IC Post
Location: Subway Tunnels
Location: Subway Tunnels
"You know, I always wondered when they first invented the clock, how did they know what time it was to set it to?"
"Hmm... I see your point, but I think they used sundials back then. You know clocks that used the position of the sun to determine time." A man leaning against a wall answered promptly.
Mac nodded before sitting up. "Really? I didn’t know that... You know what I hate though? When people say a person was found missing. If someone found them, then they aren't missing, right?"
Making eye contact, the man explained. "Somewhat. That is what is known as an oxymoron: a figure of speech that combines normally contradicting terms."
"Ohhh, ok."
On the surface this would seem like a normal conversation. But, upon further inspection it would appear a bit out there. This is mostly because the man, whom Mac is speaking with, does not exist. It is but, one of many side effects of his medicine. This certain effect only seems to happen when he is alone. Instead of simply talking to himself, his mind creates someone for him to chat with.
"We should really be going now; I think someone has been trying to reach you."
"Naw, if that was the case, my cell would have -- Fuck..."
Looking down at his wrist, Mac noticed his phone was blinking red. The blinking red meant he had indeed missed a phone call; whoever it was had left him a message though. Pressing a button on the device the message began to replay.
"What the fuck does that kid think this is? Yellow Cab? And then he didn't even say where he is! Looks like he wants to play my favorite game: Guess Where Mac's Foot is going."
Despite his constant complaining, Mac was happy to hear that Benji had made it back home. And the fact that there was no location given was not a problem either. There were a number of ways The 404's could use to track their comrades, one of which was an application installed into their GLOVE's. Turning his GLOVE on, Mac began to use one of those methods. But, before he could a giant envelope appeared on his HUD, representing that he had received a message.
He groaned once he saw it was from XIII. It wasn't because he disliked him, but because his messages were always encrypted and once decoded, the true message was still hidden in some riddle or metaphor. Although they never took Mac a long time to understand, he just disliked going through the trouble. Typing quickly, he replied to the message.
"XIII,
I know that mouse; he carries big ass laser cannon with him.
And if the big bad wolf gets too close, he'll put a hole in 'em bigger
than Texas. x_X
ShortCut."
Getting back to the matter at hand, he used his right hand to find a map of world on his HUD. Once found, he enlarged the image by pulling on the corners. There were red dots scattered about, but only one read 'Benny Boom'. Clicking it a few times, it zoomed in on the location.
"Raven Station!? I've told him about hanging out down there; nothing but whores, drug dealers, and convicts in that place... Now that I think about it, it does sound like a cool place, huh?" The question was directed to the man whom he was speaking with earlier. But, by now Mac was sobering up, so the imaginary man had disappeared, leaving him a bit shocked. "Man, I really gotta cut back on this shit..."
Massaging his eyes Mac got to his feet and staggered toward a subway car. There was only one in 404 HQ and it belonged to them; at least it did now. Using his GLOVE he remotely opened the door, then climbed in after it did. It was a newer model, but still only had basic features, plus a graffiti paint job. It had a built in A.I., not a good one, but it was good enough to navigate the tracks. Using his glove once more, he input the destination and waited for it to start up.
Ten minutes had passed by and it still hadn't started, which only infuriated Mac. He began reading the different graffiti signs as a way to pass time. His eyes soon found a freshly painted one, which was little hard to read. Short...Cut. S...U. XX. C. O. XX? He said the letters over and over until he finally understood. "Ya moma!" Outraged by the false accusation combined with the broken subway car, he stormed off into the tunnels.
"Fuck that train! I would rather board there, than ride that outdated shit."
Mac always kept his board lodged between his back and his bag. It was a bit uncomfortable, but very handy. Throwing the hoverboard to the ground, he hopped on it. Leaning back a bit, he added pressure to the back, therefore making it propel foreword. He would be at Raven Station in no time.
"Hmm... I see your point, but I think they used sundials back then. You know clocks that used the position of the sun to determine time." A man leaning against a wall answered promptly.
Mac nodded before sitting up. "Really? I didn’t know that... You know what I hate though? When people say a person was found missing. If someone found them, then they aren't missing, right?"
Making eye contact, the man explained. "Somewhat. That is what is known as an oxymoron: a figure of speech that combines normally contradicting terms."
"Ohhh, ok."
On the surface this would seem like a normal conversation. But, upon further inspection it would appear a bit out there. This is mostly because the man, whom Mac is speaking with, does not exist. It is but, one of many side effects of his medicine. This certain effect only seems to happen when he is alone. Instead of simply talking to himself, his mind creates someone for him to chat with.
"We should really be going now; I think someone has been trying to reach you."
"Naw, if that was the case, my cell would have -- Fuck..."
Looking down at his wrist, Mac noticed his phone was blinking red. The blinking red meant he had indeed missed a phone call; whoever it was had left him a message though. Pressing a button on the device the message began to replay.
"Hey Mac-o, its Benji. Could you send a car for me? Thanks."
"What the fuck does that kid think this is? Yellow Cab? And then he didn't even say where he is! Looks like he wants to play my favorite game: Guess Where Mac's Foot is going."
Despite his constant complaining, Mac was happy to hear that Benji had made it back home. And the fact that there was no location given was not a problem either. There were a number of ways The 404's could use to track their comrades, one of which was an application installed into their GLOVE's. Turning his GLOVE on, Mac began to use one of those methods. But, before he could a giant envelope appeared on his HUD, representing that he had received a message.
He groaned once he saw it was from XIII. It wasn't because he disliked him, but because his messages were always encrypted and once decoded, the true message was still hidden in some riddle or metaphor. Although they never took Mac a long time to understand, he just disliked going through the trouble. Typing quickly, he replied to the message.
"XIII,
I know that mouse; he carries big ass laser cannon with him.
And if the big bad wolf gets too close, he'll put a hole in 'em bigger
than Texas. x_X
ShortCut."
Getting back to the matter at hand, he used his right hand to find a map of world on his HUD. Once found, he enlarged the image by pulling on the corners. There were red dots scattered about, but only one read 'Benny Boom'. Clicking it a few times, it zoomed in on the location.
"Raven Station!? I've told him about hanging out down there; nothing but whores, drug dealers, and convicts in that place... Now that I think about it, it does sound like a cool place, huh?" The question was directed to the man whom he was speaking with earlier. But, by now Mac was sobering up, so the imaginary man had disappeared, leaving him a bit shocked. "Man, I really gotta cut back on this shit..."
Massaging his eyes Mac got to his feet and staggered toward a subway car. There was only one in 404 HQ and it belonged to them; at least it did now. Using his GLOVE he remotely opened the door, then climbed in after it did. It was a newer model, but still only had basic features, plus a graffiti paint job. It had a built in A.I., not a good one, but it was good enough to navigate the tracks. Using his glove once more, he input the destination and waited for it to start up.
Ten minutes had passed by and it still hadn't started, which only infuriated Mac. He began reading the different graffiti signs as a way to pass time. His eyes soon found a freshly painted one, which was little hard to read. Short...Cut. S...U. XX. C. O. XX? He said the letters over and over until he finally understood. "Ya moma!" Outraged by the false accusation combined with the broken subway car, he stormed off into the tunnels.
"Fuck that train! I would rather board there, than ride that outdated shit."
Mac always kept his board lodged between his back and his bag. It was a bit uncomfortable, but very handy. Throwing the hoverboard to the ground, he hopped on it. Leaning back a bit, he added pressure to the back, therefore making it propel foreword. He would be at Raven Station in no time.
