Fletch reports to Felina to give her his report. Both deem the case closed. Shade wins some tickets to a basketball game and invites available agents along as well as Pixel.
<Felina> ::is where else? her office XD::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::glad her office didn’t turn into a giant window, like Steele’s XD. whistles some as he passes it on his way to hers, caution tape and all::
<Felina> ::XD she is too most likely. -g- sipping coffee and getting various reports in order from that whole fiasco with Swytch/Prot::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::knocks on her door, holding his finished report in a manilla folder by his side::
<Felina> C’min! ::calls to ze door. setting cup down::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Steele> ::from down the hall:: What do you mean the firekats are mad about their truck!? If they want it back so bad, why don’t *they* come up here and take it!!
<Felina> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::enters, allowing that howling to enter for a second, before shutting it out by closing the door:: Lieutenant. ::quick salute:: I’ve finished that report of inquiry about former Director Mark Sulfur. ::steps up to her desk with the folder::
<Felina> ::smiles:: Great, let’s hope this got less complicated and more informative. ::motions for him to sit. saves file on computer and turns to look at him:: What did you learn?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::takes the seat, setting the folder open on her desk as he does so:: First, I just wanted to apologize for the delay of getting this to your desk. But as you can see there, everything’s just like the MBI says it is. Director Sulfur’s body is where it belongs. ::got a copy of those same photos given to Josie, which are contained in the report::
<Fletch_Ryder> I imagine the Governor, out of emotional distress, mis-interpreted some rather unprofessional misleading by the agents that led her to believe this was all some sort of cover-up. Given their unorthodox methods in the past, it was an understandable mistake.
<Felina> No apology needed. Glad you healed up well. ::nods and glances at the folder:: I see.
<Felina> ::slight grin at the second part:: They do tend to … misbehave from time to time.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::slight nod:: Governor Lyons has been given similar intel concerning this, and appears to no longer be pursuing these claims. Especially now that she must focus on dealing with the aftermath of our giant demoness attack.
<Felina> So… you feel we should close the case then, Ryder?
<Fletch_Ryder> I don’t see the benefit in pursuing such a painful subject for all parties involved, Lt.
<Felina> Agreed. I’ll see to the remaining paperwork then. Thank you for assisting in this matter.
<Felina> ((brb!))
<Fletch_Ryder> Thank you ma’am. Glad I could use my ties to help bring this confusion to a close.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::meanwhile… has one ear glued to the radio in the breakroom, while the other has his phone prepped for speed dial:: C’mon, baby, c’moooon…
<Lt_Feral> I just hope the Govenor focuses her attentions on more important and real matters.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::slight nod:: That’s all I have to report.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::his other hand that is, not dialing a phone with his ear. XD that’s weird!::
<Lt_Feral> <Pixel> ::finished waxing the gym’s floor to a nice but not slippery slick shine. XD comes into the breakroom. LOL there’s many a strange thing that goes on here.::
<Lt_Feral> Then you’re dismissed, Ryder.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::stands and salutes:: Let me know if you have any further inquiries on the matter. ::turns and leaves::
* Lt_Feral is now known as Pixel
* Fletch_Ryder is now known as Shade_Ringo
<Pixel> <Lt. Feral> ::sigh of relief… one less thing to worry about.::
<Shade_Ringo> <DJ PJ> Aaaand that was “A Cruddy Song” by Lady Gaga-Googoo! And shucks, is that the prize jingle I hear? ::annoying diddle blares in Shade’s ear thru the radio:: Be caller 10, and you could win yourself our *grand prize*!
<Pixel> ((LOL!! XD))
<Shade_Ringo> ::punches the number in his phone, biting his lip, hardly even noticing Pixel come in::
<Pixel> ::curious… goes over to where he’s at, removing her rubber cleaning gloves and setting ‘em on the table. from behind him:: What are you doing?
<Shade_Ringo> Shhh! Sh sh sh! ::waving a finger at her:: Yes! Hello! Is this DJ PJ!? ::can be heard echoed on the radio::
<Pixel> ::winces at slight feedback too XD stepping back at his waving finger XD::
<Shade_Ringo> <DJ> Coooongratulations, you’re caller 10! Hyuck hyuck! Yooou’ve just won yourself our grand prize!
<Shade_Ringo> Yes! Yesyesyes! Ha-ha! I *never* win! I always never listen to your show, DJ PJ! ‘Cuz you always play Lady Gaga-Googoo, but now I’m a devout listener, you bet!
<Pixel> ::looks at him oddly lol slight smile seeing he’s happy about winning something. waits until he’s done with phone call::
<Shade_Ringo> <DJ PJ> Riiight, well, you and a handful of guests are invited to pressbox seating for the Final Four game hosted in Megakat City tonite! Hope you got your game on. Now back to the tunes, with “Bad Bromance” by Lady Gaga-Googoo! ::song starts, and dial-tone on Shade’s end::
<Pixel> ((::dies Bromance XDDD::))
<Shade_Ringo> Alright!! ::turns and grabs Pixel in a hug:: This is the happiest day of my *life*! Well, one of.
<Pixel> Hurk! ::grabbed and hugged:: Er… I don’t understand… you just won something by calling a radio station in a specific number?
<Shade_Ringo> Er! ::freezes, backing away from her:: Wait a minute.. ::sniffs the air:: Why do you smell like intensely potent cleaner? I thought you were Hertz!
<Pixel> ::let go and chuckles:: No… is your vision impaired? I clearly do not look like him and the cleaner is from my janitorial work here.
<Shade_Ringo> ::shaking head:: Nooo.. you ceratinly don’t look like *him.* I forgot about the janitorial bit, guess that means Hertz is gonna’ smell more like burnt popcorn and band-aids from now on.
<Shade_Ringo> ((^certainly))
<Pixel> Burnt popcorn and band-aids? ::puzzled expression::
<Shade_Ringo> Oh, you’ll soon understand alot about Hertz. ::now turning off the radio, as the song is utterly annoying::
<Pixel> And what about… you?
<Shade_Ringo> ::quirks brow at that:: What, can’t you just do a little internet phishing like the rest of your kind?
<Pixel> I could but that would be invasive and offensive… are you giving me permission to?
<Shade_Ringo> You gotta’ a lot of character for a cyberkat. Where’d that come from? Certainly not your mother’s side.
<Pixel> … I see you have spoken to your superiors in regards to my background…
<Shade_Ringo> You left me no choice. ::crosses arms defensively:: I couldn’t figure out what you were getting at with that “mother” bit.
<Pixel> I am sorry for the deception… but I just… wasn’t sure how to explain… and I rather you got their support as well as an explination. I’m not like my mother, I promise you I’m not. And I’m not like other cyberkats either… I was born, not created.
<Shade_Ringo> Whaaaat?
<Pixel> I was born… like a biological kat… from two parental units… Um… have you had that talk about ::pauses to get info:: birds and bees? ::then gets strange look:: Though it has nothing to do with birds or bees… what a funny analogy…
<Shade_Ringo> Wait, nevermind, I don’t need details. ::rubbing temple:: Look, it’s great your nothing like your rampaging mother, but don’t expect to get cut any slack. Her.. circuitry still runs through your… processors, or something, and that’s not exactly a reassuring fact.
<Pixel> I am aware my heritage is an issue. That is why I am willing to do whatever asked of me in this probation period of proving my word. ::small smile::
<Shade_Ringo> Uh huh. ::regarding her a moment:: Why’s it such a big deal to you to get into our good graces, huh? You’d have an easier time fitting in with the Red Cross.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> Blood makes me a bit woozy. And rice packets. Don’t ask. <Shade> Wasn’t planning to.))
<Pixel> I chose the MBI because this organization has proven to excel in the protection of Megakat City and in many instances the world as a whole. And… because you all are familiar with my kind… and accept us… which is something that must be done between all biologicals and cyberbeings.
<Pixel> ((LOL!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::smiles smugly at her comments, breathing on his claws and rubbing them on his chest some:: Yeah, we do a pretty decent job. ::sighs:: And yes, we do seem to be a nesting ground for cyberkat activity.
<Pixel> It is important for cyberkats to make good examples and show that we mean no harm. What better way than helping to keep biologicals safe?
<Shade_Ringo> Wow.. you’re almost.. too good to be true. Are you sure you weren’t practicing lines earlier? ::small chuckle::
<Pixel> I am sure I was not. ::slight upset look::
<Shade_Ringo> This is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Veeery idealistic.
<Pixel> … let’s just say I’ve seen the future and it wasn’t good in regards to cyberkat/biological relations.
<Shade_Ringo> ::raises brow at that:: So.. is that why you came back in time? To try and better those relations?
<Pixel> Yes… and… save my mother. ::sad look maaaaaaaw:: I failed in that… so I am even more determined on bettering relations. ::ears droop::
<Shade_Ringo> ::eee, kinda’ looks away on that one, loosening his collar some, clearing throat. not sure if she realizes he was the one partly responsible for the take-out:: Well.. she chose her path. You get to choose yours. And, if my two cents mean anything, yours definitely sounds more worthwhile.
<Pixel> ::no she doesn’t XD DUN DUN DUUUUN. nods a bit and looks at him anew:: I hope to gain your trust… and friendship too, but I understand your hesitation. ::small smile::
<Shade_Ringo> ::nods begrudgingly, hard to be sore when she’s so sincere:: Well.. your starting out on the right foot. I just hope us fleshy types can earn some trust of our own with your kind. It’s been kinda’ give and take over the years.
<Pixel> There is already one cyberkat that works here and trusts you, right? Now there are two. ::smiles fully::
<Shade_Ringo> Yeah, Tessie. Have, uh, you two met? I mean, while not impersonating Protocol?
<Pixel> No… which I apologize for doing… it was foolish and did nothing but I was desparate…
<Shade_Ringo> Ch’yeah, it was. ::smirks:: Nobody bought that turn-around for a second.
<Pixel> ::sighs:: Yes… so I realize…
<Shade_Ringo> Well, if there’s one thing the MBI prides itself on, it’s giving second, third, heck, even fourth chances. So you’re really gonna’ stay here in your past for the long-haul?
<Pixel> ::nods:: Yes. It is the best option for me and the goals I want to achieve. Is… that okay…?
<Shade_Ringo> ::shrugs:: Hey, it’s your call. I just can’t believe you’d be able to give up all the kats you know from then. Shoot, if I had to go back to the 70′s… brr! ::shivers:: I don’t think I could handle the culture shock.
<Pixel> I… really didn’t know many other kats… ::embarrassed look:: My mother wouldn’t let me socialize with biologicals despite my dad’s wishes.
<Shade_Ringo> Not surprising. ::muttered:: Who is your pops anyhow?
<Pixel> His assigned momenclature is Driver. He was the one who showed up when Glitch and several of you wanted her to merge into me when I was posing as my mother… he took me away to safety.
<Shade_Ringo> ::thinks on that:: Oh yeah, I remember him. So he’s takin’ care of you in the here and now?
<Pixel> Sort of… I am trying not to interfere with events but it seems that things are not what they turned out to be regardless somehow. I… haven’t seen him in a few months… and… I do not want to put him in any danger or anything…
<Pixel> Too many changes in the past have been theorized to cause completely different timelines… However my involvement in things I wanted to try and change did not matter.
<Shade_Ringo> Yeah, the whole time paradox stuff kinda’ boggles my mind. ::turns now, grabbing a mug and the coffee pot:: So wait, where are you staying? Are you campin’ out here with the rest of our unusual acquisitions?
<Pixel> Er… ::blushes:: yes… I… found a computer tower I prefer to do system checks and take rest periods under the bleachers on a pallate to be out of the way…
<Shade_Ringo> ::blinks at that, pouring a cup of coffee, and offering it to her:: Under the bleachers? Heh, Pix, I don’t think the Directors’ll mind if you want to claim one of the towers in the computer lab for that.
<Pixel> Thank you. ::takes the mug and peers into it:: No but… I can’t stay in one for a long period of time like other cyberkats can… ::takes a sip then smiles and drinks a little more::
<Shade_Ringo> ::begins pouring another cup, this one for himself:: What do you mean?
<Pixel> I do not know why, mother called it an error due to the manner in which I came to be, but the length of time in a computer spent for me is limited. I feel… lost… and my cyberkat body is forced out of acoherence to become solid. Normal cyberkats have the ability to live in a computer for days or months on end if need be. Not me.
<Shade_Ringo> Hrm. ::turning with his cup, blowing on it some:: That is pretty out of the ordinary. Anything else make unlike “normal” cyberkat, besides a personality?
<Shade_Ringo> ((^make your unlike))
<Pixel> The consumption of food seems to aid in my energy source at a higher level than other cyberkats… ::sips her coffee:: I also can work with manipulation of objects on a molecular scale… though I was trained for that.
<Shade_Ringo> Oh yeah? ::sips at his mug:: By who? For what purpose?
<Pixel> My mother… and she never said, other than “defense”. ::shrugs::
<Shade_Ringo> Hmm. Interesting. Can you give a demonstration?
<Pixel> ::beams proudly now:: Take a look in Director Korat’s office floor and the basement floor directly underneath. I repaired the flooring in both from the tunnel Dark Kat apparently made.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> I can rearrange your face too, if you want! <Shade> Er, no thanks… waaait a minute! What’s that supposed to mean!))
<Pixel> ((::dies!::))
<Shade_Ringo> Really? That was you? I was wondering how that got filled so fast..
<Pixel> Mind you I did not fill in the tunnel… it is still a few feet under the basement floor. I am not THAT good… ::floors in both are prolly slightly uneven too XD but fixed:: I just repaired what needed for the Bureau’s building structure.
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> ::has noticed the uneveness, as he trips over it for the 34th time XD::
<Pixel> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> Still.. wow, I can see why the Directors wanna’ keep you around.
<Pixel> ::smiles:: I hope they will want me around for more than simple repairs.
<Shade_Ringo> Mm. ::swishes what’s left of his coffee around in the mug:: Listen, if you’re gonna’ be stickin’ around this timeline, you’re gonna’ need to learn a few things about biologicals. First of all, March Madness.
<Pixel> ::XDDD:: March Madness? ::concerned look:: Is this a disease of the mind?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> Oh yes, I’ve heard of this! Is this the madness connected with eating too cow by-products. <Shade> um, no.. wrong madness.))
<Pixel> ((::diies!::))
<Shade_Ringo> Mmm, depends on the kat. ::grinning:: It’s associated with a basketball tournament, the same one I just won tickets for. I was gonna’ invite some of the agents to the game, so if you really wanna’ explore all the facets of a kat’s mind, there’s no better place than a high-stakes athletic event.
<Pixel> Oh! Baseketball, I enjoy playing the games biologicals play. ::grins as well:: I am quite good at getting the sphere into the hoop.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> I look forward to seeing a peaceful competitive event, where differences of opinion are settled sportsmanlike. <Shade> Aheh, yeah, maybe tickets to Opurah would be better..))
<Pixel> ((::dead::))
<Shade_Ringo> No kiddin’? *You* play basketball?
<Pixel> I have before yes. With my dad. Have you?
<Shade_Ringo> Ch’yeah! ::chest puffs:: I do a little street ball now and then, on some pick-up games. Heh. Go fig. So you know the rules and all?
<Pixel> Yes. Perhaps I should download them again to be sure they did not change…
<Shade_Ringo> Yeah, with all the rule-changes that’ve bound to happen, we’re not quite caught up yet. Huh.. you’re just full of surprises, Pix.
<Pixel> ((<Pixel> In the future, the court is a giant trampoline and you get more points for style when dunking though many controversies in regards to judging resemble those in women’s figure skating competitions… ))
<Pixel> ::downloading info:: It appears that the rules have remained the same…
<Pixel> ::then unsure look:: Good… surprises I hope?
<Shade_Ringo> ((LOL! <Shade> That sounds.. very different. <Pixel> And some floating brain called Scott Hammel does all the commentating. <Shade> I don’t know how I feel about the future of this sport.))
<Pixel> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> Well, that’s a surprise. ::chuckles, nodding:: So I take it your in for the game? Should be a good one, Rabid Squirrels versus the Ragin’ Cajuns.
<Pixel> ((::dies team mascot names::))
<Pixel> You… are really inviting me to come along?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Rabid Squirrels> ::are favored to win:: <Ragin Cajuns> ::are favored to win the halftime mascot show-down, however, as their’s is a giant chile pepper with cool shades and one giant beefy arm::))
<Pixel> ((::snorks!!::))
<Shade_Ringo> I… really am. ::half-smile, bobbing head some:: But! You have to promise not to root for the Rabid Squirrels.
<Pixel> I agree to your terms and accept your invitation. ::giddy smile lol holds out hand to shake on it::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Shade> Oh, and you’ll have to earn your keep by being the towel-boy. <Pixel> Ugh.. but the way those Rabid Squirrels over-salivate!..))
<Pixel> ((LOL ewww))
<Shade_Ringo> Good! ::shakes paw:: Games at 8:30. Those who are going will probably carpool. Wear something red or gold.
<Pixel> Do I need to give you money for the ticket?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> I have a giant hat shaped like a chile pepper, wearing shades and a beefy arm.. will that work? <Shade> …? ))
<Pixel> ((::snorks!:: <Pixel> It was a joke my dad had played on my mother… he claimed I wanted to forgo taking over the biologicals to become a basketball fanatic you see in the stands with paint and everything. She was not amused.))
<Shade_Ringo> Naw, c’mon, didn’t you just hear what I won? Were you not present when I called DJ PJ? The tickets are courtesy of KROX 109. I never pay full price if I have to.
<Shade_Ringo> ((Lol!!))
<Pixel> Oh… so it is a gift… ::smiles:: I will be certain to wear red and gold… though I must find the proper hexidecimal numeric codes to be exact.
<Shade_Ringo> Eh, whatever’s close enough. The station’ll probably give us a bunch of foam fingers and some free penants on the side.
<Pixel> Foam fingers? ::raises brow::
<Shade_Ringo> Oh, you’re gonna’ get a kick out of those. ::finishes last of coffee:: Your ma’ really *didn’t* let you out much.
<Pixel> That is what I said… despite my dad’s efforts, I wasn’t allowed to socialize or experience a lot of biological culture.
<Shade_Ringo> ::smirks to himself, circling the rim of his mug with a finger:: Weeell, if it were anyone else, that might be with good reason. Ya’ just gotta’ use sound judgment when it comes to “us biologicals.” Same with cyberkats, I suppose.
<Pixel> ::finishes her coffee:: I understand that. I was to be careful of which biologicals I trusted. I still am.
<Shade_Ringo> Good. ::nodding some:: I like to think a healthy amount of skepticism can keep one a whisker’s breadth ahead of trouble.
<Pixel> Another reason for my choice in coming to the MBI… though I am not certain if I can trust EVERY agent here…
<Shade_Ringo> ::snorks at that, setting aside his mug:: H’oh, lemme’ guess..
<Shade_Ringo> You’ve met McGrath.
<Pixel> ::quietly leaning in a bit:: You do not trust him either?
<Shade_Ringo> His kinda’ trust is.. fluid. It’s like counting on the weather. Most times you get the forecast as it’s predicted. Butsometimes, lightning strikes outta’ nowhere and leaving you wondering what just happened.
<Shade_Ringo> ((^and leaves))
<Pixel> He was most critical… I even wore an anti-cyberkat device to negate my powers yet he still was mistrusting and keeping a watch on me… but then again he had reason to suspect something was wrong before but now… I hope he backs off. ::frowning::
<Shade_Ringo> ::shrugs:: He’s come from a future very similar to yours. Maybe the same one. Mistrust just comes naturally.
<Pixel> Naturally? I disagree.
<Shade_Ringo> Oh? What’s your take, then?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pixel> I think he needs hugged, and often. <Shade> Tried that with the pixies. <Pixel> And? <Shade> He trained them to be killers.))
<Pixel> When I was younger… I had no problems trusting anyone. My parents of course, peers, biologicals… even despite my mother’s warnings. Everyone seems nice and not everyone is out to harm me but… some kats I learned are and should be avoided. In otherwords, I learned not to trust everyone… and was taught to mistrust EVERYone… I would like to give others the benifit of the doubt on first meeting.
<Pixel> ((::diies:: ))
<Shade_Ringo> I get your point. But talking specifically about McGrath, he operates on a whole ‘nother level, and most his life he’s had to operate on the “guilty unless proven innocent” assumption, literally because future’s depended on it.
<Pixel> It is sad… that he must close himself up from everyone else. Though… my mother respected him despite him being a biological, which trust me, that was rare. She spoke highly of him but also warned me about him and other agents here.
<Shade_Ringo> Heh, I’m sure he’d be flattered. But, he’s still flat on his back over at Megakat Memorial from all the “respect” he received from her in the Realm of Fire.
<Pixel> ::frowns at that:: What… has she done to you… personally, Agent Ringo?
<Shade_Ringo> ::mulls it over, before looking away:: I don’t think it matters much anymore. My grievances are nothing compared to others, most of which will be hard for you to hear.
<Pixel> Even still… ::goes over and gives him a hug:: I appreciate you giving me a chance… and opportunity… despite everything. ::lets him go and smiles:: I… best be off to prepare for the game… ::backs up towards the door::
<Shade_Ringo> ::erks, wasn’t expecting that!:: Uh… sure. Just, please, don’t prove me wrong, okay? It’s embarrassing. ::half-hearted smile::
<Pixel> I won’t, I promise! ::waves and hurries out to go see about getting some Ragin’ Cajuns gear lol::