The Tick's Office Hours, 04.07.07
The Tick sat in his office, looking over the script to his play. The performance had gone well. Maybe it was good enough for the big stage in the big City. He thought about making some phone calls.
He also thought about getting more sheep into the play. Sheep were funny.
The door was open.
Having managed to break out of the bathroom - and leaving the bomb where it was - Cameron ran down the hall, hoping that someone was overworking.
He didn't really know whose office it was that he stormed in to, just that the door was open and that someone was inside. "Sir!" he called, completely out of breath. He was grateful that it was professor Tick as he might know what to do in a situation like this.
"Hello, Cameron!" The Tick said, putting his script away. "What can I do for you today?"
"Bomb, sir," Cameron said and swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. "Tyler had a bomb. I think there might be more," he said urgently, but with not so much coherency.
"'Bomb' as in a device meant to explode horribly, right?" Tick asked. "Egads! Do you know where any are?"
Cameron shook his head. "Just one. Tyler left it with me in the restrooms down the hall. I think it's disabled, but he was definitely up to something."
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Cameron! You've done well! I can handle it from here!" The Tick said, standing up sharply.
Because when you're an experienced superhero, you naturally assume that you can find an unknown number of bombs all on your own.
"Yes, sir," Cameron said, having learned not to question The Tick's experience in being a superhero. He just wasn't good at doing nothing so he had to ask, "IS there anything I can help with?"
"Don't get blown up!" The Tick said. "And if you spot any other bombs, call my cell phone!"
Tick ran to the door, pausing only to yell, "SPOOOOON!" before running toward the bathroom.
[OOC: Preplayed with cameronmitchell. No interaction possible.]
He also thought about getting more sheep into the play. Sheep were funny.
The door was open.
Having managed to break out of the bathroom - and leaving the bomb where it was - Cameron ran down the hall, hoping that someone was overworking.
He didn't really know whose office it was that he stormed in to, just that the door was open and that someone was inside. "Sir!" he called, completely out of breath. He was grateful that it was professor Tick as he might know what to do in a situation like this.
"Hello, Cameron!" The Tick said, putting his script away. "What can I do for you today?"
"Bomb, sir," Cameron said and swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. "Tyler had a bomb. I think there might be more," he said urgently, but with not so much coherency.
"'Bomb' as in a device meant to explode horribly, right?" Tick asked. "Egads! Do you know where any are?"
Cameron shook his head. "Just one. Tyler left it with me in the restrooms down the hall. I think it's disabled, but he was definitely up to something."
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Cameron! You've done well! I can handle it from here!" The Tick said, standing up sharply.
Because when you're an experienced superhero, you naturally assume that you can find an unknown number of bombs all on your own.
"Yes, sir," Cameron said, having learned not to question The Tick's experience in being a superhero. He just wasn't good at doing nothing so he had to ask, "IS there anything I can help with?"
"Don't get blown up!" The Tick said. "And if you spot any other bombs, call my cell phone!"
Tick ran to the door, pausing only to yell, "SPOOOOON!" before running toward the bathroom.
[OOC: Preplayed with cameronmitchell. No interaction possible.]