Guava, Fudge Ripple, Trail Mix with Sprinkles, Root Beer Float and a Cherry
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Goose Chase
Rating: PG (mild cursing)
Challenge: Guava #19: no peeking, Fudge Ripple #2: enthusiasm, Trail Mix #13: workshop/laboratory
Toppings/Extras: root beer float, rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top.
Wordcount: 518
Summary: Adam Kirby is fascinated by their latest subject.
Notes: Another back-to-school entry! Script form. Poor Adam. He’s the only remotely normal or nice character in the story, to be honest. Linked somewhat to Ganymede.
CASSIDY: Good God...
ADAM: Well, he’s worked out the bed can be controlled by a remote.
CASSIDY:
He’s going to break it at this rate.
ADAM: Ashdown’s a real-errm, a real card, isn’t he?
CASSIDY: That’s one way of putting it.
ADAM: I just can’t believe we have people from the past here, in this building, right now. Real life people from the real life past! It’s amazing.
This technology really is groundbreaking. It’s hard to believe that nobody knows about the time-travel yet...
I mean... I feel like we should tell someone... But I guess Newson’s the man whose labs very nearly discovered a cure for cancer, and he went and turned it into a biological weapon.
Anyway! This time machine, eh? Imagine the places we could go, the things we could do...!
CASSIDY: Hmmm.
It’ll leak out one of these days, but make sure you aren’t the one that leaks it. Newson’ll throw you out the window.
ADAM: Ha, ha...
CASSIDY: That wasn’t a joke.
I know this is your first real operation here, but...
Don’t do anything dumb. I can tell you’re an idealist.
ADAM: Dumb? I have a degree from Cambridge... I’m thirty-five!
CASSIDY: You’re soft in the head, boy.
ADAM: I can’t help it, I feel a bit bad about Ashdown. He’s going to die weeks after we take him back to his timeframe, but of course we can’t tell him that. And he hasn’t been having such a great time here, either. First there was the jetlag, then he nearly died of ‘flu because of his ancient immune system...
And then the fact that we could prevent his death if we really-...
CASSIDY: Jesus, Adam, calm down.
ADAM: Sorry.
CASSIDY: Oh, shit!
ADAM: What? What’s... where’s he gone?
CASSIDY: I don’t know, I took my eyes off the screen for about a second...
CASSIDY: Shitting heck, we are screwed...
ADAM: I thought he couldn’t use the door controls?
CASSIDY: Unless he’s in the closet, obviously he’s worked it out.
ADAM: Damn. Clever boy.
CASSIDY: Oh wait... here... look. That’s got to be him.
ADAM: He’s crossed Walkway South on 1-98.
He’s going...
CASSIDY: Hell’s bells. The Eyam Brotherhood? Nice choice of building...
ADAM: I guess... I guess it looks a bit like a church would in his day. With the stained-glass windows and the... yeah.
CASSIDY: Oh, yes, except that Christianity’s a religion and this is a mad-ass cult.
ADAM:
Clever boy...