Temporal Shift [Fedoras are always in style]

[daxtinator396]

Dax walks over to the man sitting down. He puts a hand on his shoulder trying to bring him comfort and ignoring the wondrous space for a moment,"Whats wrong? How can I help?"

[Thaedael]

@Dax OMFG plot <<<======

The man sat with his leg apart, head between his leg, bawling with an intensity unseen by young Dax before. The man reached to pull out his handkerchief from the inner pocket of his double breasted pin stripe vest, only to realize he had offered it to the man that stood before him during the train debacle.

Between the broken sobs and deep breaths of a man broken he spoke.

"It's already too late, the beginning of the end."

[jayjaycaps]

(Aw! I have it say, it was pretty boring not being on the internet.)

"Martial law, holy shit..." Jason whispered. He closed the email, a little shocked at what he read. He opened the second email, fearing what it might say.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire closes her eyes again. She starts to sob harder and louder.

[daxtinator396]

Dax wipes off the kerchief on his pants leg and hands it to him,"What are you talking about, sir? It`s just a natural disaster everything will be alright."

[Thaedael]

[@pair of docs, totally going to attach it to your world via a thingmajig portal of doom.... or a flying spaghetti monster. Whichever is more popular with the ladies.]

@Jason I am psychically atuned to all of you. Martial Law was not chosen as a coincidence.

Once more he clicked away at the envelope item, opening mail best left unseen to the prying eyes. The bank invoice opened up.

To: Medea Baxter
From: Imperial Bank of London
CC: Financial Invoice

Mrs. Baxter;
We wish to bring to your attention some of the concerns that have been revolving around your transactions, particularly the transfer of June 2nd, in the order of one million six hundred thousand pounds to be transferred to a private account off the coast of Southern Africa. We regret to inform you that we need to contact the central branch before approving any of your transfers. Thanks for your understanding.
John Smith, assistant manager to the London Branch, HQ piccadily square.

As before, the email played across the nine linked screens on the wall of the vehicle.

[Thaedael]

@Claire

Big's finally entered the orgasmic state of ejaculation, thrusting as hard as he could in shallower thrusts, before the familiar tightening of his loins sent seed tumbling into the canal of the woman. His short thrusts grew slower still, the warmth of his sperm spreading in the loins of the girl, before pulling out with a shudder, his cock twitching as it begun to go limp. Following its extraction, the semen flowed out between her gaping lips, her pussy quivering from the exertion. He gave her inner thigh a slap, "There, there, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said smiling at the girl.

He gave Jenkins a high five before taking the girls arms into his own, as Jenkins lifted up and off her arms. He tossed his cigarette into the waste basket of the store, before casually unzipping his fly, stroking his cock out through the opening of his pants. Big's sat atop of her arms, having traded spots with the man, wiping his softening cock across her face, smearing the foul concoction of the rape across her forehead.

The fat man continued to abuse her breast, thrusting at a steady pace on her sweaty breast, their form glistening below the harsh white light.

[jayjaycaps]

(Attuned to us all, eh? That's just a little freaky, Thea. And this is coming from a guy who thinks 1984 is a good idea.)

"Holy.Shit." Jason sat back in the chair, reading the email over and over. One million six thousand pounds? What Jason would do for some of that. With nothing else to read, Jason closed the computer. He lay back down on the seats and starred at the ceiling, thinking about everything he just read.

[Thaedael]

@ Dax, you will give him HIV that way fool

The man took the bloodied handkerchief and tossed it across the room. Blood was a prime agent for transferring blood born illnesses, and coming into contact with the semi-permeable membranes of the eye was a sure fire way of contracting any of the potential plethora of diseases that the corpses on the metro car could have had. As if to to answer the question, the man pointed to the falling handkerchief, its form fluttering across the chasm caught on the updraft of pressure differential from a car forcing its way down another shaft. "Does anything about this look natural to you? Has anything this day seemed regular to you? This was the beginning of the end, a temperal shift has just occurred."

[Thaedael]

@ JJCAPLOCKRAGE 1.600.000

The computer begun to shut down, as an image was playing across the nine monitors, a map of the hospital and the individual T-passes of the members of the team. The computer shut down once more, the force shut down being complete over the span of a few seconds. Despite turning it off, the two way radio continued to transmit the dialogue from the team back to the car, it's sound suddenly drawing Jason's attention after having shut down the computer. It was Medea's voice once more.

"We got the first of two leaks isolated on the main floor, the gas shut off has isolated the smaller system, won't be able to weld until the gas has cleared the room." She said with confidence. "That just leaves the one in the basement, then we are free to go home ladies" she said in jest, always calling the men on her crew ladies.

[daxtinator396]

(I didn`t know there was any blood on it x.x) Dax looked at him amazed,"What? How do you know that?"

[jayjaycaps]

Jason lay there, smiling to himself. He would wait until he was alone with Medea if he ever got the chance, then ask her about the million and a sixth she was smuggling. He kept listening in on her conversations, interested to see how it was going.

[Thaedael]

@Dax [There wasn't he just being an assuming bastard... that bastard... he won't even tell you his name, how can you trust this old man >:C]

The man looked to Dax, tears still streaming down his face. "Dax, or whatever your name was. Have you ever seen the old time movie reels?" he said, suddenly shifting the focus of the conversation.

[Thaedael]

@Jason [You my friend, love sitting on your laurels, time for plot >:333333, fuck I enjoy winging stories based on other people's actions]

As Jason stared at the ceiling tiles like Brian Wilson, the two way radio continued to announce all the small time chatter across the same frequency of the HAZMAT team in the hospital. There was a lot of trivial laughter and jokes, even a few off-handed jokes about the bust of the team leader, only to be shut down by Medea barking orders to the men. Before long the conversation moved towards the isolation of the last leak.

"It looks like we can't isolate it to a sub system, and will have to cut it off at the source for the whole floor mam." said one of the technicians over the radio. "It seems like there is multiple leaks in the system, and it would be too time consuming for the amount of work that needs to be done, making those that need the hospital waiting longer. It's best to use the cut off for the floor." came the voice of another technician.

Medea spoke, her voice bouncing around in echoes through the radio, 'I am closest to the source, I will walk there... wait... what the fuck is this?" she shouted into the vox. "I need all Hazmat teams here on the double, it's, it's something i have never seen before." It was static, the world was completely still for a few seconds, before a deafening roar of an explosion blasted out all the windows of the hospital, walls buckling under the shock-waves as the screams of panicking people rang out across the streets. The military begun to mobilize, soldiers running to an fro in all direction trying to maintain the peace.

[daxtinator396]

Dax looks at the man and replies,"I`ve read about them in books and seen a few in history classes... Sir, why are you avoiding the question?"

[jayjaycaps]

Jason had been starring calmly at the ceiling, singing a song in his head. So I'ma lying here/ Just starring at the ceiling tiles/ And I'm think' about/ Ohhh what to think about... When suddenly FUCK, the hospital goes and explodes. Jason bolts to a window, starring at the wreckage. Well shit, so much for finding out about that million and a half... And boning Medea. Jason immediately regrets thinking those thoughts, and starts cursing himself for it. He wanted to get out, and try to help, but what with the military and martial law and all... Maybe he should just stay here.

[Thaedael]

@Dax patience young master.

"Then you know the basic functioning behind them correct? You have a reel with thousands upon thousands of images, each a microscopic still of a period in time, when played in sequence rapidly, it makes the moving images. Right, right?" the man said looking at Dax with pleading eyes. The room was very cold, the smooth surface of the passage radiating extreme coolness, the room reaching the ambient temperature of a refrigerator.

[Thaedael]

@Jason

Tucked away in the corner of the vehicle was the folded form of a fire resistant HAZMAT suit, complete with oxygen supply and adapters for the suit. The static of the radio continued to resonate through the car, the windshield and windows in pieces across the floor. Around him the screams of people were barely recognizable over the ringing in his ears. There were ambulance packing up people, transferring them away to another hospital, the roar of a helicopter in the air above him, the Caduceus staff and serpents painted upon the side. The military were aiding in the evacuation, very few were maintaining the cordoned off hospital, the explosion and resulting fire keeping many away enough as it was.

[daxtinator396]

Dax begins to understand what he`s trying to say,"Yes i undertsand... did something happen to one of the frames?"

[Thaedael]

@Dax

He slapped away at one of Dax's leg, "I am the one asking the questions here." he said the tears abating from his face a little. "So what happens if you were to cut out a singular frame, and replace it with a scene from another movie?" he said, continuing on the tangent of a cinematographic tangent.