Devices and departing. [Completed]

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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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‘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.”

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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.