Subject: The lights flickered in RC Hyperbola.
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Posted on: 2022-05-20 00:20:03 UTC

David sighed. Of course, another consequence! He squished such harsh thoughts to the back of his mind as he qent to the cabinet, a relic of Paye's time here.

Back when Paye lived with him, the cabinet held a very white and musical (literally. It played some sort of gacha theme, Paye had explained) dress. Not very modest length. No glitter levels, by the scanner's admission. If there was glitter, the dress would probably be gone now. But that wasn't his worry.

He raised his fist to the metal door and firmly knocked on it. Twice. He heard some yelling, then the sounds of metal clanking under a person's weight.

The door slammed open an inch away from David's face. K walked out of the cabinet, calm as day. His hair stuck to his head instead of flowing in a unnatrual but signature wave. He had showered. That was good.

K gave David a curious look. "It's been half an hour?" K asked.

"Yes," David replied. He picked up an object at random from the top of the console. A puzzle cube. Specifically, Matt's puzzle cube. David bit his lip, lost in thought, examining the cube.

The lights flickered again.

"Is that-" K started.

"Yeah, pretty sure it shpxing is," David grumbled. "Isn't that great?"

"Well, at least they had gone out yet," K said. "That would be wor-"

The lights went out, plunging the agents into darkness.

"You just had to shpxing say it," David growled. He dropped the cube and walked to the door.

Click went the locking mechanism. David opened the door slightly.

Buzzzzzz, something went. The lights turned on slightly, lighting up the room very minimally. Perhaps not even; parts of the RC were still shadowed significantly.

[Beep! Backup RC power generator online.] went something else, presumably the console.

The door's locking mechanism clicked again, but, as the door was open, nothing happened.

"This is gonna be fun," David muttered. He sighed.


Somewhere, in a completely different multiverse (or universe, no one was quite sure), Dr. Val Burner clicked the "talk" button on her walkie.

"Hey, we got some odd electricity readings from PPC-4. Repeat, odd electricity readings. Perhaps a blackput occured," she said.

"Roger," said O'Ryan Keys. "Hey, are their glitter levels and illogic levels still ridiculously low?"

"Yes, you idiot," Val muttered, "or else I couldn't report anything else because the dang thing would be off." The CPP had booted the AU Main Monitor back up when their multiverse scans came up with odd levels of illogic in sector 4 of the PPC timelines. It was commanded to turn off at instruction or when the issue resolved itself, whichever came first.

"Have you found the Source yet?" O'Ryan added.

"I have a potential," Val replied. "Magic wishing device. Some of the ripples of logic match the identification of such a device's after effects. If we could sneak into the PPC-4, we could get more data and find the spent object, but I highly doubt they're welcoming right now."

"Roger," O'Ryan said. "We'll find the source, I promise."


((-kA))

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