One Marco On The Rocks [Active]

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Character(s): Marco, Jake, open
Content: Marco at the gates of Vanaheim, wary of Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim and maybe a little bit inside, we'll see
Time: Week 29, Dawnish
Warnings: Nada. 

Marco rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, rolling over in his bed. Or, at least, what he thought was his bed. When his side encountered a rather sharp rock, Marco came awake all at once, his body tensing and everything coming back to him quickly.

He'd just returned from throwing chimpanzee dung at a bunch of Yeerk-Controllers, which'd caused him to have interesting and weird dreams. Morphing into a physically talking animal. Doing a little dance in amongst a forest of trees made of jewels. The Ellimist, all-powerful great Being, and also off his rocker, telling him to redeem an Animorph card for three hundred coupons. Though, looking up at a towering structure stuck between two large trees, he'd never seen anything this weird. Not even the Tinkertoy structures of the Iskoort's homeworld had structures this...huge.

Oh, and somebody was asking for his name. Wary, Marco rolled to his feet and took stock of the situation. Alone, none of the other Animorphs were anywhere to be seen, not even Ax. Which, considering Ax had been right beside him, and they'd both know if he'd moved...had the Ellimist made him play a game alone? Dreaming of the Ellimist...

Asking for his name again. If this was an Ellimist game, it wouldn't be wise to lie. Any moment now, time would freeze. Any moment now...

Asking for his name again. "Marco," Marco finally said. The guard handed him a tablet.

Opening it up, Marco saw a screen, and a keyboard. A computer, then? Strange. He could explore it later. Holding it under his hand, he looked into the gate. It was all very empty. Dream or Ellimist game...time to go.

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Whoa, augh, so that clearly explained the smells as he stood just a few feet away from Marco. The first cluster of words got Jake thinking that Marco had been in a middle of a mission. Still, that was a really bizarre statement he just heard. For a moment all he could do was stare. Slaughterhouse? Chimpanzee poop? What sort of terrible thing has Visser Three been up to?

There was skepticism, in which was reasonable. For as long as he's known Marco, he had the suspicion of Marco thinking that Jake wasn't really Jake.

"...I probably don't want to know what exactly went down," he started to say, "but I take it's been another insane day out with the Yeerks."

Before he could ask his questions about the others, he felt he owed his friend an explanation of where they were, as well as to how Jake got here. There was no way of knowing if time flowed the same way it did back home though. He could have been away longer back there.

"'They' are the people who live in this city, called Paixao. There are a lot of blonde haired men, women, and children who are dressed from an earlier century. Like the time in which Shakespeare was alive. I don't know why they call this lunacy home, but they do."

Perhaps Marco might have now noticed the skinny blonde guy somewhere behind Jake. He by now must have been going about his business or whatever, wearing an elegant copper colored vest and pants that M.C. Hammer would like to dance around in. Jake running by only registered his presence for maybe two seconds. Like all the other pompous snobs, he wasn't all that concerned about that pedestrian.

From here on out, he had slipped into seriousness. "The rest are outsiders from other worlds and time lines. Some of them you wouldn't believe if I told you... It's overall this gigantic, bizarre nexus. At first I thought this was another of those Sario Rips, but it's so much bigger than that. And every day, more humans and other sentient races show up. Can't be entirely sure if the Yeerks are in this world or not."

He paused for just a second to back up and add, "This isn't an Ellimist trick. I've been stranded here for a few weeks now, and I haven't seen him. It's likely that he would have shown up sooner... This is where I've been all this time since I never made it on the bus that morning." He took in a quiet breath and gradually let it out. "Paixao is very, very complicated. There are bad guys of a different sort here that many don't know a lot about, but I don't know for sure if there are any Yeerks around, but I wouldn't put it past them if there were, and got involved into this sickening stuff, such kidnapping others and doing experimentation on them.

"I've found a way to tell for sure if there are any Controllers present, and find out know as much as there is to know about these other creeps. There is a small group people I've kept in touch with on these journal things to talk to in person about that, but a few have had their hands full lately." It's been at least a week, and he still hasn't heard back from that Sora kid. His friend Riku hadn't communicated to him either. He was hoping to wait a little longer, but Marco's arrival had changed that. Perhaps having just the man known as Cid around would be enough. If time wasn't already running out on their Earth, it definitely was now.

"And man I hate to say it, but it's probably going to be a while before we can go home." Just after explaining all this, Jake was silent. The pressure and empathy for those who were still left behind was trying to bear down on him again, but he wasn't going to have another guilt trip. Because that would slow him down upon determination to find the floor that would let them escape this messed up castle.