highly dangerous creature of the night. Beware."

...Yeah. He's totally intimidating.

[cyfor]

"Suffered your succotash long enough," Cy says, tripping over herself to reach the base of the tree. "I'm a creature of the morning. I chase my tail past sunrise."

She illustrates this by chasing her tail until she runs into the tree. Staggerstagger. "You've got your wires crossed upsides and backways."

[logiciserratic]

....Batty watches, tilting his head this way and that. Riiiight. Kitty is a short a few grapes. Then again, like he really has any room to talk.

He twitches violently as the antenna sparks and starts babbling, "Scalpel? Check. No, there's no need for anesthesia. Whatever you do, don't cut the green wire. I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUT THE GREEN WIRE."

He goes limp, wings flopped over his head and he dangles by his feet for a few seconds before he opens one eye and notes that... There is still a kitty.

"Oh. Are you still here?"

[godtooksides]

The angel's minding his own business in Grant Park, like he do. Actually, he was trying to nap in the shade of the tree, but then there was screaming and and something falling on him and WAUGH. He might have flailed a little bit. Just maybe.

Okay, so the bat didn't fall on him. But it was close enough, and he was almost asleep. And that was a very human shout. And...there is stuff sticking out of that bat's head.

What the hell is going on?

"What..?" he manages, still trying to make sense of the events that just happened. It's hard, because a lot of those events happened when his eyes were closed. "You...have something sticking out of your head, bat." Apparently the angel is very good at stating the obvious.

[logiciserratic]

Batty is seeing stars. Possibly literally. He shakes his head once, twice, the antenna sparks... That clears his head pretty quickly. He raises a wing meekly at the voice, figuring it just to be a fairy or something from his position on his back.

"I hadn't noticed!" He says with the half-manic glee of someone very disturbed. "But thank you for pointing it out! I will..."

Hey, those are shoes. Those are very large shoes.

"HUMAN!"

ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. TO THE TREEES, HE FLIES. If you've ever had a manic bat nearly to the face as it tries to make it to the trees... You have now.

The shadows around that tree might be freaking out a bit too. Like they do.

[godtooksides]

His eyes go wide when the bat starts talking. Okay, he knew weird shit went down in Chicago, and had heard about the Rift, but he hadn't really considered what 'weird shit' might entail and all. Talking animals was not something that really crossed his mind.

So he is very busy staring (like he do) when the bat freaks the hell out and oh god what WHY IS IT ON HIS FACE?

Cue epic flailing. Again. There is no way he's going to be able to get to sleep now. Dammit.

He flops backwards onto the ground, staring up at the bat in the tree -- and what the hell are those shadows even doing? ...no matter, don't think about that. Not important. Or not as important as a talking bat that's just managed to attack him twice in the last minute or so.

"I'm not--precisely, I'm not human," he says. Hey, he's talking to a bat. Just because he won't admit this to anyone person-shaped doesn't mean...whatever, he's talking to a bat. Clearly he has bigger problems right now, or something. "And you are a bat. That's talking. That's...how?"

[logiciserratic]

...Huh. Humans don't usually talk back. Not unless they're Zack, but he figured that was some weird... Freaky fairy-bug thing.

"LIES!" Yes, the bat will now call you a liar now that he is safely out of harm's way and dangling upside down from a high branch. The shadows have stopped behaving oddly too. "Is the fact that I'm talking the strange thing or the fact that you're listening strange, because humans don't listen. They're deaf to the world unless it's relevant to their interests." He flails his little bat wings at the antenna. "See this? This was not the result of me begging and pleading for better reception, human. No."

Accusatory Batty is accusatory and growing steadily more manic. And what the hell is another human doing in Ferngully anyway? Especially one that's smart enough to understand, but too dumb to not realize he's a human. Really.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe Donovan's just coming down from her high - thank one Rusty Hunt for that - and she's plopped down on the ground, near the very same tree the winged little fella just rammed into.

She's wondering if may she hasn't come down from that high just yet, peering down at the bat. A bat that decidedly hadn't been there moments ago.

Or had it?

Er.

[logiciserratic]

That is a lot of spinny, spinny sky up there. There should be trees. Lots more trees. He was pretty sure there were trees.

...There were trees, right? Maybe he imagined it all. Maybe there are no fairies or Ferngully or giant horrible smoke monsters hellbent on destruction and he's going to wake up back in the lab... Except that would suck. Unless that was also a dream. Hrm.

"Fractured fig, that was kind of a nightmare," he murmurs woozily.

Well, Phoebe, one of you is high/crazy. Hint: It's not you.

[thehighestwing]

Her eyes widen even further, if that's possible. She shrieks a little as she scrambles up to her feet.

Dam, what did that dude sell her?

Whatever it was she now wants her money back.

"Holy mother of Taco Bell and quesadillas, a flucking bat is talking."

[logiciserratic]

FAIRIES DON'T GO TO TACO BELL.

ARGH HUMAN!

And with speed (and a lot of flailing and failure to keep himself up for a second there) you wouldn't expect from a disoriented fruit bat, Batty is up in the tree. Where it is safe. IT IS ONLY THEN THAT HE WILL LOOK UPON THE FACE OF FEAR..

...The face of fear is a lot more tiny and blonde than he is used to. BUT HE WILL NOT BE FOOLED. He will glare at the tiny human. Glaaaaare.

"Oh nooow, you all listen," he says sarcastically. Because, you know, it was really too much to ask for humans to listen WHEN THEY WERE DOING UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO HIM.

[notenlightened]

Reese, for once, is not having coffee in the shop that (she earlier discovered) has a tendency to blow up. A lot.

Instead, she's doing it outdoors, a pair of aviator sunglasses jammed on her nose as she leans back in her chair and does what some might consider people-watching.

She's keeping an eye out for Crews, understandably, but every now and then her eyes start to wander.

[stopdropanddie]

And now Bristow is watching the patrons, wondering how many people are doing the exact same thing he's doing and whether they're doing it for less than stellar reasons.

And there's really just something about people in aviators that makes him a little bit suspicious. Possibly, it's just his professional paranoia acting up in combination with the fact that he would really love it if something in Chicago would go wrong in a way he can actually deal with.

So when the woman's eyes wander over to him, he asks, in a perfectly conversational tone, "Expecting someone?"

She's probably a no one, but engaging people in this city one way or another is bound to point him in the direction of someone likely to start trouble.

[notenlightened]

Maybe she should've worn the glasses Crews bought her for Christmas that one time. They're a different shape, and apparently more complimentary for her face, especially since she has a... what did he call it again?

A pinched ovoid. Right. Her jaw stiffens at the memory.

"Apparently not," she admits. "I'd thought my partner was going to be here, but it looks like he's forgotten."

[stopdropanddie]

It says a lot about Bristow that his first thought is, Maybe he’s dead, but as tactless as he can be, he’s not actually that tactless, so he doesn’t say as much.

What he says is not actually better, “Chicago does have a way of… Delaying people.”

Awkward conversationalist, thy name is Jack Bristow.

[wolverine9601]

Wolverine walks in, stands next to Mitsuki, and looks generally displeased with the world.

"I hate Chicago," he says without any more preamble than that.

His arms are folded over his big, manly chest and his lips are pressed together in a thin line.

Not happy.

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki doesn't look up from her gun-cleaning.

"What attacked you this time?" She asks with a bit of a humorous lilt to her voice... She's having relaxing, happy gun time right now, so naturally she's less annoyed with the world than she could be otherwise.

[wolverine9601]

Wolverine raises an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't say I was attacked."

And then he pauses for a few minutes. Just standing there. Being muscular and manly.

"...a little girl with a P-90."

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki smirks and shakes her head, like she’s waiting for that addendum and once it comes, she drops the gun into her lap and turns very slowly to look at Wolverine, blinking a few times.

And then she bursts into hysterical laughter. She covers her mouth and manages to blurt out a few choked apologies, but mostly she’s laughing her ass off.

It’s not every day you hear about people getting shot with little girls with P-90’s.