Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Three: HMS Thunderhead]
03-23-2011, 01:18 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
”You see him too?”
Syvex almost sighed. These odd questions flipped between being a tiny bit annoying and very worrying. “Yeah, he’s right in front of us.”
“Talking amongst yourselves counts as moving,” the guard warned. “Miss, I want to see your papers. And…whatever your friend is, tell it to stay.”
“I’m not a pet and I happen to associate with the male gender,” Syvex said testily. Eureka shushed him and resumed staring sullenly at the guard.
Feeling pressured to say something more and feeling awkward actually having the weird snake thing talking to him, he added, “Now, we don’t want any trouble, but there are other officers on standby, you see, just in case…”
“Yeah, of course, of course, hang on.” As Eureka patted her pockets, Syvex couldn’t help but think that was the most pleasant that she had ever sounded. “Don’t, don’t push me, okay?” she added, moving slowly towards the man as she pulled out strips of bandages and cloth and ribbons and other things that may have once been clothing before getting lost in the abyss of pockets. It was almost like a magic trick that never ended. “I’ll, uh, find it, it’s here, don’t push me,” she repeated meaningfully.
That was pretty forced. Syvex had a feeling that she had never tried using inconspicuous code words before. It was a miracle the security guard didn’t catch on immediately. Maybe he was distracted by the piles of crap growing at his feet. Trying not to move too much, Syvex twisted an arm around and jabbed at what he hoped was the right button.
“…Miss, I really don’t think—“
“I had it here, really, it’s just, you know, maybe it was stolen, I think. Yeah, there were, like, strange people…they could’ve…”
Syvex swore he could see the words “You’re the strange one” almost force themselves out of the guard’s mouth.
“Miss, look, just come with me, and take your, uh, friend. We’re not going to do anything to you, we just want to talk.”
God, when was the damn lift coming, come oooooon.
“Then what’s the gun for? That’s, that’s intimidating, you know. I don’t think, yeah, it’s really threatening. If it’s really just a talk, shouldn’t you put it down?”
“We don’t want you to escape. This is very serious.”
“Well, maybe seeing the gun makes me want to escape. You understand the problem here? Do you?”
The guard’s face might have softened a bit before lowering the barrel of the gun slightly. “This is still a security precaution, you realize. I mean…uh…he…”
“He’s not dangerous at all. He’s, uh, built by my dad. He’s more like a bodyguard. Actually, he’s more likely to attack if he feels I’m threatened,” she quickly added. The gun seemed to lower a little bit quicker.
“Okay, I won’t aim it at you two anymore as long as you cooperate and come with me, okay? It won’t take long. It’s just a short talk. I’ll be escorting you, so you’ll be safe. Just a short talk.” The guard gave what was supposed to be a friendly pat on the shoulder and was not entirely prepared for the resulting screech and shove.
“NO. You can’t touch me, okay?! That’s another condition! Nobody can—“
Deciding that the ‘shut up and let Eureka talk’ maneuver was not working anymore, Syvex slithered up and cautiously said, “Uh, Eureka, uh.” Her eyes were flitting around wildly and she was now twitching and backing away from the stunned guard. When she bumped into Syvex, she yelped and whirled around.
“Syvex!” she shouted, much louder than necessary.
“Eureka, calm down.” Oh man. Was that really the best he could thing of?
“Where, what, what’s going on right now! What do you see?!”
“No, there’s nothing going on, okay? It’s fine, Eureka, calm down, okay? There’s nothing dangerous here.”
Eureka continued to spin around, examining every direction frantically, before screaming, “This, this isn’t. Really. Happeniiiiing!” and collapsing in her recently discarded cloth pile. She curled up there and continued screaming something incoherent, as it was muffled by what may have been an old scarf.
“What, uh,” the guard finally managed to say before a ‘ding’ signaled the arrival of the lift. Sounds of female chatter escaped through the doors as it opened which quickly turned into screams as the poorly-dressed women saw the scene. Before they could do anything like close the doors, Syvex wedged his tail between them.
“Get out, get out!” The women got the idea and ran out of the lift, some running away, some staring wide-eyed at the shivering form of Eureka. “Get her to the infirmary! Now!”
The guard had already dropped his gun. Now he stood there uncertainly, keeping his hands far away from Eureka as possible. Apparently, her earlier warning had him scared to even go near her now. With an agitated growl, Syvex dug into the cloth pile for a moment and finally found something that was rather like a ratty blanket. After laying it flat on the floor, he scooped up Eureka briefly to dump her on it. He still wasn’t sure why she didn’t want anybody touching her now. He felt fine when he carried her.
Grabbing onto two corners, he dragged the sheet inside the lift. “Wait,” the guard finally said, stepping forward. “You can’t leave here! You, we need to, you know, uh,”
“Then you take her to the infirmary.” The guard hesitated. Almost as though he never had to deal with this sort of situation. Syvex threw his various arms up. “Goddammit! You don’t even have to touch her anymore! Get her to the infirmary!”
“But, uh, I can’t just leave you, well, alone, you see,” he stammered.
“I’ll stay here. Does that make you feel better? Call your friends to haul me away. Just go to the goddamned infirmary.” More hesitation. “THERE’S NO TIME GET IN THERE CALL MORE SECURITY ON THE WAY DOWN TO GET ME.” There was no more hesitation then. The lift was safely on its way and Syvex sighed, sighed out of relief and stress and worry. He glanced to the rest of the third-class women who had lingered. “What’re you still doing here?” The women looked at each other, unable to provide answers of their own. “Well, go! Go away already! Show’s over!” They stared at him a while longer before rushing away. He sighed again.
”You see him too?”
Syvex almost sighed. These odd questions flipped between being a tiny bit annoying and very worrying. “Yeah, he’s right in front of us.”
“Talking amongst yourselves counts as moving,” the guard warned. “Miss, I want to see your papers. And…whatever your friend is, tell it to stay.”
“I’m not a pet and I happen to associate with the male gender,” Syvex said testily. Eureka shushed him and resumed staring sullenly at the guard.
Feeling pressured to say something more and feeling awkward actually having the weird snake thing talking to him, he added, “Now, we don’t want any trouble, but there are other officers on standby, you see, just in case…”
“Yeah, of course, of course, hang on.” As Eureka patted her pockets, Syvex couldn’t help but think that was the most pleasant that she had ever sounded. “Don’t, don’t push me, okay?” she added, moving slowly towards the man as she pulled out strips of bandages and cloth and ribbons and other things that may have once been clothing before getting lost in the abyss of pockets. It was almost like a magic trick that never ended. “I’ll, uh, find it, it’s here, don’t push me,” she repeated meaningfully.
That was pretty forced. Syvex had a feeling that she had never tried using inconspicuous code words before. It was a miracle the security guard didn’t catch on immediately. Maybe he was distracted by the piles of crap growing at his feet. Trying not to move too much, Syvex twisted an arm around and jabbed at what he hoped was the right button.
“…Miss, I really don’t think—“
“I had it here, really, it’s just, you know, maybe it was stolen, I think. Yeah, there were, like, strange people…they could’ve…”
Syvex swore he could see the words “You’re the strange one” almost force themselves out of the guard’s mouth.
“Miss, look, just come with me, and take your, uh, friend. We’re not going to do anything to you, we just want to talk.”
God, when was the damn lift coming, come oooooon.
“Then what’s the gun for? That’s, that’s intimidating, you know. I don’t think, yeah, it’s really threatening. If it’s really just a talk, shouldn’t you put it down?”
“We don’t want you to escape. This is very serious.”
“Well, maybe seeing the gun makes me want to escape. You understand the problem here? Do you?”
The guard’s face might have softened a bit before lowering the barrel of the gun slightly. “This is still a security precaution, you realize. I mean…uh…he…”
“He’s not dangerous at all. He’s, uh, built by my dad. He’s more like a bodyguard. Actually, he’s more likely to attack if he feels I’m threatened,” she quickly added. The gun seemed to lower a little bit quicker.
“Okay, I won’t aim it at you two anymore as long as you cooperate and come with me, okay? It won’t take long. It’s just a short talk. I’ll be escorting you, so you’ll be safe. Just a short talk.” The guard gave what was supposed to be a friendly pat on the shoulder and was not entirely prepared for the resulting screech and shove.
“NO. You can’t touch me, okay?! That’s another condition! Nobody can—“
Deciding that the ‘shut up and let Eureka talk’ maneuver was not working anymore, Syvex slithered up and cautiously said, “Uh, Eureka, uh.” Her eyes were flitting around wildly and she was now twitching and backing away from the stunned guard. When she bumped into Syvex, she yelped and whirled around.
“Syvex!” she shouted, much louder than necessary.
“Eureka, calm down.” Oh man. Was that really the best he could thing of?
“Where, what, what’s going on right now! What do you see?!”
“No, there’s nothing going on, okay? It’s fine, Eureka, calm down, okay? There’s nothing dangerous here.”
Eureka continued to spin around, examining every direction frantically, before screaming, “This, this isn’t. Really. Happeniiiiing!” and collapsing in her recently discarded cloth pile. She curled up there and continued screaming something incoherent, as it was muffled by what may have been an old scarf.
“What, uh,” the guard finally managed to say before a ‘ding’ signaled the arrival of the lift. Sounds of female chatter escaped through the doors as it opened which quickly turned into screams as the poorly-dressed women saw the scene. Before they could do anything like close the doors, Syvex wedged his tail between them.
“Get out, get out!” The women got the idea and ran out of the lift, some running away, some staring wide-eyed at the shivering form of Eureka. “Get her to the infirmary! Now!”
The guard had already dropped his gun. Now he stood there uncertainly, keeping his hands far away from Eureka as possible. Apparently, her earlier warning had him scared to even go near her now. With an agitated growl, Syvex dug into the cloth pile for a moment and finally found something that was rather like a ratty blanket. After laying it flat on the floor, he scooped up Eureka briefly to dump her on it. He still wasn’t sure why she didn’t want anybody touching her now. He felt fine when he carried her.
Grabbing onto two corners, he dragged the sheet inside the lift. “Wait,” the guard finally said, stepping forward. “You can’t leave here! You, we need to, you know, uh,”
“Then you take her to the infirmary.” The guard hesitated. Almost as though he never had to deal with this sort of situation. Syvex threw his various arms up. “Goddammit! You don’t even have to touch her anymore! Get her to the infirmary!”
“But, uh, I can’t just leave you, well, alone, you see,” he stammered.
“I’ll stay here. Does that make you feel better? Call your friends to haul me away. Just go to the goddamned infirmary.” More hesitation. “THERE’S NO TIME GET IN THERE CALL MORE SECURITY ON THE WAY DOWN TO GET ME.” There was no more hesitation then. The lift was safely on its way and Syvex sighed, sighed out of relief and stress and worry. He glanced to the rest of the third-class women who had lingered. “What’re you still doing here?” The women looked at each other, unable to provide answers of their own. “Well, go! Go away already! Show’s over!” They stared at him a while longer before rushing away. He sighed again.