| A Returning Wanderer | ||
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| Summary: Skeeve once again arrives at the Usual Restaurant... But what he said last time has been bothering Serenity    |
The mottled mollusc meanders off the dance floor as techno gives way to tango, though Serenity still sneaks in several simulated 'steps' with imaginary feet flaring the trailing edges of the fins. Ren ripples out of even vaguely mimicking human form (with inward pinches at neck and waist level) and instead maintains a more natural shape while flowing along. Rayne, if she is paying attention, gets a wave of a 'wing', but Ren actually aims first for Skeeve. "Pardon me..." Ren rasps amiably to him. Skeeve, about halfway towards the bar, tips his hat to Rayne politely. "Miss." He may or may not have been planning on saying anything else - but we'll never know. He's a little taken aback by Serenity approaching him - he's still not entirely certain what to make of the being in its roughly humanoid-shaped forcefield. "Not at all... what can I do for you?" Rayne waves to Ren without even looking up... Then glances up as Skeeve greets her. ".....Mister?" she responds before biting off half of a taquito. She watches Serenity's interation with the unknown, at least to her, man, with mild interest. Serenity pauses near Skeeve, adjusting height to match his. "Skeeve, yes?" offers with either informality or selective memory, and regards him inquisitively. "You did suggest that you had been to Twisted City before, or at least its location," Ren mentions, motioning to him with a pair of fin edges. "But it later occurred to me that perhaps you were not, as I assumed, travelling from Neo Edo. I had to ask if that was the case." Skeeve nods lightly at that, still not entirely certain where this is going. "Yeah, that's me." He's quiet for a moment as the... ...Ren, for lack of a better word, asks his question. "No, I'm not from Neo-Edo. To be honest, I'd never heard of Neo-Edo before last night." He glances over at Rayne for a moment, who seems to be watching with interest. No help there. Turning his attention back to Ren, he asks, "Why do you ask?" Rayne says, "So.... An old resident, then.... Interesting." She closes her laptop and pops the second half of the taquito into her mouth. "So.... you've been in the wasteland this whole time, or...." Serenity gestures toward Rayne with her supposition. "Yes, that 'or' caught my imagination," Ren explains. "If you happened to know a reliable way -or even an unreliable way-, many thousands of residents would be keenly interested in any ability to escape from this world to return to their own." Ren adds, "As it is, many residents do not come from worlds connected by stable portals at the TASK building. I am one of those residents." Skeeve shakes his head a little bit at that. "No, not really a resident of the wasteland, either. I'm something of a..." He pauses to consider his phrasing for a moment. "...traveler. There was a particular portal, along the Twisted Road, that I was looking for, but it appears to have vanished." He shrugs a little bit. "I'm afraid I can't really suggest any kind of way out of here. Like you say, most of the links to other realms along this road are notoriously unreliable." Rayne tilts her head. "Portals... on the road? The portals are all at TASK Headquarters. Take the stairs on the outside and you'll see them on the way up. I've.... never seen any portals on the street itself... well, none that weren't extremely temporary, at least." She does frown at the lack of any hopeful news, though. Serenity also frowns at the news. "Rayne and I have come across a few people who arrived by deliberately-created portals, though haven't yet heard of a reliable way of returning." Ren offers Skeeve a slightly damp pat on the arm with a pair of right fin edges. "Still, if you are familiar with portals between universes, perhaps you could speak at some point with a magic-user who is looking for information on them." Skeeve hmms a little bit, glancing down at the wet spot on his cloak. At least it's not dry-clean only. "Well, if they're all in TASK headquarters now, that'd explain where it went. Shame, really." He sighs, shakes his head, then looks over at Rayne. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name's Skeeve, Skeeve Plowse. It's nice to meet you." Rayne shakes her head. "Not in. Around. Sort of. Rayne Hurris, TASK Second in command." She finishes off the last of her taquitos. "Well, you two keep up this line of conversation. Reptile said he wanted to talk to me about something after my break, so I'd better go see what he wants.... Sorry to greet and run, Skeeve, but...." She pauses a moment. "Plowse... I've heard that name before somewhere, but I can't place it... Um, at any rate, I really need to head back to...." She sighs, deflating slightly. "Reports and meetings. Later, folks." She scoots out from her seat and stands up, taking her laptop in hand before saying something into her communicator... and vanishing from sight via transporter. | |
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