Orient Express NPC Journal (express_npcs) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-20 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~znpc: mouse |
The Destruction of the Orient Express
Characters: Mouse. Open to All
When: Wednesday, November 21
Location: Point Placid beach
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: The cavalry arrives
Status: OPEN (Lol. Seriously. Reactions, if you want to post them. Fire away)
Mouse had never actually ridden on any of the Mobius' extensive fleet. He didn't even actually work for the company, but Bridget and he went wayback, and she hadn't had a problem breaking company policy once they cut the rescue funding. It had been a challenge and a half, and he had to admit the Narnia thing was just ... really good speculation on his part. It had all been under the radar of the Mobius corporates, but it had worked. And now here they were. When the sleek blue and silver Mobius shifted realities to Point Placid (he wasn't exactly sure why they'd had to detour the way they had, but he wasn't the genius driving this thing), he peered out curiously. He could see the Orient just a little bit ahead of them, and once the doors were opened, he was hopping out onto the warm sand. He was joined by a few others, and once they were set they moved to the rogue train. It didn't look like much now. It was big, sure. Bigger than any of the others in the fleet, but it looked old. Worn out. Defeated was the word that sprang to mind, and he rolled his shoulders before he cracked his knuckles. Behind him, he was aware of the public relations team doing their thing. Which was funny because their 'thing' was unprecedented -- they'd never had to rescue kidnap victims from a train before. He hoped it didn't happen again, either. But they'd get everyone back home (well, everyone who wanted to go, anyway. That was the plan) and then he guessed they'd answer some questions. Him? He was mostly interested in finding the bug in the Orient and isolating it to study it so they could keep it from happening again. Sure, he didn't work for the company officially, but for this project he'd been hired on as a freelance something or other. He'd forgotten the title they'd saddled him with, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was he got to see this train that had been a thorn in their paw for the past couple of months. Mouse stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched the tech team start to banish the cars back to the home reality until only the front car remained. The caboose had given them a little issue, and Mouse wasn't so sure that one had actually landed at home, but he guessed they'd see when they got back. Once he got the all clear from the head tech, he climbed into the front compartment of the train. The door that had given the passengers so much of an issue was removed readily enough -- they'd never had a chance without the right tools and the odds of them ever getting them were slim to none. So it was no surprise at all they hadn't managed to pierce it. Stepping into the train's innards, he looked around and shook his head slightly. What a fricken mess this was. As the techs started in on their analysis, Mouse moved to one of the terminals to see if he could determine the issue. The virus that Bridget had unleashed would have damaged some of the components, but it was easy enough to disable a virus when you knew how. "You think we'll ever actually figure this out?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. "No," one of the techs replied honestly. "I mean, maybe. But something like this ... I'm not sure. Be nice though. We could safeguard against it happening again. It's some glitch in the system, somewhere. Gotta be a bug." Mouse grunted slightly, unsure it was going to be that simple. But they weren't paying him to consider things like that, so he didn't think too much about it. He simply tapped away at the keyboard, reading the messages that cropped up, searching through the logs and databases. He found more than a few anomalies compared to the regular programming and he had to think the techs were right. If this was a single-item incident, digging out the core bug after the train had been rogue for almost a year was going to be next to impossible. Still, he had time. He had lots of time. With a contented grin, Mouse began to shut the train's systems down so they could transport it back home without a fight. He could work on it more easily there, and he'd have access to the things he needed. Once he had the Orient closed down and the techs had finished doing what they had to do, they all made their way out of the engine of the Orient. The lead tech banished the last trace of the rogue train from Point Placid, and Mouse looked over to the other train and the people gathered near it. He was willing to bet they had some damn interesting stories, and he was curious if anyone would share theirs. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he ambled over toward them, curious to overhear their conversations. |