I have been consulting with Mr. Talis on increasing security for your work environment and thought I should introduce myself. My name is Harold Finch. I understand you were and are partners in creating Hextech?
[ There's a layer to the world that Gorgug's starting to notice.
Nothing seems different to Gorgug at first on this Earth-2 place: there's a lot of humans around, they have a rather average-looking human house (in Gorgug's opinion), and his head knocks against some doorways as per usual. Where some may discover their powers quickly, Gorgug doesn't find any luck in jumping and being able to fly. Because you've got to try, right? Isn't that the power everybody wants?
It doesn't happen. That sucks. So Gorgug attempts to search for the anomaly with the computer he's brought and his bot, navigating the phone given by Aurora to try and search this world's version of the internet by hooking them together with his chameleon's adaptable-adapter tongue, a tool for any occasion. He's got some lunch. He's going to spend some time trying feel confident about this.
This is the environment--a computer, a bot, and a young man's lunch--that results in the scene that Viktor finds himself returning home to: the dinner table becoming a makshift worktable.
There's a chameleon bot on the table, metal crude in parts but otherwise decently made, about two feet in size, with the shell of its head removed to reveal the skeletal frame, the crystals and stones that presumably power it, make the eyes and its brain. There's a laptop (or some equivalent of a laptop, if clearly otherworldly) on the table with it, playing a video showing various grasshoppers--beautiful, majestic grass walkers. Gorgug isn't watching it, but instead seems to be in the middle of messing with stainless steel as if it were foil; bending it in shape, molding it like putty between his fingers, and then adding that to what appears to be the shape of a grasshopper robot with everything but the head and body shell made. There's regular sized-lightbulb in its centre, and one in its head cavity (don't look up, Viktor).
Somebody just felt like making the oddest robot in the kitchen, apparently. Or maybe more noteworthy are the silver tiny grasshoppers currently jumping around the kitchen, clearly made from bent and reshaped forks. Oh.
Sorry, Earth dad, but your big green son currently has his steampunk-esque goggles down and is focusing. There's a grasshopper the size of a finger on his head as he reshapes a spoon head into an oblong shape for the body of his project. ]
un: jaycetalis | audio
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cw: drug abuse mention...
cw: drug abuse mention...
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un: sv; text
Okay, no. If she doesn't include him and Talis finds out, he'll cry forever, and that's far more obnoxious than having to swallow her pride. ]
Etraya has been compromised. Do not trust anyone who got pulled in after the train mission.
See network for further details.
[ However, she is busy. She'll chat if she can, but expect it to be brief. ]
action;
He's been hanging off every one of Viktor's words, hoping this works.]
What'd she say?
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un: jaycetalis | audio
Viktor, are you there?
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voice;
There's a problem.
voice;
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text | un: finch
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july, during mission (first week); action, home
Nothing seems different to Gorgug at first on this Earth-2 place: there's a lot of humans around, they have a rather average-looking human house (in Gorgug's opinion), and his head knocks against some doorways as per usual. Where some may discover their powers quickly, Gorgug doesn't find any luck in jumping and being able to fly. Because you've got to try, right? Isn't that the power everybody wants?
It doesn't happen. That sucks. So Gorgug attempts to search for the anomaly with the computer he's brought and his bot, navigating the phone given by Aurora to try and search this world's version of the internet by hooking them together with his chameleon's adaptable-adapter tongue, a tool for any occasion. He's got some lunch. He's going to spend some time trying feel confident about this.
This is the environment--a computer, a bot, and a young man's lunch--that results in the scene that Viktor finds himself returning home to: the dinner table becoming a makshift worktable.
There's a chameleon bot on the table, metal crude in parts but otherwise decently made, about two feet in size, with the shell of its head removed to reveal the skeletal frame, the crystals and stones that presumably power it, make the eyes and its brain. There's a laptop (or some equivalent of a laptop, if clearly otherworldly) on the table with it, playing a video showing various grasshoppers--beautiful, majestic grass walkers. Gorgug isn't watching it, but instead seems to be in the middle of messing with stainless steel as if it were foil; bending it in shape, molding it like putty between his fingers, and then adding that to what appears to be the shape of a grasshopper robot with everything but the head and body shell made. There's regular sized-lightbulb in its centre, and one in its head cavity (don't look up, Viktor).
Somebody just felt like making the oddest robot in the kitchen, apparently. Or maybe more noteworthy are the silver tiny grasshoppers currently jumping around the kitchen, clearly made from bent and reshaped forks. Oh.
Sorry, Earth dad, but your big green son currently has his steampunk-esque goggles down and is focusing. There's a grasshopper the size of a finger on his head as he reshapes a spoon head into an oblong shape for the body of his project. ]
back to etraya, telepathic phone
Do you have cuckoo birds where you come from?/
Not me 10859 years late
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Text; un: hound - 1 day after mission 010
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