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[trustydriver]

February 10, 1935
4:27 PMIt's been nearly a month since Tyler Marlocke took up residence in the Panda Lair--a month of increasing frustration both for the junior hero and his hosts. That frustration is being expressed in a number of ways. For Tyler, it's expressed through long, rambling journal entries, increasingly violent training sessions with

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[tyler_marlocke]

A predicted, the hero-in-training is at the short end of his pool of patience and currently working on recreating the last piece of his gear. Sadly the boy is no tailor, but he did learn how to sew his own pj's at summer school. (he had one course he could choose for himself. It was the quietest one available.) Thus he has a pair of draw-string pants, a small long-sleeved tunic with elbow and shoulder padding, kneepads, simple gloves, and a rather sloppily stitched cowl that just fits.

Currently, he's painting a crescent moon on the chest of the tunic and touching up the leather football helmet that the Red Panda gave to him.

It's not entirely perfect, but it's a start for training gear...if they don't find a door soon he's going to sneak out the air tubes and practice roof-hopping!

[trustydriver]

Brace yourself, Tyler. You've got two very annoyed superheroes bearing down on your position.

[tyler_marlocke]

...Uh-oh. He doesn't know what he did exactly...

But those expressions do not mean anything good.

"eep?"

[trustydriver]

The Flying Squirrel waves the stick-figure-bedecked journal page in Tyler's face. "Mind tellin' us why you never mentioned this?"

[trustydriver]

One music sting and possibly a commercial break later...

"Oh, my." Dr. Chronopolis gapes at the journal page. "This explains so much! All this time, I've been approaching the problem from entirely the wrong angle..."

[tyler_marlocke]

...

"How were you approaching it?"

[trustydriver]

"I was attempting to harness the interdimensional energies within the, ah, object in order to create a semi-permanent interdimensional gate," Dr. Chronopolis explains. "From what you've told me tonight, I would estimate that such is impossible. And yet..."

"What is it, Dr. C?" asks the Flying Squirrel.

"Well, child, I have attempted to use the 'key' to open a door to Milliways myself, but to no avail. The mystical energies seem to... reject me, somehow, as though I were a foreign body myself. Most curious."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Well....maybe you are. I mean...Milliways is a universe that's never seen you before...I mean you've never seen it."

Forgive him for saying the universes think.