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Megaman

[recopy]

[The first thing that registers is probably the brightness--because, after all, the cyber world is a pretty bright place. The entire area here is suffused in electric blue of some hue or another, offset with the occasional geometric accent of lime green, and everything glows faintly around the edges, energized and alive. Even the air you breathe feels a bit electric, just a bit more charged than normal.

You're standing on a flat plaza of some kind, the floor paneled with glassy sky-blue tiles--it extends a fair distance, a couple dozen yards in every direction, but it also abruptly drops away to nothingess on all sides, should you walk far enough to reach the perimeter. Beyond the drop, there is a vast expanse of endless dark space, patterned with spiraling blue lights that seem to emulate the shapes of soccerballs, as if somebody had put them there in an attempt to offset the dizzying emptiness. (Maybe it's still a bit dizzying anyway, though, if you're not used to it and stare at it for too long.)

Fortunately there's other things besides the emptiness beyond to look at on this plaza, though, and that's the main thing here. You take a pace forward, and you realize the plaza isn't an isolated platform of its own after all; three paths seem to branch off from it: one to the left side, one to the right side, and one straight ahead. These paths are tiled the same way the plaza is too, although there's a slight change: while the paths ahead and on the left retain the sky-blue tile, the path on the right seems to be laid in purple tiles instead, and is thinner, looking almost a bit treacherous to walk out onto. Next to the start of each path there is a Mr. Prog floating patiently, seemingly waiting for something.

There's a Mr. Prog floating in the center of this plaza as well, waiting just like the rest of them. And, should you look around long enough, Megaman can be spotted here too, looking the same as always--if not a bit preoccupied. He's pacing a directionless path around the perimeter of the plaza, looking around for something, though he doesn't seem to notice your arrival yet.

Will you grab his attention, or take a look around first?]


((Warnings for some violence and character death hahahaha in some assorted memories! If you'd rather avoid these things, let me know and I'll give you a heads-up on how to steer clear :|b Otherwise friends and strangers alike are welcome!!))

[electrostatics]

[ This is a familiar environment, and he doesn't even pause to look around; this is something that's very comfortable to him.

Hmm. Megaman still wants to avoid him, right? So maybe he'll head towards the left path first. He looks at the waiting Mr Prog. ]

...Hey.

What's down here?

[recopy]

[Maybe Megaman still does, it's true. Or maybe not so much, in this particular place.....but either way, Elecman makes no move to hail him, and so he remains oblivious to Elecman's presence for now.

The Mr. Prog is definitely more responsive, at least; it perks up and turns to the Navi as he speaks up.]

OH, HELLO! [It's as cheery as a typical Mr. Prog would be, at any rate.] THIS PATH HERE? UP AHEAD IS ACDC SQUARE! LOTS OF FRIENDS LIKE RELAXING THERE. BUT BATTLES ARE NOT PERMITTED, SO PLEASE DON'T START ANY! [The Prog pauses for a moment.] AND DON'T MIND THEM. IT'S A LITTLE EASIER WHEN YOU JUST TRY NOT TO TAKE IT PERSONALLY, YOU KNOW?

[electrostatics]

Try not to take it personally, hmm. Okay.

[ He's going to head off down that left path, then, without another word. He's sure he can handle whatever lies ahead. ]

[recopy]

[The Mr. Prog moves aside agreeably enough as Elecman starts off down the path, and it's a pretty uneventful walk after that. ...Mostly. Has it been a few seconds, or more like half a minute? It's a bit hard to tell just how long the path might have been, for some reason, but then he's on the other side, and another plaza opens up before him.

ACDC Square has a different set of tile pattern, though of course it's still some varying form of blue. It's bigger than the earlier plaza was--and not nearly as empty. In fact, there are a fair number of generic-type NormalNavis wandering around here too, and the warm mumble of absentminded chatter fills the air. A wide yellow BBS board sits in the middle of the square, new messages blinking on its display; and off to the side there's a little stand with a Chip vendor Navi waiting behind it.

Seems like a pretty typical internet Area square, really. Though the NormalNavis all simultaneously look up and stare as Elecman enters the plaza...before they resume milling about seemingly as normal again.]

[electrostatics]

[ Huh.

He has no interest in talking to the NormalNavis, staring or not (though he feels mildly confrontational about it), so he's going to go and look at the BBS board. He wonders what he'll find on it; whatever this is, it's odd. He needs more information. ]

[recopy]

[Oh, he has no interest? But the NormalNavis do have an interest in him, as it quickly turns out. Elecman might attempt to make his way to the BBS board, but he'll find himself waylaid by a NormalNavi on the way there, drifting up to him from the side before he has the chance to get a good look at the contents of the board.]

Hey, hey you, you came from over that way, right? [She's blandly curious, it seems.] Did you see him over there? That blue Navi...

[electrostatics]

What about him? [ He doesn't turn to look at the navi; he resents having his personal space bubble interrupted by anything. And something about the words she says are...familiar. ] He's just walking around by himself. It's not like navis don't do that all the time.

[recopy]

[The Navi seems blandly undeterred by Elecman's refusal to look over, and hums in a blandly neutral sort of way at the reply.]

Oh, sure, but I'm not talking about that. Have you heard, the way he acts sometimes? It's just not natural...

[And, with that bland remark, the Navi wanders off...though another Navi in passing seems to catch the gist of her words, and shakes his head as he walks by:] Right? No need for a Navi to be programmed like that, I say. What's next? Navis that need to eat, too?

They say he's from SciLab, though, can't be surprised... [So chimes another one off to the side.]

I heard somebody saw him cough once. What's that even supposed to do?

There's such a thing as being too human, I think...

[And so the vague warm mumbling in the room starts to solidify, like this, the words getting more discernible. It's not a very pleasant feeling that washes over along with the babble, something detached and rather lonely.

All that aside, Elecman will have to get a bit closer to the BBS board to really get a good look.]

[electrostatics]

[ Loneliness is something he's intimately familiar with. It's never bothered him much, but his operator had always been...

Well.

He tries not to dwell on that, but all this gossip just...irritates him. He's easy to rile, when you press the right buttons. ]

Don't you have anything better to do than say meaningless words? [ His voice is -- aggressive. Don't start fights, whatever. Since when had he ever paid attention to that kind of thing? ] If you don't have anything else to say, shut up.

[recopy]

[ELECMAN NO, REMEMBER WHAT THE MR. PROG SAID......

But, if anybody in the square is aware of a temper being set off, nobody makes any indication of it. The NormalNavis nearby simply glance over and shrug indifferently, and continue to wander on about their vague business, and the words of their chatter retain that half-solidity, keeping that detached cold loneliness in the air.]

But we don't have anything else to say! That's how it is...

It's just odd...that sort of Navi...

[electrostatics]

[ ....Ugh, never mind. Some of the tension goes out of his shoulders when they just repeat what they've been saying. If they're this brainless, then there's no point wasting his energy, right?

Maybe he'll just...look at the BBS board instead. What's on that? ]

[recopy]

[A good plan! Indeed, the closer Elecman gets to the BBS, the quieter and more inaudible the chatter around the square becomes...and, should he close the distance properly, he'll soon find a warm and happy feeling seeping over the cold loneliness from earlier under the yellow light of the board.

There aren't a lot of messages posted here, but all of them are new, the little red unread labels blinking away:]

[NEW] Still waiting :(
[NEW] HEY NETBATTLE REMATCH
[NEW] Ms Yai is concerned
[NEW] Just a reminder
[NEW] Touching base

[All the posts are well within reaching distance.]

[electrostatics]

[ ...That's a nice feeling.

He's not going to go through other people's messages, but he can guess who some of them are from (the capslock he's almost certain he knows the sender of), but...

...It's good to have friends. He never would have guessed that Megaman had to deal with so much of this.

'Don't take it personally.'

He just sighs and turns away from the board, not interested in talking to the chip trader; it'll probably get him more of the same, anyway.

He heads back the way he came, carefully avoiding catching Megaman's attention if he can, and...

There was one path that looked different from the others, right? So he'll take that one. If all else fails, he can fly.

...Probably. ]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Whoa. Shawn takes a few seconds to orient himself, because 1) this sure reminds him of all those cyberspace movies he binged on as a kid and 2) this has to be a dream. A dream induced by weird protein gels, but a dream nonetheless. He thinks.

It's a bit overwhelming, if he's honest with himself, and so instead of lingering around the plaza, he goes for the path straight ahead. He does, however, stop by Mr. Prog and tilts his head to the side at it.]

Hey there, little guy. [He reaches out to touch it.] What're you doing here?

[recopy]

[JUST A BIT LIKE THAT ONE TRON MOVIE ISN'T IT SHAWN....

Going straight ahead seems to be easy enough; unaddressed, Megaman is oblivious to Shawn's presence for the meantime, and so Shawn makes it to the Mr. Prog in question without incident.

Despite their cute exteriors, Mr. Progs generally aren't touched in their line of work! So the reaching out on behalf of this visitor is...odd....but the Prog doesn't really shy away, at least. Instead it tips its head up to look at Shawn, its perpetually happy face unwavering as it simply floats in place and allows itself to be petted. (It feels like--a hard and smooth sort of not-plastic, more than anything else.)]

OH, HELLO! [It's got a pretty distinctive voice, to say the least, and its mouth moves only imperceptibly as the words come out.] I AM HERE TO...WELL, I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU INFORMATION, I SUPPOSE! SO, HERE I GO! [It takes a breath that it very obviously doesn't actually need.] IF YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS PATH AHEAD, I'M YOUR PERSON! IF YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE OTHER PATHS INSTEAD, YOU CAN REFER TO MY FRIENDS, WHO ARE STANDING AT EACH OF THOSE! OR, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AREA IN GENERAL, THAT GUY OVER THERE MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP YOU TOO!

[The Mr. Prog turns towards the rest of the plaza behind Shawn--it might be indicating the other Mr. Prog floating in the dead center of the area back there, or it might be indicating Megaman, still aimlessly pacing around the perimeter. It's a bit hard to say... (These things are a bit more difficult when you don't have arms to point with, but--it's the thought that counts?? Yes.)]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[HE WASN'T GOING TO SAY IT OUT LOUD...

Shawn doesn't know what he expected when he petted Mr. Prog. It's a cyberspace world. He almost sighs at himself for trying, but he's not gonna back down from petting the guy. He commits to the actions he makes, dangit.]

Huh. Well, okay - if you're my guy, tell me everything I need to know.

[He glances back at the pacing Megaman. Poor bro. Maybe he'll double back and check, just before going forward.]

[recopy]

[Clearly Shawn isn't a man of indecision, at the very least! The Mr. Prog probably appreciates it. ...Probably. Again, hard to tell with that perpetually smiling face. But anyway--]

OKAY! WELL, THIS PATH HERE LEADS TO LAN'S PET! [Each letter in PET is enunciated, there, as if it's a sort of acronym.] IT'S YOUR LINK TO THE REAL WORLD--THE PEOPLE OUT THERE ARE REALLY IMPORTANT, AFTER ALL! YOU WOULDN'T BE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY WITHOUT THEM. IT'S ALWAYS GOOD TO KEEP THOSE SORTS OF MEMORIES IN MIND, ISN'T IT?

[unfulfilledpotential]

[A link to the real world, huh? Shawn's not sure what a P-E-T is, but it sounds like it's super duper important. The pacing engineer bro'll have to wait a big longer for him.]

I'd say so, yeah. Thanks, uh... Mr. Rabbit-Thing.

[That is probably not the guy's name, but heck if Shawn knows the real one. Instead, he stops petting it so he can keep moving forward. Maybe he'll find whatever his shipmate's looking for.]

[recopy]

OH, I'M A MR. PROG, ACTUALLY! BUT YOU'RE WELCOME!

[CLOSE ENOUGH SHAWN...CLOSE ENOUGH....but, with the line of questioning finished, the Mr. Prog faces away towards the plaza again, and Shawn can start down the path unhindered. ...It pans out into another plaza, this one the exact same size as the last.

There are some differences, though. In here the dark backdrop of spiraling soccerball lights has faded out to a sort of ambient green paneling that glows gently--it's hard to tell whether it's actually a wall of green light or just more empty space in a different color. But more importantly--and much more prominently--a screen of some kind sits suspended in the middle of the area, straight ahead, stretching across the area big enough in size to be comparable to a movie theater's display.

On the other side of the screen is...a boy's bedroom, from the perspective of a camera sitting tipped-up on a desk. There's a bed with yellow covers, anyway, with a black backpack and a pair of rollerblades tossed carelessly on top--and there's a window to the side that filters in sunlight, a soccerball sitting on its sill. A couple of colorful action posters line the walls here and there. A blue dresser stands half out of sight, with a glint of golden trophies sitting on top of it. Nearer to the camera, though, on the table, there's a keyboard and yet another screen just barely cut off to the side--a computer's screen, maybe? A glow indicates that it's on, though the contents of its monitor are indiscernible...but there are faint peals of rock music coming from that general direction, filtering through into the plaza.

And, nested in a corner between the computer outside and the edge of the screen, is a photo in a frame propped up on the desk. There are two very small brown-haired boys huddled together in the photograph, one wearing orange and the other wearing blue. They look identical.

Towards the bottom of the screen from Shawn's end of things, though--and well within reaching distance--is a sort of menu, the sleek square buttons floating suspended in the air themselves. Each button has a line of text...]

[Chip Folder] [Navi] [E-mail] [Area Map]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Mr. Prog? Not gonna lie, Shawn likes "Mr. Rabbit-Thing" better. It suits the little guys, but a proper name's a proper name - so he'll remember it for next time.

As he enters the plaza, his gaze is drawn towards the boy's bedroom. It reminds him of his room, and Cory's room, except way neater. Guess the kid's mom actually gets on his case about laundry and things like a clean floor. (Plus, the kid's got good taste in music!) Shawn bops his head along to the beat, walking towards the menu.

He's not one for investigating - intruding? - but he'll take a peek at the menu. After some deliberation, he hits the button called 'Navi.' That has to mean something, right?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Uh...

[this is not what he was expecting. he's been a man of science and a man of magic, both, but this is... well, if he didn't know better, he'd say he was inside of a video game (har har har).

he stands around for a moment, trying to figure out where to start... but seeing as Megaman is by far the most familiar thing in here, he decides he may as well play it safe before he goes running off on some geometric... digital... adventure...]

Oy, hey! [he'll wander towards him, eyeing the edge of this platform and how it seems to just kind of... drop...] What're you looking for?

[recopy]

[If Megaman is at all perturbed by the drop or how close he is to it, out on the perimeter of the plaza like this, he certainly doesn't seem to show it. But he pauses in his steps and looks up when Robin speaks up, blinking in mild surprise as the latter wanders over.]

Oh... [Give him a moment, but--ah, he remembers this face. (He kind of can't...forget faces, generally, thanks eidetic program memory.) This guy was--one of Mattias' friends, right? A fellow engineer from the Fleet, he's pretty sure, even if it's been awhile and they hadn't spoken much until now--] You're--Robin, right? It's nice to meet you again! ...But this is sort of an odd place for it, isn't it?

[His expression clouds just slightly for a moment, considering this oddness, but the 'common sense' bit of his conscience is off elsewhere in this night of calibrations--and so Megaman's manifestation quickly concludes that this probably isn't a very pressing question anyway. Moment passed, he frowns a bit at the question instead, something faintly unhappy.]

I'm looking--I'm looking for Lan, actually. I don't suppose you might have seen him, recently?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he tilts his head just a little at this being a strange place to meet up. at least Megaman knows where it is, wherever... it... is... he is more than happy to let the question slide as he moves away from it.

Lan? he looks back over his shoulder, at the rest of the platform, as if someone who could be Lan might suddenly appear and answer the question for him.]

Ah, I haven't. I'm not even sure what he looks like.

[recopy]

[Well, it is strange!! Normal humans don't usually show up in the cyber world like this--because the cyber world is what this is, and by comparison to everything else all around them, Robin stands out like a sore thumb.

But the discrepancy slips by concern easily enough--especially with this much more important subject on hand, now. Megaman blinks as Robin looks around, but then Robin's words sink in, and he has the decency to look at bit sheepish.]

Oh--right! Yeah, I guess you wouldn't... we're usually together all the time, but he's--he's not in the Fleet right now. [He glances aside as he says this, unhappiness crossing his face. But after a moment he looks up to Robin again, visibly pushing that thought aside.] Ah, but we look a lot alike! Though, he's a bit taller than me already, probably...he's still a growing kid, and all. Um, he always has this headband on, he tends to be wearing orange a lot of the time too...

[He gestures a bit, and then looks around at the platform for himself.]

I've been trying to find him, but so far I just...I can't seem to reach him. [He looks up to Robin again--a bit hopefully, now.] ...Would you like to help me find him? I mean, if you've got the time, and wouldn't mind...