#shadowyscientist

By this point, the warped, almost twisted, foggy reality of the TV World was becoming... normal to him. Repeated trips into this space had allowed him to function a little better, moving around, avoiding enemies with his detection abilities, and locating points of interest to explore. Despite everything that had happened, he knew taking a party to escort him would only increase the danger...

Better to move fast and get out before any fighting had to happen, if possible. Getting into this particular structure of interest would prove more challenging, however... it looked like a military or government facility of some kind. There was certainly no counterpart to it in in the Inaba area, to his knowledge; this was a creation of somebody's psyche.

Which meant, of course, alongside the rather strong reading he was getting from the depths of the 'secret base', that this was the sort of place he'd been looking for all day. Oh boy.

Slipping past 'patrols' of 'guards' and 'machines' wasn't much trouble at this point, and much more convenient than having to stop and fight them. It meant, however, that when he got past them, he was basically surrounded, and his only choice was to press ahead and try to find...

Gulp.

That was all the reaction that could come out of the petrified sleuth. Although two of the chicken bentos came out perfect, the. . .last one for Kage. . .that was. . .difficult to make. Her grey optics tried their best not to openly stare at the 'chicken bento' she prepared for Kage. . .the poor creature. "I. . .can't believe I've performed animal cruelty to this. . .chicken. Please forgive me, chicken. . .thank goodness Teddie isn't here to witness it. Otherwise he may as well be afraid of me for the crime I've committed. Uh. . .I certainly hope he enjoys it." The chicken was prepared according to his desires: de-feathered and its beak was clamped to avoid its squawking to interrupt their picnic. She rather not talk about the trouble she went to but at least this might make the three of them happy, especially Noir. Patiently awaiting in the secret base, the Fortune gazed at the rest of the bentos while thinking about something.

"Now for the guests to arrive. . ." At least the chicken didn't make any movements since it was horribly treated and the seafood wasn't giving any problems either. Yet. . .her face didn't give any stare to the chicken. I may not. . .be able to eat chicken again for a long time. . .roughly around a month. . .

(Inbox is a cat I think)