paixaorpg | Devices and departing. [Completed]

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Devices and departing. [Completed]

Character(s): Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, Ford Prefect, Hayner
Content: Ed arrives in Paixao..
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Monday morning, week duos
Warnings: None

Ed hadn't lost a game of hide-and-seek, thus far. Though Ein was an exceptionally bright pooch, Ed had learned to run. Sometimes their games scretched over miles and miles of distance. Ed might've kept a tracker on Ein....but that had nothing to do with it. Really.

Ed had been wandering for awhile, not really paying attention to her surroundings, but just walking. It was morning, and the weather was fair. It was starting to get warm. Occasionally, Ed would check Ein's location, just to be sure. But Ein had been out of range for awhile now, so Ed wasn't worried. She hadn't noticed her surroundings until she bumped into someone. She looked up at a tall man in a yellow, pinstriped suit with a grey beard. He peered down at her for a moment, and then went back to his buisness. Buisness of standing. In fact, he was standing in a rather large line. And there was a large...thing. It looked like one of the cheap gold Buddha necklaces Ed remembered looking at once. Well, not so much looking at. But it had been on the internet somewhere. It was large. A gate, actually. And there was a booth at the entrance, which is why everyone was standing in line.

Ed walked to the very front of the line, rudely stepping in front of an old man in a wheelchair. "What's this?" Ed inquired. "Paixao," a voice answered. "Name?" the voice from behind the booth asked. Ed paused. "Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV." ".....can you spell that for me?" "No," Ed giggled. What appeared to be a small handheld computer deviced appeared in a box on the counter of the booth. "That's a journal--free. But can you spell your name for me young...sir...?" "FREEEEEEEEE," Ed squealed. She ran off, grasping her new-found devices and pulling various tools out of her belongings. She ran into a nearby building and proceded to take the device apart.

Only a short while later it wasn't a journal...exactly. Needless to say, it was improved. Quite significantly.

She had access to nearly any machine in Paixao that was hooked up with the Paixao network. Ed continued to sit, exploring the capacity of this device, eyes ablaze and machines buzzing.

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Ford had been sitting in the building Ed came bursting into, minding his own business, drinking some tea since beer was not readily available. It hadn't been a good drink on Earth and it still wasn't good and he had no idea why Arthur liked it so much. He watched with mild interest as the skinny red head dissected the electronic journal she had presumably just been given. That mild interest turned to genuine admiration by the time the task was complete. Ford had every intention of altering his journal, mostly to connect it to the Guide's servers (and accounts), but this girl had got right to it and finished with lightning speed. She was either a genius or insane or both. And Ford liked that.

"Oi, kid!" he called out in her direction.

((ooc: Hope you don't mind me jumping in. >3))

Augg! He couldn't stand this place! Hayner through his arms up high into the air in aggravation. What was this place? Paixao. What a stupid name.

Hayner had been in the city for almost 24 hours now. The boy had not moved far from the gate only with the idea that he could somehow run back through it and find his way back to Twilight Town.

Let us just say that was a very unsuccessful plan.

Though, he had seen signs of Olette on the journals... but that was it. How very miserable. There was no one around he knew (well, not nearby. A person who is a mere distance away from Hayner might as well not be there at all) and the people who were around were just plain weird.

Speaking of weird, Hayner turned his aggravated face over to an interesting character who had just made their way through the gate. 'A girl?' Hayner thought as the newcomer danced into the city. He also watched another man do something (as Hayner would deem it) equally weird: he approached her.

The boy looked around. The area was becoming dangerously empty and quiet. Time to get out of here.

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was the fact that he had none of his friends around. Maybe it was because Hayner was just as weird as the girl and the man, but he too approached the two, who seemed engrossed in a journal.

Cautiously, he looked over the girl's shoulder from a small distance. She was really busy with it, as far as the boy could tell. So engrossed, in fact, that he thought the girl might never leave the device. Too weird...

He finally gained the courage (and used a bit of his lingering annoyance and poor mood) to tap the girl on the shoulder. "Are you okay or what?"

"ED IS BUSY," she stated, rather loudly, paying no attention to the other figures in the room. Unless Ed was getting paid, she wasn't about to be distracted by anyone. She was trying to set up a connection between Tomato and the new journal device so she could get better access to the Paixao network. She was also simultaneously reading through various journals and making various mental notes.

She looked up for a moment to ask, "Are there any TVs or power outlets for Ed?"

Ed? Ed? That's a boy's name! What was a girl doing with the name 'Ed' anyway?! And to make matters worse... she was obnoxious. What was Hayner doing here anyway? Who were these people? And Ed didn't have to be so rude either.

Hayner crossed his arms as he looked down at the girl. "Outlets? I dunno. Maybe. What do you need those for?"

She briefly looked up and tilted her head to the side. "A power source. What else would Ed use them for?" she asked the stranger. He clearly had no idea what she was talking about. Not that she expected him too. He appeared young, perhaps her own age, and quite gullible. Ed smiled inwardly.

Ed looked at the other figure in the room, "Does sir know?"

"Outlets eh?" Ford replied and glanced around the room. "There should be one close to the floor on the wall to your right," he said, pointing at a white jack in the wall. "Have you figured out how to connect this thing to other servers then?" he asked, poking at his own journal in front of him that he had been toying with already. He was able to figure out how to do it on his own, but why go to all the effort when this girl seemed to be able to do it already anyway? For all he knew this "Ed" could be the techno guru of Traxamculus XVIII. Not that it really mattered. What he really needed was access to cash and fast, and Ford had a feeling this kid could do it in a snap.

“Of coooooourse! A power source! How stupid of me!” Hayner frowned sarcastically. What was up with this girl? What was she trying to do? Maybe she was just another computer geek like Pence.

And all these computer terms were now overwhelming Hayner. What were they talking about? “Servers? What are you guys trying to do?”

Ford looked at the other kid. He'd hardly even noticed him until now. The boy's eye's weren't blue but he was blonde and therefore reminded Ford just a little to much of the little twit who had greeted him ever so kindly with a rock-to-the-face upon Ford's arrival. His eyes widened a little and one corner of his mouth was attempting to grin while the other tried as hard as it could to stay straight. "Well I don't know about her, but I'm just in it for the money," he said as the facial battle persisted. The effect suggested many things, though none of which were very much like sanity.

Hayner frowned as he looked at the older man while crossing his arms across his chest. What was he grinning at anyway (if that could be considered a grin anyway)? Was Hayner funny? No. Hayner was not funny. If anyone it was this man. If Ed had a weird name and acted funny, this guy looked absolutely ridiculous. Not one pattern he wore matched and he didn't seem to make an attempt to groom that mop of hair atop his head that one would call hair.

"Munny, huh?" The boy asked abjectly. Perhaps this place had odd jobs for him to do as well? Well, the odd jobs were certainly [i]odd[/i] if they were done on the computer. Brown eyes glanced over to the screen once again.

"Money?"

She bolted upright, her goggles slipping on her face.

"Would you like to pay Ed? Ed can do things," she blurted, a wide grin spreading on her face.

"Well, I believe if you help me out, it would be of great financial benefit to the both of us. If you're willing to help me out that is," Ford answered. "The Guide's offices have got more money than they need, and they owe me fifteen years of back-pay, the cheap bas-" He stopped himself, remembering that there were younger ears present, "-jerks. I know my way around their servers, and you seem to know your way around these things like a Dentrassi knows it's way around a kitchen. If you're up for it, I think we can come to some arrangement." He grinned widely at Ed, a little manic at the thought of getting even with his irresponsible employers.

She giggled. "Ed doesn't have access to Earth here. Ed has not found any satellites," she rationalized. "Ed does not have enough equipment," she said while glancing at Tomato and the dismantled journal. She began making airplane noises, for her own amusement, spreading her arms and running circles around the other two figures.

Ford's face fell. No contact to Earth presumably meant no contact to other planets either. And that meant no money. His head flopped down onto the table with a loud thud. "Oh sod it all," he grumbled into the table, "and it was such a good plan too. At least on Earth I could still get money without actually doing anything." He'd have to think of something else. The thought of having to actually perform a lick of work irritated him so badly there was nothing for it but to lift his head off the table and drop it again and grumble into the table some more. "Zarking fardwarks...'

‘What-the-hell’ was clearly plastered on Hayner’s face as he watched Ed zoom around them… like an airplane. Why in all of the worlds would she do that? And Earth, what is Earth? Another world? Well obviously. Hayner made a meticulous effort to not loose his nerve. He barely had any clue of what either was talking about. And what was more aggravating was that these two people in front of them seemed to be amazingly intelligent but they wouldn’t think of the easiest solution!

“Well,” Hayner grumbled, “This obviously isn’t your Earth. So here’s the plan since neither of you could think of it: we get a job. That way we’ll have enough munny to do whatever we need to do, which’ll probably be to get food and a place to stay since I doubt any of us have been here long enough to afford a house or something.”

Ford's head sprung off the table and he stared unblinkingly at Hayner as he rambled. "Job? Listen kid, I've been avoiding doing work since before you were born, and I'm not about to give in now. Besides I'm supposed to be getting paid already but the people supposed to be paying me can't pay me while I'm here. I'll just have to find somebody else to pay me to do the same thing then." He finally looked away to search through his bag for something, finally pulling out a small electronic case very simliar to the journals of Paixao on which he began typing madly.

"Oolon Colluphid, Orion Beta, Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster... no Paixao. Didn't really expect so," Ford said as he closed the book. He examined the cover for a few moments, or more importantly, the words "Don't Panic" that were written on it. He drummed is fingers on the table and pursed his lips, still staring. He had discovered a new place but couldn't submit even the most basic articles due to general primitiveness, aparently, so there was no point in doing it now. There had to still be a way to get paid to go to parties...

Suddenly, a thought struck him and he subsequently struck the table with his hand, "That's it!" he exclaimed, grinning wildly once again. "If you two are new here and so am I there's got to be a demand for some sort of guide to this place right?" he turned to Ed again, "Think you could get this thing," he pointed to the Paixao journal, "to communicate with this thing?" he said and pointed to the Guide. It might not work, but at least he could probably con a free meal or two out of somebody telling them he was writing for it.

Hayner groaned. How difficult was this man going to be?! "Well obviously you won't be paid anytime soon! .... and don't call me 'kid'. The name's Hayner."

For a few moments, the boy gawked as the man pulled out yet another electronic tool before thinking some crud thought along the lines of 'nerd' or 'geek'. He then jumped when the man slammed his hand down on the table. At least until he started laughing.

"You?" he guffawed. "How are you going to guide people if you're new here too! You've never had a job! I think you're the one in need of a guide!"

"Kid Hayner, it's what I do already," Ford retorted, reopening the Guide. He scrolled and clicked his way through a few screens and finally pulled up the entry he was looking for. "You see here? This one was all mine. It's a shame they had to edit it down so much though," he said with seemingly genuine remorse and turned the screen towards Hayner. The display showed an entry about Earth. The entirety of the article read like so:

"Mostly Harmless."

Ed was getting bored. She wandered around the room, muttering "doggie doggie doggie," over and over. Finally, she stopped and stood in front of the...mess of electronics. She pulled out a couple of cables from mid air (or possibly some hidden pockets?) and plugged various things together, finally the outlet, and sat down again. She put her goggles on, grinned madly, and continued her work.

'Kid Hayner'? The boy was finding that he was liking this man less and less. First off, didn't he already tell him to not call him kid? And when someone introduces themselves, your supposed to introduce yourself. Hayner decided that he'd give the man the benefit of the doubt by thinking this man was merely from another galaxy despite how absurd the thought may be.

He leaned over and looked at the glowing screen of the unknown device. He was all but astonished. 'Mostly Harmless?' he read. "Yeah... good job on your part. I'm sure you've helped all kinds of people." Hayner answered dully.

And this girl, Ed, was anything but dull. Who could think it was possible to have so much energy? He couldn't. At least he didn't until today. Was she... mad? Crazy?

"Is that girl okay?" he asked, pointing to the red-head.

"Her?" Ford said, looking over at Ed, "Oh yeah, she's fine. She looks to be about the happiest person I've ever met." He began putting the things he had taken out of his satchel back in it, and a fork and a knife off the table for good measure. "I'm sure it's helped alot of people. They'll read that, think 'oh this planet must be awfully boring,' and then they won't go there. I've done them a tremendous favor, you see."

With that, Ford stood up and slung his satchel over his shoulder, "Well, I've got some research to do, I'll see you around," he said and waved over his shoulder as he wandered out the door. A few seconds later he popped his head back into the doorframe. "Name's Ford Prefect by the way, good to meet you, Not-Kid Hayner and Ed," he said with a grin and another wave before disappearing out the door again.

Hayner still didn’t believe that the man’s “guide” was good at all but he saw that arguing obviously would not help. He didn’t even think this man would follow the rules of arguing in anyway. With an angry pout, he just watched as the man excused himself from their presence and left. ‘Ford, huh?’ Hayner still wasn’t sure whether or not he liked the man… but at least it was someone he knew.

Suddenly, he realized that he was all alone… in a room… with this girl, Ed…. And she was really weird….

“Uh humm….” Hayner began heading for the door nervously. “I think that I’ll… uh.. just leave? Okaythenseeyoubye!” And with that he was gone.

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