All Over The Matrix, Friday Morning

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Early in the morning, the skies went black.

"Citizens of Simulation 45y," Zinyak's voice boomed, "You are disappointing me."

Amidst the black, the shape of a large alien became clear, sitting forward, a chalice in his hand. "I have given you ample opportunity to behave," he said. "I am not unreasonable. But since it appears a prison of peace will not keep you, I must introduce more stringent measures. Behave peacefully, and you will lack for none. Continue this immature, destructive behavior, and I will be forced to make this even worse, until you obey."

He cleared his throat.

"Now, for an excerpt from the Scottish Play..."

That went on for another hour.

When it ended, the skies didn't clear. They remained black like the night. Clouds rolled in, and rain descended on the town. Buildings seemed to stretch and reach for it, becoming taller, even though nothing changed on the inside. Hunters poured onto the streets, shaped like cartoon dogs. Ordering coffee became markedly more difficult, and the Mooby Calf had grown a mind of its own.

But thanks to the efforts of others outside the simulation, the captives were now not without means...

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A Hidden Warehouse in Town, Tweaked Via Code to be AWESOME, Friday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

( Icon for Tracy because she's the best )

[follows this!]

Outside the Perk, Friday Morning

[nookiepowered]

After an hour or so at Atlas had confirmed Bo's fears that her super-strength and a lot of her fighting reflexes hadn't carried over to this Kenzi-less reality, she'd spent yesterday just wandering around observing the new bits and people of the town without poking hard enough to get more than the odd back off, lady look. Trying to act Normal. Something she'd wanted for years, but now that she had it, normal was.... weird. Not hungry or worried about getting that way, but weak, and unconnected, and kind of empty, and...weird.

Normal had still been the plan today, at least until somebody pointed Bo at something she could help with besides hitting or hitting on whatever passed for the bad guys this time. But that was before the tattooed barista with the purple mohawk who could pass for a member of Tiny's extended family refused to hand over her coffee. "Excuse me?"

"For this latte and a chance to win what's behind curtain number three," Mohawk Dude repeated, gesturing to a curtain that wasn't remotely there, "What's the capital city of Finland?"

"Why would I know, why would I care, why would you care, and why am I not drinking that coffee right now?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you the prize if you don't answer the question correctly."

"I just paid you for--- ugh." Guess whose phone not only couldn't reach Kenzi or Tamsin, let alone any of her off-island friends, but also wouldn't load any websites besides the Moobyland employee payroll login screen? "Reykjavik?"

It was the sad, condescending smile that pushed her over the edge. Into pointless rage, she thought for a second, since no powers and if she threw a punch at that she could say goodbye to weird normal and embrace her new life as a pancake.

Then the herring started splatting on his head.

Which was why you could now find Bo standing on the night-dark street, one hand busy directing a shower of fish down on anything shaped like a dog or carrying a weapon, the other holding quite firmly to her large triple caramello. Sure, this left her soaking wet from the real rain, but...coffee.

[OOC: Haha j/k I totally know it's Oslo.]

Streets Near The Radio Station, Friday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

The street just outside the radio station was quiet, for the time of day. Some empty-faced people were milling around, a cartoon dog was sniffing at the grass, and a rickshaw stood by the side of the road. Quietly, all of them silent, as if they were waiting for something else to switch them on.

There was silence and rain.

There was a sudden blur of motion and dust.

There was silence again.

Edward blinked. He looked down from the balcony he had suddenly found himself seated on, at the ground, where his feet had left tracks in the mud so thin they were practically invisible.

"Well," he said, "That is certainly different."

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OOC: Matrix Links, please!

[myownface]

I guess these are supposed to go here! For a morning Matrix broadcast!