Welcome to Ambrosia!

[Roger Smith]

For once since arriving in this bizarre little village, Adam wasn't left entirely speechless with confusion and weirdness that was a little much even for him. Not to say he wasn't left speechless, mind you. It's just now it was with a combination platter of awe, wonder, and outright amazement. He had thought he'd made some nifty little inventions back in his game session, but what he had just seen put most of his own weapons to shame, even improvised as they had been at the time. He'd never really had the resources to make anything beyond the necessities, due mostly in part to his own constant desire to not waste time gathering said resources, but even if he had....well, he wouldn't have been able to come up with half of what he had just seen.

"Man...that's a hell of a selection you got there," the red-clad former god of time finally managed to say, snapping out of his awed daze. "You come up with all of the ideas for those and make 'em all yourself?"

Max merely flashes a knowing smirk, which was hard to pick up on because of the whole beak thing. "Now, that'd be telling, don't you think? Gotta keep some secrets about the manufacturing, now."

"Yeah...guess so." A smarter and possibly more aware person than Adam might have realized it would be easy enough to pick apart the mentioned manufacturing secrets just by studying the physical designs of the items. And that possibly it was a slightly more polite way of telling him to mind his own business. "But, yeah, about trying out some of these..."

It's tough to resist the intense urge to dismantle -- probably very messily -- both the firearms and their respective ammunition just to see what makes them tick, in the most literal sense. As much as he adores wasting time tinkering with anything that offers the potential for excessive noise, flash, death and/or collateral damage, he has the distinct feeling it would just be...rude to go about taking apart the obviously well-made and advanced implements of long-range death-dealing. Or at least distraction-dealing. Snipe-distracting? Distract-sniping? ....he'd need to make up a word for that later.

He was also reminded that he needed to look into getting his sylladex up and running again....maybe all the fancy gadgets and gizmos from his SBURB session, too...once he got a place to keep them stowed. They could help him come up with all kinds of shiny new things that would probably get him in more trouble than anything else. He didn't want a repeat of his rogue spider-walker incident....he had the distinct feeling Rhys was still a little steamed at him about that one.

It seems like it's only a few minutes of excited activity on Adam's part, but for once in his complicated young life, he loses track of how much actual time passed, and is soon cradling one arm in the other, the resting appendage feeling like it was one massive bruise after he'd tried to fire a gatling gun one-handed. The fact he'd even been able to lift it at all with one hand was remarkable enough, but now he just felt silly. The fact Max and Delilah weren't laughing at his predicament only served to prove they were either much better people than Adam was, or they were just waiting to laugh about it later.

But soon enough, the red-clad youth was having a much more intricate discussion with the pair of penguins after taking a hand at most of the weapons on display. "...gotta say, that's a really interesting way of working out that whole time slowing concept. Normally something like that'd take a whole lot more power, but working it out to those specifications....yeah, that's kind of genius. Without an external source of temporal interference or something, it'd normally be pretty weak...I'm impressed."

"Can't say it was easy to get worked out and operational, but the end result was worth it, I guess," Max says simply, his light shrug failing to completely hide the pride etched across his beak.

Further conversation is interrupted by a new arrival. "Excuse me?" The voice drifted down clearly enough, grabbing the attention of all three occupants of the underground room. "I'm looking for...Adam Gaite?"

Adam hesitated for only a moment, head tilting slowly to one side as a thousand and one different things went through his head. The fact that someone was looking for him by name was a little unsettling, but given the relative strangeness he'd seen so far it was...easy enough to come up with some kind of reason. "Yeah. That'd be me." He floated forward toward the cat man as he spoke up, flexing his sore arm to try and alleviate the steadily-increasing stiffness. "Whatcha need?"

"Ah, yes, hello!" The cat man nodded his head at Adam. "Princess Guu wished to let you know that she apologizes for not being able to meet you in person tonight, but she will do so tomorrow, and asked that in the meantime I lead you to a vacant home you are welcome to stay in."

Adam merely tilted his head back in surprise, a sharp glare conveniently catching on his glasses hiding the dumbfounded, wide-eyed stare that split his face. The name Guu rung a bell, and given his current surroundings it wasn't hard to hazard a guess as to where from: the Dataverse, yet again. That she was apparently a princess was something that he felt should have been much more surprising than it was, but surprise and disbelief were rapidly losing their punch on him. More bizarre, though, was that Guu had been able to discern his location to send a messenger to meet him.

"....is everything...alright?" The cat man spoke up again, looking absolutely baffled by Adam's reaction.

"Oh, uh...yeah. Everything's fine. That's just about the third shocking chunk of information I've had hit me in the face in the past couple hours. Kinda reeling from everything."

"Well...alright then."

Adam turned back to the pair of penguins, lifting his sore arm in a brief wave, wincing at the discomfort it caused. "Well, I'll be seein' you guys around at some point. I'll definitely be back by when you get this place open for business." Turning back to the cat man, Adam merely gestured back toward the outside with a nod of his head. "Lead the way."