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Dan Dreiberg aka Night Owl II ([info]niteowlish) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-14 20:46:00

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Entry tags:!shelved, dan dreiberg, day 19, location: forest, ted logan

Day 19, Arrival Thread
Who: Dan Dreiberg and Ted Logan
What: Arrival Thread
Where: In the Forest, near the Church
When: Day 19, Early Morning
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

It took Dan Dreiberg a moment to surface from the darkness he found himself in. Though he was vaguely aware that he was on his back and the quietness of his garage had been replaced with a soft rustling sound, he hadn't yet registered these facts to be out of the ordinary. It was only after he heard the sound of a bird's call - one he automatically classified and filed away as Cyanocitta cristata - that he opened his eyes and looked at the world around him. The canopy of tree leaves overhead, moving softly in the breeze, shocked him. He sat up quickly, moving faster than might be expected of a man his size, and pushed himself to his feet.

He'd been in his garage what seemed only minutes ago, fine-turning Archie and getting him ready for patrolling later in the evening. He'd heard the sound of the front door signaling the arrival of Laurie's mother and had simply been finishing up on a few things to give them some time alone before making his way up the stairs. He had no idea how he'd gotten here or how much time had passed since then. A quick glance at the skyline confirmed the feeling in his gut that he wasn't in Central Park. Dan slipped off his glasses, retrieving a clean cloth from his pocket to clean them as he tried to piece together the missing time. He frowned in concentration as he tried to determine if Laurie and her mother were alright. He put back on his glasses and blinked, catching sight of a small box in front of him. He bent down to pick it up, mouthing the words engraved on it's top out loud. "Vas Captio?"

His mind reached back decades to forgotten Latin lessons and tried to piece together the meaning. Dan's frown deepened. Glass prison? That couldn't be right, could it? His feeling of unease increased as he looked around the forest floor for additional clues. His sight froze on a blue jean clad leg sticking out from behind a tree a few feet away. He took in his surroundings once more before moving cautiously forward. The rest of the body came into view and he stopped again at the sight of the young man lying face down on the ground. Not because he wasn't moving, Dan had seen his share of unmoving bodies - a lot of them gang members he'd made that way. He'd stopped because off the huge smiley face looking up at him from the back of the man's jacket. The only thing missing was the bit of human bean juice at the upper left corner.

The Comedian's death and everything that had followed suddenly on his mind, Dan forced himself forward. He didn't see any blood or injuries and there were no weapons within reach unless they were under the body. He nudged the body with his foot, ready to defend himself if this was a trap. "Hey," he said, his voice sounding slightly nervous. He cleared his throat, removing that sign of weakness from it. "Hey," he said a little louder. "You alive?"


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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-15 05:55 am UTC (link)
Ted "Theodore" Logan swore that things were going well. He and his best friend, Bill, had been visited by Future Thems. They were going to help Wyld Stallyns get the kickstart that they needed! Most triumphant of them! Except the more that Ted spent time with Future Bill and Ted, the more that he got a little worried. The Future Them's weren't very nice at all!

In fact, the last thing that Ted really remembered was that his other self was kind of a douche. It was particularly douche-y of him, and the Other Bill, to push Ted and the real Bill off of a cliff! That was what happened, right? Why would they do that?

Now he was face down on the ground, and groaning at the nudge. "Don't be a dick, Bill." Of course it was Bill nudging him. Who else would it be? He flipped around slowly onto his back. Crap, it hurt! Squinting his eyes shut, Ted stayed there for a minute or three. "A different number. Think of a different number." He repeated to himself. That way the Wyld Stallyn boys could go back in time with the phone booth and let the Past Thems that the Future-Future Thems were non-triumphant.

"Dude?" Asked after a second, "What's up with your voice?" One eye opened, then the other. And Ted sat up quickly. "Whoa!" That most certainly was not his friend!

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-15 06:20 am UTC (link)
The man on the ground gave a loud groan. Clearly he was not dead. He also, apparently hadn't been conscious until now. Still, Dan moved backwards as he rolled over, giving him plenty of space and watching him as he squeezed his eyes shut. What he was saying didn't make any sense to the older man.

"There's nothing wrong with my voice," Dan said, sounding slightly offended as the other man sat up. Oh right, he thought he was this Bill person. "Who are you?" Dan asked, taking the lead on asking the questions. "Do you know where we're at?"

He spotted a box identical to the one in his hands beside the other man. Had he been abducted too. "What's going on here?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-15 06:34 am UTC (link)
He stood up then, eyeballing the dude for a moment or two. Then, in spite of the fact that Dan was speaking English as clear as day, Ted gripped the edge of his vest and motioned to himself with the other hand, speaking a little more slowly and little louder. The way that people did when someone didn't understand a language. "I. Am Ted "Theodore" Logan. My most excellent friend whose whereabouts are totally unknown is Bill S. Preston, Esquire. Together...we are..Wyld Stallyns!"

It wasn't the same without Bill. Ted moved his hands to play the air guitar, but it was weak. Lame. Bogus. This made the kid sad. He had frowned for a moment, but shook it off. Bill probably got up and left him there as a joke. Jerkwad. "We are totally not in San Dimas anymore!" Said as he looked around again.

Then gaze turned back to Dan. "Did we get into a phone booth?" Without him remembering?

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-16 12:07 am UTC (link)
Dan watched as the man, well actually he wasn't much more than just a kid, got to his feet and seemed to take him in. It seemed pretty obvious that he didn't know what was going on either, but Dan was hoping that he would say something to the contrary. When he started speaking all Dan could do for a moment was look at him in surprise, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open. Not only were the words coming out of this kid's mouth absurd, they were being said in the most condescending way.

"Uh..." Dan began, before letting out a sigh and feeling the urge to clean his glasses again when the kid started playing some kind of imaginary instrument. Instead he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Where is San Dimas? And no, I haven't seen a phone booth." And he definitely wasn't going to be getting into one with this kid. That sort of thing was okay for other people, he guessed, but not for him. Definitely not for him.

He took a deep breath. Okay, apparently he was on his own on figuring this out. He looked down at the box in his hands and opened it, regarding it's contents. Socks, tic tacs, water, matches, a journal...what was he supposed to do with these? It almost felt like some kind of survival exercise. It didn't make any sense.

"Okay, look, uh...Theodore, whatever this place is, obviously neither of us are supposed to be here. We'll have to figure out where we're at and then we can get back to where we're supposed to be." He had to fight the urge to talk in the exaggerated tones that Ted had used on him. He looked around, spotting a steeple in the distance. "I'm going this way, so come if you want."

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-16 02:30 am UTC (link)
"San Dimas is in California, my fine spectacled companion! The year 1989." Ted paused, stopping his search for the phone booth to study Dan's clothing and stuff. He blinked and then literally started, jumping a little back. "You're not a future dude, unless the future got way less awesome with its clothing!" Because Rufus' clothing, and the dudes who were play his and Bill's music, had radical clothes.

"Are you a historical dead dude? I don't remember you in my history books.." He picked up the box that was beside him, poking through it. "Tic tacs." He shook the tic tacs, grinning gleefully. "Most righteous. Always good have have nice breath." Socks? A journal? "Dan." He said slowly, looking up at the other man. "There are strange things afoot. I think we should stick together." Another pause, and then he nodded fervently at the good idea.

So with that stuff in hand, he started to walk with Dan. There was silence for a minute and then he looked at his companion again. "If we're dead...don't fear the Reaper, dude." Serious advice. Then he smiled goofily and shredded some wicked air guitar. Because referencing that song totally deserved it.

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-16 07:00 am UTC (link)
California. Well maybe that explained the surfer talk. Though when Ted indicated he was from the year 1989 Dan's eyes narrowed. Was the kid high?

"It was 1985 last I checked," Dan said, tucking his box underneath his arm. He straightened up, his fists clenching when Ted jumped back suddenly. This place was making him jumpy and the kid's nonsensical riddles weren't helping. Dan frowned as he looked down at his own clothing, a black t-shirt and brown pants. "Future dude?" Dan repeated looking back up at Ted as he started going through his own box.

"Okay," he said when Ted asked him if he was a dead dude, his expression turning serious. "What are you on?" If he had any left Dan was going to have to confiscate it. Considering they had no idea where they were or how they got there, the kid didn't need to be any more whacked than he already was.

Strange things indeed. Dan didn't know how to react at the weird use of the word afoot. He was suddenly reminded of reading Sherlock Holmes books under the covers as a kid. "Right," Dan said slowly. "Stick together." Deciding that getting a straight answer out of the young man was impossible, Dan started walking in the direction of the steeple he'd spotted.

He looked over at Ted when he spoke about their being dead as an actual possibility. "We're not dead," Dan said, quickly. He stopped to stare at Ted as he once again seemed to launch into a fit of convulsions involving some kind of invisible instrument. "Do you do that a lot?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-16 07:59 pm UTC (link)
Ted stared for a minute. "Whoa." That wasn't very historical at all! "Maybe someone dialed a couple of numbers too low." He looked worried about that and checked his watch. Still had his watch, thank goodness! "I totally wound it yesterday.." Right? He thought he did, anyway.

The teenager was still contemplating whether he had, in fact, wound his watch like Bill always reminded him to do when Dan asked what he was on. Head lifted straight up and he looked a little offended. "I am totally a role model for our most excellent future generations. What kind of role model would I be if I did drugs?" He had the world to worry about, after all!

"Besides, I am so not joining the 27 Club." Brian Smith, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin? No sirree! Not joining that club at all. After the initial offense wore off, which didn't take long at all, Ted was walking along again and then grinned. "Sha! It's air guitar, dude! Bodacious for expressing your emotions." Every once in a while, Ted spoke using big words or thoughts. And then? It was back to simple surfer speak. With that, he did a slower circle motion of the air guitar, like the one that the Future Dudes did. It was almost..soothing, in a way. "It is most tranquil if done in a certain way." He nodded sagely. "And it clears up air pollution!"

They weren't dead though. "Didn't start an 18 club either! That would have been bogus." Said thoughtfully. Things came full circle then, and Ted was curious about his not-so-historical friend. "Where are you from, my trepidatious time traveler from 1985?"

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-17 02:58 am UTC (link)
Dan's brow furrowed as he tried to decipher whether or not Ted's comment about someone dialing too low was meant to be an insult or not. He watched the kid check his watch and talk about winding it. He looked down, surprised to see his own watch on his wrist. He'd taken it off to work on Archie. He glanced at the display and then shook his head slightly, deciding he was wasting time on something that wasn't important. What was important was finding out if Laurie and her mother were alright.

Dan's eyebrows raised in surprise and his mouth thinned out at Ted's answer to his inquiry on what sort of drugs he was on. He almost felt badly for a moment, but it wasn't exactly like the kid was talking normally. So far out of all the words that had come out of his mouth Dan had only been able to fully understand the context of a handful. Still, the kid looked offended and Dan let a small sigh through his nose. "Sorry," he said with a small shrug. At least he didn't have to worry about drugs. He forced himself to relax, realizing he still had his fists balled and releasing them to stretch out his fingers.

The moment of peace lasted a moment before Ted launched into his explanation of air guitar. This time Dan smiled and looked at his companion. He had to be kidding, right? Expressing your emotions? Air pollution? Still, the look on Ted's face was serious. Dan's smile faded.

"You're eighteen?" Dan asked, as they moved forward. Christ, he really was just a kid. "I'm from New York," Dan said, deciding to ignore the time traveler remark. "Or what's left of it." He paused before speaking again. "Ted, any idea on who would want to kidnap you and throw you in the woods with a stranger?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-18 12:46 am UTC (link)
"Sha. No problem. I get that a lot." He looked confused as to why people would think he was on drugs. Well sure, there was the very occasional toke-up at a party, but those were few and far in between. Mostly because he and Bill didn't get invited to a lot of parties. But even if they were, he wouldn't have done it! Future generations to worry about. Anyway. Ted was shrugging amicably and dropped his hands into his pockets.

"Just turned!" Though that wouldn't keep the military dudes at bay. Sadly. "New York! Excellent! When Wyld Stallyns takes off, we're totally going to New York and playing every big venue ever!" They were going to play the world, Wyld Stallyns. Ted smiled to himself about that. Then he was brought back down to earth with the questions. It was a bummer sort of a question.

"The Future Us's were being dickweeds. I totally think they meant to throw us off that cliff!" But why would the Future Bill and Ted want to kill themselves? "I wish Rufus was here." And Bill.

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-19 06:04 am UTC (link)
Dan thought he knew why the kid might be mistaken for a stoner pretty often, but he thought it would've been unkind to point it out. Especially since he seemed harmless enough, minus or especially because of all of the crazy talk.

Hell of a time to be coming of age. Or maybe it was a great time to be coming of age when the world was finally at peace and the threat of nuclear war was behind it, at least for a little while. Did it matter if it was a lie? As long as the world believed it and continued to be kind to one another. Was it still a utopia if it was imperfect? Dan shook himself out of his thoughts as Ted commented on New York. He looked over at the kid. "So Wild Stallions is our band?" He guessed, raising an eyebrow. "And when you're performing in your band, do you use actual instruments, or...you know, just air guitar?"

"Future us's?" Dan asked, wincing at the bad use of grammar. He was trying to dissect Ted's speak the best he could. "Is that another band?" Another band that tried to throw him off a cliff? Okay, there had to be some drugs involved somewhere, right? Attempted murder, invisible instruments, kidnapping, why not drugs to explain behavioral abnormalities. "Who is Rufus?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-19 05:46 pm UTC (link)
"Sha!" Agreed about Wyld Stallyns being their band. Ted's face just lit up like a kid at Christmas when he spoke about their band. He didn't even mind the hesistant question about whether they used real instruments or not. Just answered them like he hadn't a care in th world.

"Real instruments! Bill and me shred the guitars while the bodacious princesses play the drums and keyboard." Well, technically they didn't play just yet. "Once we learn how to play better, and have an awesome video, we're totally getting Eddie Van Halen!"

He had paused his thinking about the band, processing what Dan was asking. "No, but it would make a most excellent side project." Hey, it was never too early to think about different things that the Wyld Stallyns could do. "It's the Future Bill and Ted..though I think those Future Us's were totally robots." Still, why would even the robot them want to kill..them?

"Rufus!" Ted shook off the worry about being dead off, literally, and then grinned again. "Rufus is totally this dude from the future who helps us. He was the one who gave us the phone booth."

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-20 04:29 am UTC (link)
Dan looked slightly relieved to find that it wasn't a band made up entirely of air instruments, though it seemed to fade slightly at the mention of princesses. He looked at the path in front of him as a wrought iron gate and tombstones came into sight. He guessed a graveyard was better than nothing. At least they were approaching some sign of civilization. Ted had paused in his talking and somehow the silence seemed unnatural. "Van Halen," Dan said a little awkwardly. "Really. That's great." He wasn't exactly sure which one Van Halen was. He liked jazz mostly. Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Coltrane...those were his staples. He didn't know much about contemporary music.

As they approached the cemetery and a church became visible, Dan turned towards Ted. "Wait, so you're saying that future, robot versions of you tried to kill you?" He gave Ted a doubtful look, hoping he was just misunderstanding. Or the kid was trying to pull one over on him, still it was hard not to buy the sincerity of his expressions, as much as they changed from one moment to the next.

"A guy from the future named Rufus gave you a phone booth?" Dan said slowly, hoping if he repeated it back to Ted he'd see the leaps in logic in that statement. "Why a phone booth?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-20 05:37 am UTC (link)
"Most unsettling." He murmured to himself as they started up the path that brought even more tombstones into view. "Miss--My stepmom totally believes in ghosts." Missy was so hot. Why'd she have to marry his dad? Now it was Ted who had the oedipal complexes!

"Shah! Van Halen, or maybe Slash." He seemed like an excellent dude to shred with. Another moment of silence, mostly as Ted was looking around and taking in his surroundings, and then he looked up to Dan. "Yeah! They were complete jerks! I don't know why they wanted to, though. I mean, even if they were robots, they were totally Future Us's." Who would want to kill Ted Logan? Seriously.

More affirmation, in the form of vigourous head nodding. "See, me and Bill were going to fail our history class..and he let us meet history face to face!" He paused, wondering about why a telephone booth. "Because you can totally reach out and touch someone, dude."

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-20 07:04 am UTC (link)
Dan looked over the headstones, his mind momentarily wandering to the people he'd recently lost. And the thousands that had been unwillingly sacrificed in the name of peace. Was there a graveyard big enough for that many people? He sighed, pulling the piece of polishing fabric out of his pants and sliding off his glasses to clean them. "I don't," Dan said, his voice low. Once people were gone, they didn't come back.

Dan sighed, putting on his glasses and moving towards the church. After a moment he responded, not sure why he was playing along. "But if they were future versions of you, wouldn't killing the past version of you mean they never come to exist?"

"Ah," Dan said in response to Ted's explanation of why a telephone booth. "Okay." He stopped as they reached the end of the graveyard and came upon the front doors of the church. It looked deserted and run down. Dan would've thought that there hadn't been anyone around in years except for some tire marks in the mud next to the steps.

"We should probably check inside," Dan said, looking over at Ted, though he wasn't sure what he was looking for. A phone maybe? Was he supposed to call for help? He was usually the one doing the helping, not asking for it. He could call Laurie though, see if she was at the house. See if she was alright. "There might be a phone," he said, moving up the stairs. "Minus the booth and Rufus."

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-20 09:07 pm UTC (link)
"I don't know if I do, dude. I mean, it's totally bogus if that's it. When you, like, die you totally die?" He thought about it for a long minute, "And if there's no Heaven, then Led Zepplin's stairway totally leads to nothing!" It would be most unfortunate if that were to happen!

Ted had been observing his new companion and moved closer, placing a hand on the other man's shoulder. The other hand moved to gesture out into the distance. "Do not be disheartened, my most excellent friend. We're not dead at least!" He lifted his eyebrows, hopeful in that Dan would totally rejoice in the fact that they were alive.

He pulled away after the man put back on his glasses and started to head for the church proper. If Ted thought about it, he would have appreciated the fact that Dan from New York went along with his outrageous story so easily. And he did think about it, a little. But was then distracted by the question. "I do not know, dude! You'd totally think that, right? I mean, I was like 'No. Way!' when they were being jerkfaces to us!" When the kid spoke, he had this way of moving his head about which meant that hair flew this way or that as well.

Kicking a pebble as they walked, Ted nodded eagerly. "There are totally tire tracks!" He pointed out in a helpful manner before grinning. "Shah. Even without the booth, a phone would be most triumphant." Following him up the stairs, the Vas Captio box tucked under his arm, Ted knocked on the door before trying to open it.

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-22 03:32 am UTC (link)
Ted's comment about heaven made Dan stop and study his companion for a long moment to see whether or not he was going to crack a smile. When Ted didn't, Dan did it for him. He'd definitely never heard that theological argument before. Despite his oddities, Dan had to admit that Ted's upbeat personality was slightly contagious.

The sudden weight of of Ted's hand on Dan's shoulder was slightly unnerving, though he was touched by the gesture. Dan opened his mouth to point out that might not be the case for long, since whoever had brought them here had a reason for it, but he couldn't bring himself to be the bearer of bad news. He sighed and focused on the building in front of him. Maybe it'd have some more answers.

Dan wasn't sure he'd ever heard anyone be that adamant about not knowing something in his whole life. Obviously the actions of the future robot version of himself had shocked and puzzled Ted. Even though Dan had already noticed the tire tracks he nodded. "Someone was here recently," he said. "Must be someone around."

Ted tried the door and Dan heard the creak as it opened. He reached out and opened the other double door glancing around the darkened church before moving forward. He looked for a light switch, but didn't see any. The church itself was run down, the interior as dusty as the exterior. Still, it looked like someone might have been here. "Hello?" He called out, glancing towards the front of the church and the cross and it's savior. "Anyone here?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-26 01:26 am UTC (link)
The smile that Dan cracked was completely appreciated by the easygoing teenager, so he grinned easily in return and then began to snoop around. "I totally feel like I should have one of those cool caps!" He paused, "And a most excellent pipe." A Sherlock Holmes cap, he meant. But that was beyond Ted. Instead, he sort of clung on to his vest like he was an old man clinging to the sides of his coat, ready to make a speech. That act was dropped easily enough and called out after Dan. "We're totally okay, dudes!" Wait. There were girls here too. "Or babes!"


It was way dark, so he dug through his little kit thing and produced the matches. "Most triumphant preparation for us." He moved to use one, but it didn't light. The matches were wet. Or damp at least. The California Kid looked put out by that. "Bogus." Shrugging, he pocketed the used match as well as the rest of the book. Maybe they'd dry out later!

Somehow Ted found his way toward the baptismal and brightened, amused. He stood over it, very somber looking. "I'm totally Pope Ted the Awesome." Voice deepened, because deeper meant more serious. But that didn't last long at all, "You can be Cardinal Dan!" More funny hats! "We'd ride around in the most awesome and tiny Pope Mobile."

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-26 05:43 am UTC (link)
Dan let out a small huff of laughter at Ted's Sherlock Holmes reference, especially since he'd just been reminded of the legendary detective earlier by Ted's unusual use of the word, aloof. He led the way into the church, not being able to help from giving a small chuckle when Ted yelled out that they were "okay" to whoever might be residing in the church.

He moved forward, looking in the rows of pews in the dim light filtering in from the glass windows for something, though he wasn't entirely sure what. He stopped and looked back at Ted when he declared the matches bogus. "Might not be a good idea to light them anyway," Dan said, shaking his head. "This place looks like it's just take a spark to make it go up."

Dan moved along the wall, finally finding a switch that didn't turn on. He looked up at Ted and the baptismal as he declared himself pope. "I'm pretty sure I don't meet the holy requirements for that kind of office," Dan said. He sighed and moved towards the baptismal. "There's no power here. And I don't think there's a phone anywhere. We should move on."

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-26 08:58 pm UTC (link)
"Oh," He stared for a brief moment, as if processing what Dan said, and then nodded. When Ted nodded, he had a tendency to throw his whole body into said nod. "Shah! You're totally right! I mean, totally can't have November Rain gone wrong." He thought about it and grinned, "It'd be November Rain meets Madonna's Like a Prayer!" Which, really, would be kinda sweet. Minus that whole fire thing.

Another moment by the baptismal, making Pope sort of motions with his hand, then he dropped boths hands to his sides and looked around. "Forgot to pay the electricity bill. Most non-triumphant." Going over to the pews, Ted plopped down to sit for a minute.

"Dude, this whole town is totally creepy." He was Captain Obvious, that one. "Like Village of the Damned!" While he was talking, Ted was looking at the things that they got. Particularly the journal.

It was then that Ted noticed something. "Whoa!" Jumping up and hurrying to Dan, he showed the older man what he found. "My journal has totally been used already!" How lame was that?

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-28 12:57 am UTC (link)
It was amazing how Ted threw his whole body into a single nod. Dan was glad he was standing a few feet away, otherwise he wasn't entirely sure Ted wouldn't have accidentally head butted him. Dan simply blinked at the November Rain comment, not entirely sure what Ted was referring to. Though the mention of Madonna did get a small bit of recognition. As much as Dan seemed to live under a rock when it came to pop icons he hadn't been able to escape the impact of Madonna. He still didn't quite understand what Ted meant though. "Songs?" Dan guessed, looking slightly lost.

Dan was also going through his box in the light from the open doors, trying to see if maybe he'd missed something when he'd looked in the forest. He started writing down some personal notes, half listening to what Ted was saying when his Whoa! caused him to look up at his companion. Ted hurried over and showed him his journal. Dan's brows furrowed as he took the journal and then flipped through it. It did look like several people had already written in it. On the last page he saw his own notes. Notes he'd just written.

He moved over to a pew, setting down his box and flipping to the beginning of his journal instead of the random page he'd started writing on. His too had the same writing. He looked up at Ted. "They're connected somehow. You can see what I write and..." He pointed to an entry in what sounded like Ted's voice. "I can see what you write."

He sighed, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to work out how that was possible. He sat on the pew and started flipping through his journal. "Do you think these are other people here? Like us?"

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-08-28 08:17 pm UTC (link)
"Shah! Most excellent music videos. Took place in a church." He moved his head back and forth, sheepishly smiling as he explained the connection. It didn't bother Ted that he had to actually explain. If Cardinal Dan was, in fact, from the past..well, he wouldn't know would he!

He continued flipping through as well, writing down little things here and there. "Dude! There are some sort of bad dudes who won't let scientists go! And a little dude." There were kids here? As much as Deacon bothered him sometime, especially when he ditched Napoleon, Ted wouldn't let anything happen to his little brother. And Little Sig was someone's brother, probably.

He looked up, eyes wide and a blank sort of look of concern. "This is a non..non heinous situation, Dan."

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[info]niteowlish
2009-08-30 10:12 pm UTC (link)
"Ah," Dan said in answer to Ted's explanation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually seen a music video, let alone one set in a church. Still, he was slightly surprised. He hadn't pegged Madonna to the be the spiritual type, but then again, maybe that was being a little judgmental.

Now that Dan was focusing on the journal he could see entries that other people were making showing up on the page. Before he knew it he was speaking with a kid who called himself Chris. He looked up at Ted's explanation and shook his head. "There are children here, I'm speaking with one."

Dan let out a slow breath. He didn't have his gear or costume. He'd have to find a weapon of some sort, though from what the kid was saying the people holding them there were unarmed. "We should help them," Dan said, meeting Ted's eyes. "Sounds like a bad situation to me."

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-09-01 04:51 pm UTC (link)
Ahh, to discuss the spirituality (or lack thereof) of Madonna. Now that would be a most excellent conversation! But Ted was looking over the journal in awe, flipping it over and trying to figure out how the others were writing.

"This would make yearbook signing most triumphant.." Mused briefly before the kid looked back up at Dan. And nodded vigourously. "Shah! We totally need to get them from the non-scientific buttheads."

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[info]niteowlish
2009-09-02 02:34 pm UTC (link)
"Exactly," Dan said, his voice grave as he continued questioning the boy named Connor over the journals. "Maybe your friend and that scientist named Spock will be able to tell us more about where we're at and how we got here."

He closed his journals and got to his feet. "Whatever we do, we should move fast. If anyone can see these entries, that means that the person holding them there might be able to also."

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[info]wyld_stallyn
2009-09-02 04:30 pm UTC (link)
"That would be most outstanding!" Anyone explaining where they were would be excellent to Ted. So he too closed his journal and swooped up his box. Like his watch, you never knew when this stuff would be important. So he wasn't taking any chances.

But then the teenager thought about it and opened his journal again. "The babe Elliot said there was a map.." Flipping to that page, Ted managed a baby air guitar while holding on to everything. "To the gym, Dan!"

Ted might not have been terribly brilliant, but at least he was pretty okay with heading into strange situations without too much trepidation. Or too many questions.

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