Q: *The scientist lady was busy at her lab in the tower, constructing a new suit for all occasions. Water, space, human bodies...*
G: *She walks in without a care of precaution. Walking up to her, she places a file down full of information on the nullifier.* You're welcome.
Q: *She frowns disgustedly at GLaDOS and she growls* What do you want?
G: *She resists the urge to roll her eyes and slides the file harshly at her.* Simply doing a job that you can't do on your own.
Q: Or doesn't want to do. *She actually does roll her eyes and sighs* I am not working with you. Goodbye.
G: So, for someone in a group of flamboyant heroes, you have no care that the world is ending. I would've thought otherwise.
Q: *She gives GLaDOS an embittered look and she snatches the folder and reads it* Go away.
R: *He walks in from training and frowned* What's happening?
G: *She casually leans againsst the table and smirks but turns to see the newcomer.* Ah, the happily wedded. I was trying to simply help but am only being met with cruelties.
R: Um. Yeah. *He rubs at the back of his head, stuck between a rock and a hard place* How are you miss GLaDOS? Find anything out about the silver person?
G: I've been busy with other sorts of things. But I have managed the information on the nullifier. *She turns her back to Queen.*
Q: Do you want me to make it?
G: *She lets out a derisive laugh and shakes her head.* You wouldn't have the ability. It isn't made from materials of any planet.
Q: ...Hm...What materials does it need? *She frowns, slowly hatching an idea*
G: *She really does roll her eyes this time and turns back to her with a sneer.* Apparently you can only read numbers. The one that is threatening this world is what that weapon came from.
Q: I rather hear you say it. *She scowls and starts to compile data*
G: How about not? I'm not a tool, despite what you would hope for. How about you call those others and get them here?
Q: *She really hopes that a meteor would just crash down on her* Rory be a dear and call everyone please...
R: Um okay....*He sends out a mass text* [txt] Guys. GLaDOS and Queen need us...Vir we need you to calm them both down thanks.
VC: [He teleports in a few moments later.] I heard that we are in need of an auspistice here...?
Q: *She rolled her eyes at her hubby* no vir.
G: *She nods as hello to Vir and crosses her arms in waiting.*
VC: Mm. Yes, we do definitely need an auspistice. [He leans against a lab table, looking back and forth between the two.] What did I miss this time?
Q: It's nothing Vir. Let me just figure out this file. *She snaps at him, a rare thing for her to do*
G: *Shaking her head, she turns to Vir and shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly.* I merely was trying to tell her that there was information in that file, but she insists on me repeating everything without anyone here. *She nods over at Rory.* No offense meant.
R: None taken? *He shrugs and smiles*
VC: [He looks over at Queen, and then back at GLaDOS.] Perhaps she would just rather hear what you have to say than read a file? Your scientific opinion in this instance, I believe, would be greatly appreciated.
Q: *She gives Vir the dirtiest glare ever before reading the file*
G: *She raises a skeptical eyebrow.* Doubtful considering she at first tried to boot me out and stating that the information was unimportant.
Q: *She didn't want to be around a person who didn't respect her.*
VC: ...Well, she's reading it now. Are you satisfied? [He looks rather irritated by the both of them.]
Q: *She will be booting him onto the couch, poor Vir.*
G: I was only suggesting that everyone be here if I'm to explain something. *Her eyes squint slightly in agitation.*
VC: Ah. [He looks a bit chagrined now, looking down at his feet.] Right. Sorry.
Q: *She is writing down notes, blocking them both out.*
G: *She lets out a deep breath and shakes her head.* It isn't your fault.
Q: *She turns around to the other two and frowned* What are we going to do with this information if we can't make a nullifier? Should we find one or???
VC: [He looks up.] Why would we be unable to make one?
Q: Appearently the materials are "out of this world".
VC: ...Are they in this universe?
Q: *She blinks* Well if it exists on paper...it should.
G: Weren't there more last time? Perhaps one of them knows.
Q: Maybe, but we'd have to look up any historical and scientific databases.
S: *Bursts in with a tray over his head.* SYM BROUGHT COOKIES! HAPPY COOKIES!
R: YAY! *He bounces over to Sym and chirps* What flavor Sym?
Q: *She smiles at the nice alien*
S: Chocky chip! Sym got text saying troubles were happening.
G: *The bot gives the small creature a look of disgust.*
R: Oooh Chocolate chip!!! And yes, trouble is brewing Sym. D:
Q: *She nodded and sighed* Someone wants to eat this planet.
S: *His ears droop down at being heard there really was trouble, but upon hearing what it was, he perks back up.* Why not Lensy?
VC: [He had been reading over Queen's shoulder, trying to make sense of the data, but then looks up with confusion at Sym's suggestion.] Who's "Lensey"?
S: Lensy is a special friend of Sym's. *He slides the cookie tray onto the table. Crawling up, he settles on his bottom and rocks while holding onto his feet.* Lensy comes and goes, but has been through these things before. He likes to wear spiders though.
G: This is ridiculous. We are listening to a lump of coagulated spit and blood.
VC: [He gives GLaDOS a sideways glance.] As well as a formation of antimatter and technology. Give him a chance, Miss GLaDOS. [He then looks back at Sym.] Are you referring to Mr. Parker? I suppose it would make sense, he's been in this business the longest...
Q: *She snickers at Vir's responce and she swivels her chair to face the all.*
S: *He is about to shout, not knowing if Vir had insulted him or not, but nods excitedly and points at the anon.* That's him! That's Lensy!
Q: Yes that is Lensy. *She gives a wide smile and winks at Vir* I also call him hor...you know now it not the time...*She coughed, feeling a little awkward.*
VC: [He raises an eyebrow.] Ahem. Anywho. He lives in the tower, does he not?
S: Sym has seen him, but not much lately.
R: I've seen him around. o3o
VC: Hmm. Should we... Go fetch him, then?
Q: Yeah. Can you teleport him in dear?
S: Shall Sym find Robbie too?
Q: Please Sym! :D
VC: <_< That would be terribly rude of me. It's not like we're dealing with Grey here.
Q: Oh please. Parker's been through worse.
S: Syms on it! *He grabs a few cookies and scurries out.*
VC: I am not going to /teleport/ him into this room. He doesn't even know me. He might even attack me.
Q: *She tries to text him instead* Okay then.
G: *Watches this argument with interest while picking on a cookie.*
VC: [He gently puts his hand on her phone.] Perhaps one of us should /approach/ him. In a friendly manner.
Q: ono I am just texting him....
VC: Yes. But that is still... Not.... [He sighs.] It is a wonder what face-to-face interaction will do as far as convincing people to help. Texting is not rude, but also not as effective.
Q: :I Well you talk to him then.
VC: [He rubs his neck.] Alright, yes, well. I will do that. [He pauses and then turns around to walk into the hallway to look for Peter.]
Q: :I Well.
G: Is this common?
Q: Is what common?
G: This bickering you two have. *She pops a piece of the cookie in her mouth.*
Q: No not really. *She growls angrily at Glados*
G: *She chews delicately before swallowing and chuckles.* So vicious. Like a little chihuahua.
Q: Hey I've seen Chihuahuas attack bigger dogs and win culo.
G: Does speaking a second language make you feel better about yourself?
Q: Reminds me of my dad, so yeah.
G: Tragic that you would be so easily impressed with yourself.
S: *Bursts back in smiling.* FOUND HERRRR!
Q: Tragic? More like great actually. *She smiles.* A good self esteem is imporant.
19: *She follows Sym, tying her zany hair back from her face and looking around.* Sup?
Q: Hi 19~
G: *She nods to 19 with a smile.* Good to see you again.
S: *Crawls back onto the table and holds up some cookies to 19.* See? Sym made cookies!
19: Awesome. Good to see you both. What's up? Nullified?
G: The nullifier. Hopefully everyone will be here soon. *She looks around and counts up 5heads including herself.*
Q: Appearently we can't make it
R: I am here to help 'w'
19: Awesome, let's wait for everyone before we get everything going.
PP: *A vaguely familiar scruffy-haired nerd pokes his head into the laboratory, lured by the wonderful cadence of actual people talking. Upon seeing the jumble of people in the room, he grins.* Aha! So there is intelligent life in this tower! *He walks in, and. Realizes that he knows exactly one of these people, who he waves to. Rory.*
R: *He waves dorkily back to the other human-arthropod and he grins* See? He's here! :D
Q: *She waves back with a polite smile*
S: *The small alien perks up when hearing a familiar voice. Turning, he bounces on his bottom to the edge of the table.* LENSY!!!
PP: *Ooh, scratch that. Two people. He waves more hesitantly to Sym, and then looks between the three women.* Were you guys, uh, waiting for me?
19: No idea. Probably. Were we? *She looks at GLaDOS and Queenie*
Q: I guess! o3o
G: Is this all for the "group" to save the world?
Q: Appearently.
13: NOPE WAIT wait I come bearing Vir. *She waltzes in, tugging Vir by the elbow.*
VC: [He looks highly disgruntled.]
PP: *And now he's rather confused.* World-? What's going on?
19: So, Parker. The world is ending, someone called Galactus is trying to eat our planet and the only hint we have is something called a Nullifier. Time to cancel the apocolypse.
Q: What 19 said. *She waves her hand non-commitedly*
PP: *His eyes widen behind his glasses, and he pushes them up, clearing his throat.* Oh yeah that sounds like a good plan. Um. *Galactus. Not good.*
Q: Do you happen to have a nullifier on you?
PP: Not, uh, no. *He squints at her, and then at the rest of the people he doesn't know.* And... Who are all of you, exactly?
Q: AntQueen. I was the one who jacked Hank's equipment. Hiiiii.
19: Agent 19. I guess I'm kind of leading this crazy group for now. And that is GLaDOS. *She nods over to the bot.* She's... advising.
Q: *She glares at GLaDOS*
S: Sym is Sym, but Lensy knows that. *He smiles brightly.*
G: *Sge nods towards Peter, snatching the file from Queen and handing it to him.*
Q: *Mutters grouchily*
13: Agent 13. *She waves.* I'm... Not smart or a leader so I'm just kind of. Muscle.
VC: And I am Vir Cinereus. I am attempting to be a... Mediator... [He glances sharply at Queen.]
PP: ... *He whistles and then claps his hands together before taking the file and flipping it open.* Okay, so. What have we got?
G: I have gathered all information available in the SHIELD database on the ultimate nullifier, however, its whereabouts are unknown.
19: So, Parker. Does SHIELD or the Avengers or maybe just you, do you have a way to track this thing down?
PP: Um. *His mind is practically buzzing as he tries to think of a way to track the thing, and his grimace stretches as he continuously comes up with nothing.* Nnnnnooo??? But, I mean, I don't know much /about/ it, you'd probably want to ask someone who's /found/ it before. *Not that he knows where the Fantastic Four are at this point in time.*
Q: *She nodded and frowned* Ok we'll need to contact them then.
19: Do you know who found it? Where we can find them?
PP: The Fantastic Four were, um, the ones who found it the last time I can remember. And I don't know where to find them. It was on some... *He waves his hand vaguely.* Alien planet.
Q: *She nodded and q uickly typed out some notes*
G: Then that's leads to the question. If we had had this threat before and this Galactus backed off, it's obvious he hasn't come back until now. So what is it that worried him?
Q: The munchies?
G: Yes, because a planet eaters hunger would cause him to back off when hungry...
PP: Now, that... I don't know. I don't actually know exactly what the nullifier /is/, just that it scares him. And it's alien.
Q: Oh shut up you bitter broad.
G: Was simply stating the obvious. Looks like someone's feathers are ruffled. *She focuses her attention back to Parker.* So, Mr. Parker, if we do manage to find it, would you know how it works?
PP: ....Well, no. I, uh, don't have experience with it.
Q: Hmmm. We're gonna need to learn how, and soon.
G: They say you are particular in the way of science. Shall you help this Potoo out with it?
PP: ....This what?
Q: *She rolls her eyes at GLaDOS*
G: *She waves it off.* Mind helping her? She seems to not care for my scientific help, even though she expects me to cater to her whim.
Q: I expect you to treat me like a collegue. A little respect goes a long way.
PP: Sure, I guess. *He looks back and forth between the two of them. Yikes. Tension.*
VC: [Auspistice urges rising.]
S: *He looks at this worriedly, but doesn't want to get slapped. So he sits and munches on a cookie.*
G: Respect is something I give when given. You clearly have none for me, so why should I work to act nice to you?
Q; I HAD respect for you, but your treatment of others killed that you giant hunk of metal. Tell me. What DO you test? Because from what I can gather, you're imperical data is SHIT.
G: *She smiles wickedly, seeming ready to strike mercilessly.* My tests conduct the human condition, something you lack.
S: Ummm. Guys... Ladies...?
Q: hAHahahahaahHAHAAHAHA. That's fucking hilarious.
Q: Where's your fucking controls?
Q: Your controlled variables?
Q: Data?
Q: HYPOTHESIS?
VC: [He is torn between intervening and letting them get this out of their system. But he's not sure this will help at all, because this will probably just make things worse. Ugh.]
PP: ._.;;;;
G: And while I've accomplished dimensional and universal travel, tell me, what is it that you've accomplished? A talking bug? Look how that has turned out. He preferred to be human than what he was. Though he isn't a failure, he isn't exactly what you made him for.
19: *Coughs politely.* Um... guys...?
Q: I made a robot, raised countless of animals, brought life into the world, was able to patch up a lot fo team members, taught a dead guy the meaning of life. I did a whole lot better things than what you did. And I am ninty nine percent sure that you didn't even create the travel, only claimed you did after you murdered all of those scientists..../You monster/.
G: That robot will turn against you because you don't give it the proper respect either. A farmer can raise animals just as easily as you do, so there is no accomplishment there. I have created anatomical replacements that work to ease the stimulation of the brain with schizophrenic tendencies, and have multiple lives that I respect from nothing. What you've accomplished is puffing out your chest uselessly when even the cow, Stark, has done better than you.
S: *Suddenly flings symbiotic goo onto both of their mouths.* NOW IS NOT THE TIME! >8C
Q: Or perhaps is the fact that I know the anatomies of all species much more than you and Starkie (I am sorry Starkie ilu* Or perhaps that I can calculate the chemical make up of the fake-ass hair you have on now. Not only that, but I at least took a class on fucking ETHICS and know tha- Oh Hi Sym.
S: *Goes back to nibbling on his cookies.* Robbie... if you please.
19: *She sighs.* Thank you, Sym. Now, I appreciate how the both of you dislike and disagree with each other. However, can you do it in private? While we aren't trying to figure out how to save all the world and ourselves? Parker. What do you need us to do to find a way to find the nullified.
PP: Well. It's like I said, the last time I heard anything about it was when the Fantastic Four had it. I mean, I could /try/ to get in contact with them and get back to you...? *Just ignore the drama, Peter.*
Q: Please.
G: *She waits for the symbiotic mess to crumble away, counting down the seconds, but seeming unphased.*
S: *Holds up a cookie to Parker.* Are they still around?
PP: No idea. Probably. *He takes the cookie, staring at it apprehensively.*
Q: Well this is great...
G: Then we should get to work. And by we, I would hope that meant even Potoos join in this time.
PP: Uh, yeah...
13: What about people who can't science. :T
S: *He smiles and watches in waiting for Parker to enjoy the cookie.* Sym and Bakey and others can go hunting for it maybe? Though Sym wouldn't know where to start.
19: 13, Sym, you can help Mr. Parker in tracking down the Four and where ever they may lead. Maybe find a scent for it? You're good at that, Sym. 13, your training should prepare you to do this and gather the intel to find it.
R: *He looks around nervously* And me?
13: Yes, ma'am. *She nods.*
PP: *He continues to hold the cookie, fiddling with it in his hands.* Yeah, good... That sounds good.
19: 13, would you like to take your husband? *She chuckles and grins.*
13: I can do that, yes.
R: 'w'
S: Yay! Two sniffers are better than one. Though Syms is much more superior. * He giggles and gives Rory a challenging look.*
19: Great. I dub you guys the exploration team.
R: *He grins* You wana go?
S: Lets do this!
R: *Highfives Sym*
S: *Highfives with a cookie*
R: 'w'
19: So that leaves... Miss GLaDOS, Queen... *And me. ... She's made a horrible mistake.*
G: And Vir?
VC: Yes. And me. As well as Miss Robbie.
19: Yes! Yes of course. Vir as well.
G: *She nods and looks around. How did she get roped into this again? Oh well. At least she will learn about something interesting to use for her next tests.*
Q: She's stuck with GLaDOS. Perfect.*
