h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*In an unusual convention from most security brigs, this one places the confiscated weapons and gear of its imprisoned within feet of the cells (in a series of teleporter vaults protected by a thumb-print scanner, of course). The "cells" don't have locks. Even more unusual, these cells are capable of being held in one's own hand. The cells in question are jewel cases that contain CDs, each CD inscribed with the name of the prisoner. At the end of this corridor is a large machine that consists mainly of an input device capable of reading CDs, a very large computer, and a device that looks like a matter-reintegrater, similar to those used for teleportation beams on most star ships in the Donut Federation. A sign next to this machine says, "The CLI Digital Cell. Avoid the Death Penalty Debate by compressing your villains to a digital format! It's cheaper and more convenient than burial services or maintaining regular cells! Just another fine product of CLI. Crater Labs, Incorporated-Making Mad Science Happy Since 1999!"*

*Following a loud explosion from outside the door, the door to level five slides open*

*Incidentally, the door leads to F127150?thread=347531 for when it's needed*

*A very green mouse scurries in, squeaking in terror. He scampers behind a stack of CDs, knocking some over, which he reads in interest.*

[Yar, Bass, and Treble arrive. Yar looks at the CDs. A wide grin crawls onto his face with some effort, then settles firmly down.]

[Yar] ... Holy Zarquon's singing fish! I shoulda KNOWN he'd be in one of these ...

[Bass] It'd be REALLY bad if the wrong one got broken, so let's not try any funny business, huh?

[Yar] Well ... maybe ...

[He uses the Force to try and locate Affy5 ...]

*Kudos-Mouse sees several very villainous names and descriptions, but Kudos-Mouse stops at seeing one with an odd label*


Age: Unknown
Face: Unavailable
Gender: Not known
Culture: Ambiguous
Description: Adventure Person

CD History: Shipped to Prison with guarantee of evilness. Contents never examined.


*Kudos-Mouse spots this a few moments before the Force does. At this exact time, Affy4 wanders in and grimaces*

Affy4-There's a great amount of evil here. What, again, is our task?

*Kudos grabs the disc with his tiny hands and heads over to the machine, avoiding careless feet as well as possible. He puts it in the machine and starts it up....*

*The sound of a teleportation beam can be heard, and a form slowly materializes. Wearing what appears to be standard adventurers gear, a blue cape and a sword, Afgncaap5 falls out. He lies on the ground for a moment before looking at the available characters (though he doesn't notice the mouse)*

Afgncaap5-So...are you Sith or Jedi?

Affy4-*At seeing someone very similar to himself in appearance, readies his sword but does nothing*

*flameboy NYC huffs in the room, bustles by the characters and starts searching for his own record. A few moments go by before he does a double take with the double Affies...*

*...and as Kudos-mouse looks surprised to see NYC looking like normal NYC, Kudos himself becomes normal sized spike-headed Kudos. He looks at Affy5 in disbelief, not seeming to recall what he wanted to do about finding him...*

Affy5-Ah, Kudos! NYC! How nice to see you all! *Glances at YK and Affy4* And I'm going to hope that it's nice to see the two of you as well. This looks like a STUMPED party, so you would be Y2K then? And this...um, this barbarian-ish me....I've got no idea who you are, I'm sorry. Hold on, we've got a lot of catching up to do, but first....

*Affy5 runs over to the armory and presses his thumb to the pad. Out comes what looks like an elvish sword, a metal gauntlet and a leather-bound book of spells. Affy5 picks them up and equips them. The sword begins glowing red just as Affy4's sword begins to glow blue*

Affy5-Hm. I wonder why....Oh, that other me's sword is out. Dangerous in here, isn't it?

*NYC decides not to deal with the situation (and his soon-to-be carnivorous persuer) until he finds his holding record. Which is, of course, at the very bottom of one pile.

Age: 20
Face: [face]
Gender: Male
Culture: New Yorker
Description: Confiscated itemry of one NYC Student, supervillian. Handle with Care, extremely flammable.

NYC places the CD with his name on it in the machine, and out pop his outfit and supplies confiscated upon his capture. He then roots through the pile and emerges with a foam fire extinguisher, which he subsequently douses himself with*

[NYC] Ahh, that's better.

[Kudos] Y'think you could do my leg here? It's kinda--

*FOOM*

[Kudos] , that's cold!

*In rushes Tusk, snarling furiously. Both elvish sword glow much brighter*

Affy5-Ah! What is THAT???

Affy4-He appears to be a monstrous forest or mountain creature!

Affy5-Is he a STUMPED member?

*Affy5 watches as Tusk attempts to rip off NYC's arm. This, unfortunately, does not answer the question of whether or not Tusk is a STUMPED member*

lol!

*NYC grapples rather panicked at the sudden emergence of the very, very carnivorous Tusk, and blasts him in the face with what's left of the extinguisher before smacking him upside the head with the extinguisher and diving back for the pile o' weaponry and armor*

*Affy5 watches this and laughs*

Affy5-Oh, you STUMPED members! You haven't changed a bit, have you?

*So saying, Affy5 begins whistling and walks out of the Brig*

*Kudos, ignoring Tusk and NYC, protests vaguely to no one in particular:*

But... but... I found you... oh, sheez... where the heck is Krylma?

*starts digging through the CDs again*

*Kudos finds no more CDs with labels that would indicate Affy5's presence. Affy4 just looks confused*

*Kudos shudders as he gets the feeling that something important is slipping from his grasp. He remembers that Affy5 has left the room*

*running* Wait!!!!

*NYC, with his very temporary reprieve from Tusk's attacks, dons a gas mask and yanks out a tear-gas launcher -with 'LAPD SWAT' still marked in stencil on the side- and fires a canister straight into Tusk's gut. In the smoke, NYC quickly gathers up his belongings with the intent of a expedient escape*

*Tusk keels over, and the gas begins to affect him. He's still coherent enough to block NYC's exit and try to strangle him, though*

*NYC, fully armed (sans one fire extinguisher), fires two more canisters at Tusk until the fog in the brig is pea-soup thick. He then starts stumbling in the general direction of the exit*