well it IS the most important meal [INCOMPLETE]
WHO: Professor Membrane, Zelgadis
WHERE: The exact coordinates as specified by the Prof.
WHEN: 6/22, 6PM
WARNINGS: Loud voices?
FORMAT: No
Well, it was something to do.
The entire errand had "ridiculous" painted all over it in bold letters. The only thing more unfortunate was the cold, hard fact that Zelgadis had done stranger. At least this time there were no mascot suits involved. Count your blessings.
Excuse number two was the getting there. It was a portion of the City Zelgadis had not had time to explore, and with Amelia missing, he could just as easily explain that he was looking for her. And...assumed she wanted toast.
This is utterly ridiculous, he thought for the sixteenth time, staring flatly at the object in hand. It was easy enough to just pull one out of a dumpster; something told him that the exterior condition would really matter to that raving lunatic in the long run.
Every time he found himself ready to turn on his heel and walk away, he had to turn his communicator on to double-check the coordinates. And every time he turned his communicator on to double-check the coordinates, that voice was hollering at yet another confused person. And with that, his resolve was re-established. At the least, placating this man may be a service to not just him.
Maybe.
Zelgadis stopped after quickly noting the map. This was the place.
WHERE: The exact coordinates as specified by the Prof.
WHEN: 6/22, 6PM
WARNINGS: Loud voices?
FORMAT: No
Well, it was something to do.
The entire errand had "ridiculous" painted all over it in bold letters. The only thing more unfortunate was the cold, hard fact that Zelgadis had done stranger. At least this time there were no mascot suits involved. Count your blessings.
Excuse number two was the getting there. It was a portion of the City Zelgadis had not had time to explore, and with Amelia missing, he could just as easily explain that he was looking for her. And...assumed she wanted toast.
This is utterly ridiculous, he thought for the sixteenth time, staring flatly at the object in hand. It was easy enough to just pull one out of a dumpster; something told him that the exterior condition would really matter to that raving lunatic in the long run.
Every time he found himself ready to turn on his heel and walk away, he had to turn his communicator on to double-check the coordinates. And every time he turned his communicator on to double-check the coordinates, that voice was hollering at yet another confused person. And with that, his resolve was re-established. At the least, placating this man may be a service to not just him.
Maybe.
Zelgadis stopped after quickly noting the map. This was the place.