Who: Scott Free, Thor/Donald Blake, Open What: Following a strange anomaly in the Source, Scott runs into someone of his kind... sort of. Where: NYC, NY When: Monday, July 29th Rating: PG
Scott had decided that he loved bagels this week. Actually, he was pretty sure he was going to love bagels for the rest of his long life, but he'd only just discovered all the versatility of bagels this week and thus it counted as the week in which his bagel-love was born. Last week he had brought home a dozen different flavors of bagels along with half a dozen different cream cheeses and spreads and had spent the better part of Saturday trying every combination he could come up with. It was a Saturday well spent in his mind.
It was with the goal of replicating Saturday's success (and trying something heavenly called a bagel sandwich) that Scott had trekked across the city in search of the perfect bagel. Just as he reached the door, a soft triplicate ping came from beneath the right sleeve of his shirt, and Scott stopped in his tracked, looking down the street. "Huh...?" He asked no one in particular before leaping back to keep from getting run over as a few bagel shop customers came out without bothering to look if anyone was at the door or not.
Bagels, however, had been forgotten and Scott turned to his right and started down the street again, stuffing his hands in his pockets and keeping an eye open. "I think you're malfunctioning." He told the pinging box on hidden under his shirt, though to many it looked as though was speaking to himself or via some kind of Bluetooth- both of which were normal occurrences in New York. "There's no one here. We're not going to--" He started to argue but stopped, his attention refocusing on a figure at the end of the street. "Huh."
If a machine could sound smug, that was the tone with which Mother Box began to ping.