Shade, Hertz and Pixel head back to the MBI after the basketball game. Shade gives Pixel a test on the road, one of which Pixel is not pleased with. She tries to get even with Shade later.
<Pixel> ::is red for Ragin’ Cajuns! XD after more mauling- er publicity from the radio station DJ XD most likely, hurrying back to Shade’s car::
<Shade_Ringo> Ye-hes! ::high fiving random Cajun fans on their triumphant exit from the stadium:: Those squirrels didn’t stand a chance! And my bracket is still viable! <Hertz> ::has random paper plates and cups sticking to his painted body::
<Pixel> ::lol Hertz XD she got into the game herself, waved lil’ pompom thing on steek XD and shouted that a rule was not observed or when a player was needing to be fouled XD smiles:: I take it you have enjoyed yourself greatly tonight?
<Shade_Ringo> Well how could you not? 98 to 59 is something to be enjoyed, even with three guys fouled out. ::dem Cajuns are brutes XD::
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> ::shivering now from exposure:: Shade, can I wrap myself back in your rags? ::left his pressbox seat a redder hue than it was before::
<Pixel> Thank you for inviting me. It has been quite an experience. ::gets in passenger’s side::
<Shade_Ringo> Yeah, but I want them back, Hertz! ::climbs into driver’s seat:: And no problem. It’s nice that one of you cyber-types knows how to process what “fun” can be. ::assuming that’s the “experience” she felt XD:: <Hertz> ::hops into the back, wrapped like a burrito::
<Shade_Ringo> <Rabid Squirrel Fans> ::twitching at the loss. lots of them dash into the middle of the street, stopp, twitch, then dash out of cars’ paths at the last second::
<Pixel> ::smirks:: We can have fun. At least cyberkats can… I do not know about cyberdemons… ::pondering this:: You alright Hertz?
<Pixel> ((::DEAD::))
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> I’m good! ::before head-banding into the back of her seat at Shade’s reverse peel-out, and falling across the back seat as they take off:: <Shade> Gotta’ beat traffic.
<Shade_Ringo> So what exactly separates a “cyberkat” from a “cyberdemon” again? I just thought it was that the ‘kats had achieved independence, while the ‘demons were still takin’ marching orders from the fat kat.
<Pixel> ::grips the seat lol digging claws in even:: Can we do that WITHOUT ending up injured? ::glad she had her seatbelt on again, almost kissed the dashboard XD huffs:: Er… well that is part of it… Cyberkats have gained free-will, something which Dark Kat did not intend… Cyberdemons are those who are incabable of making decisions for themselves, hesitant and resistant to free will for whatever reason.
<Shade_Ringo> Uh huh, that makes sense. ::as he’s weaving/skidding around terrified Rabid Squirrel fans and cars:: So since your were natural-born, that made you automatically a Cyberkat, with free-will and all.
<Pixel> Affirmati- look out for that fan squirrel! ::points!:: Slow down, Agent Ringo!
<Shade_Ringo> ::slams breaks, even pullin’ the emergency as they stop a whisker away from a fan wearing a giant, drooly squirrel hat:: <Fan> ::quivering head to toe, squeaks!:: <Shade> Stick to the trees, loser! Haha! ::honks, and then squeals around::
<Pixel> … Next time… I am traveling through the city’s powerlines…
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> ::meeps from the back:: I wish I could do that..
<Shade_Ringo> ::just grins, as they finally get out of the main crowd, and get to mildly open streets:: I don’t know the meaning of “slow.”
<Pixel> Slow. adjective. moving or proceeding with little or less than usual speed or velocity
<Shade_Ringo> Now look up known “antonyms” of that, and you should find my name somewhere. <Hertz> I personally have always enjoyed adverbs in grammar. Exceedingly.
<Pixel> … negative. Your name is not included.
<Pixel> ::folds arms:: Just get us back in one piece.
<Shade_Ringo> Phh, you may be more kat-tish than most cybers, but your humor still needs updating.
<Pixel> It is hard to keep a good sense of humor when your life is in danger. ::sticks tongue out::
<Shade_Ringo> Oh please, the only one in real danger in this car is him. ::sticking thumb towards Hertz:: You could easily just go acoherent and be prim as pie if we were to crash into a flaming metal pretzel.
<Pixel> I would not do such a thing! I would attempt to make the vehicle acoherant before our bodies were impaled by whichever large structure or object it was that came our way.
<Shade_Ringo> Oh yeah? ::getting a devious look about him, beginning to accelerate::
<Pixel> Yes… ::noting the speed increasing:: But I would not wish to test this out! Please refrain from getting into any accidents.
<Shade_Ringo> C’mon, Pix. If you wanna’ be an agent someday, your skills are gonna’ be needed at a moments notice.
<Pixel> But you are putting lives in danger! ::eyes widened, ears perked, looking ahead, gripping the seat hard lol::
<Shade_Ringo> There’s no time for tests in the heat of a mission! ::and at that, squeals into an alley, where a line of dumpsters cut off the other side:: Do or die!
<Shade_Ringo> ::accelerating the car towards the dumpsters:: <Hertz> O_O! You’re crazy!!
<Pixel> Agent Ringo you are insane!! ::lol indeed she goes acoherent… spreading out from herself to the seat and the rest of the vehicle, barely ingulfing it and all three of them inside before reaching the dumpsters, shutting her eyes tightly when the reach… and pass through, the energy shoving the dumpsters aside::
<Shade_Ringo> ::whoo! feels all energized! XD grinning widely as they manage the feat, and come out the other side not a mangled mess:: Niiiice!
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> ::fur on end at acoherency. eyes are bugged out, as he dry yells::
<Pixel> ::car and occupants inside revert to solid form lol everyone intact. panting… leans forward some in her seat as that was a bit draining. glares at him, tries to smack him onna cheek even XD:: Never do that again, agent Ringo! I am not something to be used for wild stunts! If you wish to put your life at risk that is fine, just do not include myself or Agent Hertz or anyone else! ::momma’s temper lol tho can’t get that scary I’mma gonna KILL you look XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ((XD “I’mma gonn-))
<Pixel> ::momma’s temper lol tho can’t get that scary I’mma gonna KILL you look XD::
<Shade_Ringo> Ow! ::smacked, causing the car to swerve some as they re-enter the street. probably not much traffic now, as it’s probably pretty late after the game:: Alright! Alright, I got it. I just wanna’ know what you’re made of. ..ow. ::rubbing cheek::
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> @_@! What she said, times ten, you maniac!! I’ve got goldfish waiting for me at home!
<Pixel> If you want to know that then I will email you my composition. ::hrmphs looking away from him angrily::
<Shade_Ringo> ::glowers at the rear view mirror, before setting eyes back on the road:: Just tryin’ to prove a point.
<Pixel> What point is THAT? March Madness truly IS a disease of the mind?
<Shade_Ringo> No!.. That, that this whole joining the MBI fairytale you’ve got planned out in your head may not be all that you think it is. If you can’t handle that little stunt, how’re you gonna’ handle our day-to-day near-death experiences?
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> It’s true. Running into a dumpster is pretty light and fluffy compared to last week. >_>
<Pixel> ::looks at him annoyed:: I do not expect my fellow future ally agents to try and delete me and other innocents!
<Shade_Ringo> Ah please. I wasn’t *trying* to kill us. I knew you could pull that off, I just wanted to see if you knew you could.
<Pixel> Let me inform you of something, Agent Ringo. The future I came from was QUITE dangerous for me. I can handle myself, understand? This time is so tame compared to then, why else do you think I chose this particular timeframe?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pix> Of course I did! But did you consider that I might’ve known I knew I didn’t need to know? <Shade> Of course! That’s why I knew you’d know you knew you could! <Hertz> @_@ Help me. someone. ))
<Pixel> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> I don’t know, for the great fashion? Fine. So you can handle yourself. Now I know.
<Pixel> ((<Pixel> And knowing is half the battle. <Hertz> What’s the other half? <Pixel> 25% blue lasers, 25% red lasers.))
<Shade_Ringo> Paw.. ::under breath::
<Pixel> … what would you have done should I NOT have been able to get us through your… demonstration?
<Shade_Ringo> ((lol!! <Hertz> um.. I’m not the best at math..))
<Shade_Ringo> I would’ve known, with my last breath, that you were either A) a phony or B) not worth the MBI’s time. ::eyes leveled on her::
<Shade_Ringo> <Hertz> Does anyone wanna’ know *my* opinion on this?? ::wriggling in the backseat::
<Pixel> What a careless way of learning something. Would it have been worth the loss of agent Hertz as well? ::folds arms::
<Pixel> Yes tell Ringo what you feel about his demonstration.
<Shade_Ringo> Hertz is a survivor. <Hertz> ::preens:: <Shade> I don’t know how, but he usually pulls through.
<Pixel> That is not sufficient enough for me.
<Shade_Ringo> ::shrugs:: Sorry.
<Pixel> ::huffs and folds arms across her chest, waiting for them to reach the MBI. pouty upset expression on her face::
<Shade_Ringo> ::finally pulls them into the MBI’s parking lot. most of the lights are off inside, as the graveyard shift is on::
<Pixel> ::unbuckles her seat belt and gets out of his car. slams door after herself, stomping inside XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ::gets out to help Hertz unwrap:: What do you think? Good first impression? <Hertz> Considering… I think she took it all rather well! Um.. about the wet spot in the back…
<Pixel> ((::dies XD poor Hertz XD::))
<Pixel> ::goes to she-kat’s locker room to get the hat and other Ragin’ Cajun’ periphenalia (sp?) off. washes off her face::
<Shade_Ringo> ::groooans:: Get out. Go home to your fish. <Hertz> ::skitters away into the night! until he gets to his car, then he drives out:: <Shade> ::steps into HQ, taking off the “Cage the Rage” shirt along the way, leaving just the long sleeved T:: Hellooo? Anywone here?
<Pixel> ((LOL! Hertz))
<Pixel> <Hans> ::in breakroom yawning. making pot of coffee. pokes head out hearing Ringo:: Hey, Shade! Want some coffee? Just got a pot going.
<Shade_Ringo> You know I never turn down the mud you make, Lynx. ::grins as he heads towards the breakroom:: Game just got out. Director and Ann prolly went straight home afterwards. How’s the shift been?
<Pixel> <Hans> Uneventful so far. Let’s hope it stays that way. … what game? ::goes back and pours himself a cuppa joe::
<Pixel> ::is mad lol can’t believe Shade did that! but is more upset that he thought she couldn’t handle it… hrmphs!::
<Shade_Ringo> Aw paw, it’s too bad you had to work graveyard tonight. You know that KROX station, with the PJ DJ who plays the same songs over and over and over until your ears wanna’ bleed?
<Pixel> <Hans> … I don’t listen to the radio really… but go on. ::moves aside so he can get a cup of coffee::
<Shade_Ringo> Well, all week they’ve been given away tickets to the Elite Eight round between the Rabid Squirrels and Ragin’ Cajuns game tonight. And guess who won they’re last giveaway this afternoon?
<Pixel> <Hans> Hertz? ::grinning a bit. sips coffee::
<Shade_Ringo> ::pauses:: No… how could you say that? The last time he called a radio station, they actually made him give *them* small prizes. You remember our stapler shortage that year?
<Pixel> <Hans> ::laughs a bit:: So you took Korat and Ann Gora? Who won?
<Shade_Ringo> Yeah, I won the tickets, and those who were off gotta’ go. Aw kats, it wasn’t even a game. It was a thrashing.
<Pixel> <Hans> Those are usually boring when there is no real competition.
<Shade_Ringo> It was at least more enjoyable than being a Rabid Squirrel fan. ::smirks:: Still, we all had a pretty good time.
<Pixel> <Hans> That’s good to hear. Who else went? ::pouts at the slim pickins left in the pastry department XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ::pours himself a cup of coffee:: Hertz came, and so did the new girl. Protocol’s daughter.
<Pixel> <Hans> Whoah… you asked Hertz AND her to come along?
<Shade_Ringo> Well, Pixel and I had a nice little chat beforehand, she wants to improve kat and cyber relations, so I thought it’d be nice to invite her. Hertz just kinda’ showed up in the lobby painted red with a little green hat.
<Pixel> <Hans> ::snorks:: PLEASE tell me you got pictures of him like that?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Hertz> ::actually had other plans for the evening, and accidentally went along. what those other plans were remains a mystery to this day::))
<Pixel> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::whips out camera phone:: Check it. ::shows pics::
<Pixel> <Hans> Mwha ha! ::takes his phone quickly, setting coffe cup down to fully view the files lol cracking up laughing:: Where did he GET so much paint?
<Shade_Ringo> I think I’m gonna’ decorate the she-kats locker room with these. Whaddaya’ think?
<Shade_Ringo> No idea, I just saw a paint bucket at the front desk as we were leaving. We gotta’ remember to lock that janitor’s closet.
<Pixel> <Hans> Yes that’s a good idea… ::snickering XD:: On both the decorating and the locking the closet door.
<Shade_Ringo> ::takes back phone:: I’m gonna’ forward it to the computer lab and get started on those print-outs. I might get a raise for this.
<Pixel> <Hans> ::snickers letting him have the phone back:: I dunno about a raise… just make sure no one’s in there either.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pic> ::gets sent to the compy where Pix hangs out, and is flooded with it:: <Pix> Gyah!! DELETE! DELETE!!))
<Pixel> ((::dead!::))
<Shade_Ringo> C’mon Lynx, really? What kinda’ tom do you take me for? ::exiting for the comp lab with his coffee. shouts back:: Don’t answer that!
<Pixel> <Hans> ::mouth was open as he was about to respond but grins instead, shaking head. goes to his own office::
<Pixel> ::returned to compy lab and inside onna the computers in there. only one that’s on::
<Shade_Ringo> ::enters the comp lab, still looking at them on his phone, nearly spitting coffee at the Ragin’ truffle shuffle he captured::
<Pixel> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::looks around, seeing the lone compy, and takes a seat. begins clicking around, opening up email::
<Pixel> ::notes someone has gotten online and all… checks the agent ID and hrmphs seeing it is Shade’s. decides to mess with HIM now! bwhahahaha observes::
<Shade_Ringo> ::oh dear. should learn by now not to mess with cybers:: ‘Kay.. ::logins to email, and sees all the new emails with photo attachment:: Hah haaa, Slick, you devil, this is really too good, even for you. ::clicks to open one::
<Shade_Ringo> ::has half his coffee emptied, setting the mug next to the keyboard::
<Pixel> ::switches email to say “Are you tired of your career? Well now it is time to switch to Pig Farming!” as well as rest of his emails, putting spam in inbox and inbox stuff in spam folder::
<Shade_Ringo> What the- ::as he just clicked on the switcherood spam-mail:: No.
<Shade_Ringo> <Computer> ::has a post-it taped to the monitor, specifically stating “Do NOT click on any emails that ask you to become a Pig Farmer! (Hertz!)”::
<Pixel> <other emails> ::include “Be a lollipoppin tester! Help find delicious flavors to put on the market such as toenail taffy, pea green glub and smell ya later!” “Help! I am an Afurcan Prince who needs ur muney!” “Be a secret shopper… OR ELSE.” “Assaulting Fragrances of the Month Club!”::
<Pixel> ((LOL!))
<Shade_Ringo> ((Rofl!! at spam! flashes of reality!))
<Shade_Ringo> What-no-stop! ::seem to multiply the more he tries to delete:: How did this get switched? ::grumbles, will have to write another nasty post-it. tries to click back onto the Inbox::
<Pixel> ::snickering to her cyberself lol and lets him click back into inbox. suddenly wurd-up perfect writing program appears. bouncy paperclip smiles wickedly and says:: “I see you are trying to write an email. Let me help you with that.”
<Shade_Ringo> ::blinks, double-taking at the giant, intrusive big-eyed paperclip:: Wha? How are you even open? No, I don’t want your kinda’ help. And I didn’t want to hit compose!
<Pixel> <paperclip> “Tip of the day – be nice to everyone and do not play crash test dummy on unsuspecting kats.”
<Shade_Ringo> ::freezes! eyes slooowly turn towards the giant paperclip:: Oookay, freaky animation… ::clicks to X him out::
<Pixel> <paperclip> ::vanishes out:: <computer> ::hums nicely as if nothing’s wrong::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Paperclip> ::at point-clicking:: “Stop. That tickles, Dave.” ::glows red:: <Shade> O.O;))
<Pixel> ((::dies!::))
<Shade_Ringo> ::slowly takes up coffee, taking a gulp, and shaking off the weirdness before re-taking the mouse. now that he’s made it to the inbox, attempts to open up the photo attachments::
<Pixel> <photo attachments> ::whatever they be, faces have all been painted over with mustaches and beards, monacles and top hats XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ::snorks! laughing out loud. then pauses again, getting weirded out:: Huh, maybe refresh.. ::tries to close the photos and re-open them::
<Pixel> <photos> ::nope still have all the painted black ’staches and such XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Gals in Locker Room> ::looking at mustached an monocoled Hertz:: Huh… Hertz is actually more refined than I took him for. Anyone have his number? <Shade> -_- How can this be?))
<Pixel> ((::snorks!!::))
<Shade_Ringo> ::small grr, closing and re-opening several more times::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Hertz> ::comes to work looking like Mr. Peanut for the rest of his life. and painted red::))
<Pixel> <photos> ::now include a cane, bow tie, spats on shoes and pocketwatch XD::
<Pixel> ((He’s ANGRY Peanut!))
<Shade_Ringo> ((lol!!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::mouth gapes wider with every addition that’s added as he refreshes:: Now just a paw dang minute! ::hitting fist on counter, shaking mug and keyboard:: What’s goin’ on!?
<Pixel> ::chibi version of herself appears riding along on a mouse click arrow XD waving::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Hertz> I’m jalepeno flavored, toots. <Goldfish> ::swoon::))
<Pixel> ((::dead!::))
<Shade_Ringo> ::brow furrows, eyes squinting, as he puts his nose right up to the screen to see what that is:: … Pixel?!
<Pixel> Yes that is me! ::hops off the arrow and it zooms away off screen::
<Shade_Ringo> Whaddaya’ think your doin’? .. Oh, wait, now the vindictive paperclip makes sense.
<Pixel> I’m just you know… seeing if you could handle encountering a nasty computer virus or something…
<Shade_Ringo> ::cocks an eyebrow, taken aback:: Wh-heh, that’s.. totally unoriginal!
<Shade_Ringo> You get out of there and leave my blackmail alone!
<Pixel> So what! You were clueless on what to do! You could have infected the MBI’s database by continuing to click on the same malfunctioning email! ::lil’ razz lol then runs up to the screen, it goes staticy blue as the top half of her emerges from it all electric bloo:: So HA!
<Shade_Ringo> ::whoa! bends backwards at her popping up:: Don’t compare situations, alright. A computer virus is not life or death… well, usually.
<Pixel> Maybe not life or death but anything that sees the MBI files comprimised well… could lead to that. ::grumps that he’s not all apologizing and groveling lol climbs out rest of way from compy, pushing him in his rolly chair to back up. goes solid hands on hips::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pix> ::photoshops Shade’s head onto Hertz’s, paints it red, and then FWD:’s to the office, and Enforcers:: <Shade> O_O; Oh no.. my shred of dignity!))
<Pixel> ((::busts up!!:: Don’t give her mun any ideas ;D))
<Shade_Ringo> ::rolls backwards, chuckling:: You are a piece of work. What are you, like 3 in Cyber-years?
<Shade_Ringo> ((the disturbing thought had crossed my mind, miliseconds after hitting enter XD))
<Pixel> ((XD))
<Pixel> ::no longer in gold and red gear. just jeans, black chucks, white shirt similar in style to Protocol’s tho not showin’ her tummy, and face cleaned of the paint:: Uh no… I am 17 years of age.
<Shade_Ringo> That’s in normal kat years? You’re tellin’ me you’re a full-grown *teenager*? ::throws hands up:: Oh the angst!
<Pixel> Well yes of course I am! I told you I was created like a biological… I age like one too… What’s wrong with being a teenager?
<Shade_Ringo> I’ll tell ya’ what’s wrong. Your at that prime age where you think you know everything, when you’ve got the most learning to do. ::then makes a kinda “eee” face:: Plus you’re gettin’ all hormonal, and what’s worse, you’re too big to be spanked!
<Pixel> ::glares at him:: I will be 18 years next month! So therefore I am near adult age and am mature! ::folds arms and looks away:: I do not think I know everything… because I don’t. I do know more than YOU though.
<Shade_Ringo> Oh, yeeeah, maturity’s all about being legally able to smoke and buy lottery tickets. Gimme’ a break, kid.
<Pixel> No maturity is not. Who wants to poison their lungs or waste money? But you weren’t exactly the pillar of maturity yourself tonight you know. ::points finger at him:: Carrying on about a game like it was life and death, nearly running over the opposing team’s fans, and trying to wreck your car AND passengers inside!
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Pix> ::and then quickly tucks away scratch-offs::))
<Pixel> ((LOL XD))
<Shade_Ringo> ::mutter grumbles, spinning around, and leaving the chair spinning as he makes towards the door:: Thing is, I don’t have anything to prove. The other Megs know I’m good for it when push comes to shove. You, on the other hand..
<Pixel> am NOT my mother! ::shouts at him and then turns to face the computer:: Or a naive immature teenager either… ::huffs, goes acoherent and zaps into the computer::
<Pixel> ((<Pixel> ::goes to read Twilight on ebook and laments that she finds it interesting like the other teenagers of this time period.:: He’s riiiiiight!!!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::turns head over shoulder, squinting an eye at that:: Phh.. ::turns head forward and leaves::
<Shade_Ringo> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::then pops back in!:: And don’t mess with any of my other emails!
<Pixel> ((LOL Shade XD))
<Shade_Ringo> ::then really leaves XD hu-hah!::