Nun nun nun nun nun, Beast Boy! [Active]

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Character(s): Beast Boy, Kronk, Carbuncle, whoever else pops up.
Content: Beast Boy has decided to hang out around the gate he was sent through, looking around and wondering 'wtf.'
Setting: Nearby Joutenheim inner gate area after being admitted.
Time: Late afternoon close to dusk, week2
Warnings: None yet, except for green shapeshifters.

'So... I'm green...' Beast Boy thought, observing people walk by. He had his chin in his fist, and was swinging one of his legs back and forth while his elbow rested on the opposing knee. He quirked a brow as he watched another blonde blue-eyed roam by, zombie-like as ever. Theory one; they were all clones of one another. Theory two; they were all androids. Yes, creepy androids... Theory three; ... ZOMBIES. LOTS OF ZOMBIES. Theory four; zombie-clone-androids. He crinkled his nose a little, sticking out his bottom lip in a sort of pouty scowl. What the hell was up with this damn place? He shook his head a little, before shifting off his station on a rock--rather shiny one at that, which was hurting his butt--and shifted into a flying squirrel. He hopped up off the ground, with a much-much smaller version of his journal dangling from his neck on the strap he asked for, and he seemed satisfied when he landed on the rock that his theory about the place was correct. It would adjust to his animal forms just as everything else did.

So with that, he jumped off the rock and up towards a tree, scampering along it before gliding to another, lower one. He didn't like these trees, they were rather fake, and he seemed to be the only 'animal' in sight. And in scent distance, as he only smelled weird animal-like smells and he wasn't too sure about them. So he hopped along his branch, calmly making his merry green way over it and to a fence outside a building. Perhaps he could see someone he knew if he kept roaming around... but maybe not too far from the gate, he didn't like the idea of losing where it was... As he had yet to figure out this weird journal thing... Which reminded him of Cyborg, so he made sure to get one that was colored similarly to Cyborg.

So, he just sat there, as a squirrel. He would likely turn himself into something that could actually fly soon enough, just to get a good look around the place. He would enjoy that very much, if he could keep an eye on the ground below him. But, for now, he was just cute.

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Kronk leaned over to get a look at what Beast Boy was doing, leaning against the fence as he watched the screen. He hadn't yet taken the time to figure out how the little box worked, but apparently his new friend was familiar with that sort of thing. Kronk reached down to his waistband, where he had clipped the journal he'd been given. His hadn't been given a neck strap with his own journal, but it wasn't a bad idea... It looked like it came in handy.

And, since the journals apparently had a map of the city in them, he decided that he would probably have to learn how to use the things before too much longer... They couldn't be that hard to figure out...

"All right there..." he said, peering down at the tiny screen. "None of this looks the least bit familiar to me... Doesn't seem logical for Yzma to have a trapdoor leading to an entirely different country, but then, I wasn't sure how we got back to her secret... er... not-so-secret laboratory before Kuzco did... That one didn't make much sense either..." He apparently wasn't aware he was rambling on again, but he snapped out of it after a moment, "So... I take it we're here?" he asked, pointing to a blinking dot. "Any idea where we need to go from here?"

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Beast Boy seemed quite familiar with technology; his best friend was technology, and he played video games constantly. So he had to be. Typing a bit more, he figured how to zoom out further from the blinking dot. "Yeah, we're here..." he tapped the screen with a grey gloved finger, one of his ears twitching a little. He peered at other points on the map, looking considerate.

"There's a cafe... and a hotel..." he examined the map a bit more, before his brows wiggled a bit and he pointed at Villas Salonas. "This seems to be a neighborhood of places for rent." He was cross-looking at the pamplets that he'd tucked into his journal when he shut it, examining it thoughtfully. "There's a grocery store..."

He seemed to have things pretty well figured out, with the help of of the pamplets and map.