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Chase Stein (backtalking) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-05-18 20:54:00

Entry tags:

chase stein, sky tate

Who: Chase Stein & open
Where: downtown.
When: evening
What: Something causes the Yorkes' time machine to break; Chase fails to leave L.A. :(
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG

"Temporal coordinates locked in," Chase called out to no one in particular; it made him feel like he was in a movie, part of Kirk's crew or something, and not just a dork in a tin can talking to himself.

(Truth be told, it was a distraction, too. A movie, that's all this was. A movie, and he wasn't leaving behind a past version of his girlfriend to her death sentence in two years. A movie, so he had to obey Vic's crummy Butterfly Effect.)

"Flux capacitor online," he added in a murmur, hand on the dial. "Three ... two ... annnd lift-off--"

No dramatic vroop-vroop, no sparks as he hit 88 MPH. Just a shudder, a low-level vibration, and -- ERROR?

Chase stared at the display as the Yorkes' time machine whirred to a standstill. The hell? He'd read the damn manual and everything, he knew how this thing worked -- he didn't even have to program in any coordinates, just set it for a return trip and allow it to automatically make its temporal adjustments and all that technobabble bullshit and why was it giving him an error?

Maybe it was just the computer. Maybe it had worked and he was totally in New York in 1907, but the sensors had screwed up, or -- or something. (Shit.) Okay, he would open the door and check. It would screw up his dramatic entrance, but he could probably still say come with me if you want to live at some point, so it was all cool.

--or not. Because, outside the rising door? Downtown Los Angeles.

Definitely not in 1907.

"Ugh, you piece of crap -- you barely made it twenty miles and it's the same freakin' year! Did my parents design you?"

Frustrated, he kicked at the side of the control unit.

The display -- and every other piece of lit-up equipment on-board -- shut off.

"...shit."

At least he was (mostly) tucked into an alley. And the Avengers weren't bearing down on him. Yet.

...yeah, no, this was not his best day ever.

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spdemergency
2009-05-18 10:23 pm UTC (link)

The sound had caught Sky's attention. He'd actually decided to roam the streets of Los Angeles and get to know his new home for the time being. After multiple arguments and reassurances from and with Jack, Sky was beginning to settle in. He'd still been a hermit, and he'd managed to venture out of the room, but he was still relatively... Confused by this city.

The thought of killing sentient beings made him feel sick. They should be putting them in cells and arresting them. Jack assured him, though, these weren't extraterrestrials, but demonic entities bent on destruction. The fate of the world and good versus evil and all sorts of urban fantasy bullshit. Sky was willing to give Jack the benefit of the doubt. If only because this was his Jack and it wasn't some Joe Schmoe who he couldn't trust. Though, to be fair, he only trusted Jack as far as he could throw him.

Maybe Sky was still a little bitter about the red morpher thing.

But back to the whirring. As he walked along, he heard the whirring and drifted into the alley. Wearing street clothes, which was a rare occurrence, but SPD uniforms were a little hard to come by around here, and so Sky was wearing civvies. He hadn't expected to find a... What the hell was that?

Then there was a strange boy. Lots of shouting. At least he was only damaging personal property. Otherwise, Sky might have to say something. Instead, Sky said, "Uh, you okay, kid?"

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backtalking
2009-05-19 06:51 am UTC (link)

Chase groaned at the sound of the voice. Great, a nosy passer-by. How was he going to explain this? This was L.A.; they didn't have superheroes (except Wonder Man, and he didn't count). Maybe he could say they were shooting a movie.

But then he heard the kid and he clenched his left fist -- the only one currently wearing a Fistigon. He resisted the urge to activate it just yet.

"No, I'm awesome." He stood to peer out of the machine, non-gloved-hand on the edge of the doorway, and squinted at Sky. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Undercover cop? I haven't done anything."

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spdemergency
2009-05-19 09:12 pm UTC (link)

"More like off-duty," he replied with a quirked brow and a frown. He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the craft curiously. It was kind of an eyesore. Also, way too advanced for this time period. "Sky Tate," he said after a moment glancing back at Chase. "You?"

Sky brought his attention back to the craft and walked a bit closer and tried to inspect it without being too grabby. Didn't want to piss off the man with strange technology. For all he knew, he had a phaser tucked away somewhere. "What is this?" Usually when people drop from the sky (figuratively), and they had a sketchy mechanical ride, it usually meant bad things. End of the world or monster type things.

It was a good thing Sky had his morpher on the inside of his pocket. But that was neither here nor there.

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backtalking
2009-05-21 05:27 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well, first wrong answer." Chase raised his Fistigon slightly, in warning. (Of course, he wouldn't actually use it on the guy. Unless he turned out to be a Skrull or something. But he didn't know that.) "Cop is still cop."

He remained silent for a moment, glaring at Sky. And trying to come up with an awesome fake name. "...John," he settled on. "John Connor."

That totally worked.

"--heyyy, keep your distance, pal. You get too close, BOOM, automatic defenses, like, fry your ass to freakin' Jupiter." He was lying again, of course, and at least Sky wasn't touching the ship; but Chase still jumped to the ground to keep a better eye on him. "It's, uh ... a science project."

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spdemergency
2009-05-21 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Sky wore a very annoyed expression. "Put the glove away, kid," he replied with a frown and an overall unimpressed quirk of the brow. So, in addition to having a ship that was decades ahead of time, the kid also had a weapon of some sort. Perhaps a child genius? Well, Sky would have entertained the thought further if he hadn't just been insulted with the John Connor reference.

Suddenly, his annoyed expression shifted into disgust. Either the kid was horribly stupid and not that bright and believed that would actually work, or he thought that Sky was just that dumb to fall for it. He wasn't sure which was worse. "Clearly, not a mechanism of your making." He paused. "John Connor? Really?"

"You are so not the one who designed and created this thing," he said, glancing back at the vessel. Normally, he'd be a little bit worried, but his SPD training would keep him on his toes, his morpher was still in his pocket, and he had the handy ability to generate force fields. So, for now, he wouldn't worry too much about this "John Connor" attacking him.

Yet.

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