02-19-2015, 04:58 AM
After several more minutes of sitting there, no brilliant ideas had come to him yet. In fact, the only idea that had really come to him that it would be really nice if he had his laptop with him. And after several minutes of intense fuming over not having it...something suddenly thunked him -- rather heavily, actually -- on the head, eliciting a rather loud "AGCH!" from him, and a sharp bout of flailing about, tossing whatever was now on his head up into the air.
Turning his eyes upward, he was met with the sight of his beloved laptop come tumbling back down toward him. And with a mad scramble, he managed to grab the thing without letting it hit the ground. Slowly he held it out at arms' length, staring at it in a mixture of relief, accusation, and, perhaps most of all, simple confusion. What the heck? Had he had the thing in his captchalogue deck or something? But...even then it wouldn't have appeared above his head!
Unless maybe the damn thing was on the fritz again...
On a sudden impulse, he tried to pull up his sylladex and captchalogue cards, earning a whole lot of nothing for his effort. His mood immediately went even further south, and he let out a string of language which would have been quite profound for someone his age, were it not for the rather high-pitched, squaling voice it was screamed in. The poor young man's voice had not yet decided on what its final pitch was going to be, and he already tended to rise higher in pitch as he shouted or got loud in general, ever since he had been only ten years of age.
He calmed down soon enough, mostly by simple virtue of eventually running out of air to continue ranting and cursing. Catching his breath, he finally set his laptop down, and booted the thing up, pulling up the holographic interface. Within moments he had his usual setup running, though he was disappointed all over again when Pesterchum showed none of his friends online. He did manage to resist devolving into another pointless screeching fit this time, though.
Dismissing Pesterchum for now, he went about poking around what passed for the internet in this place to see if he could find out anything. He wasn't even going to question how there was an internet connection in the first place. Whenever First Guardians were involved, the laws of physics, and common sense for that matter, went right out the window. But as soon as he had attained internet access, his mood immediately became much more stable, and his mind was free to wander aimlessly, as it was prone to do anyway.
Turning his eyes upward, he was met with the sight of his beloved laptop come tumbling back down toward him. And with a mad scramble, he managed to grab the thing without letting it hit the ground. Slowly he held it out at arms' length, staring at it in a mixture of relief, accusation, and, perhaps most of all, simple confusion. What the heck? Had he had the thing in his captchalogue deck or something? But...even then it wouldn't have appeared above his head!
Unless maybe the damn thing was on the fritz again...
On a sudden impulse, he tried to pull up his sylladex and captchalogue cards, earning a whole lot of nothing for his effort. His mood immediately went even further south, and he let out a string of language which would have been quite profound for someone his age, were it not for the rather high-pitched, squaling voice it was screamed in. The poor young man's voice had not yet decided on what its final pitch was going to be, and he already tended to rise higher in pitch as he shouted or got loud in general, ever since he had been only ten years of age.
He calmed down soon enough, mostly by simple virtue of eventually running out of air to continue ranting and cursing. Catching his breath, he finally set his laptop down, and booted the thing up, pulling up the holographic interface. Within moments he had his usual setup running, though he was disappointed all over again when Pesterchum showed none of his friends online. He did manage to resist devolving into another pointless screeching fit this time, though.
Dismissing Pesterchum for now, he went about poking around what passed for the internet in this place to see if he could find out anything. He wasn't even going to question how there was an internet connection in the first place. Whenever First Guardians were involved, the laws of physics, and common sense for that matter, went right out the window. But as soon as he had attained internet access, his mood immediately became much more stable, and his mind was free to wander aimlessly, as it was prone to do anyway.
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