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There's your post, @Thundercrash.
Hal put up his hood as he left the house, sneaking over to Richard's house, the gauntlet sticking out oddly from his sleeve in places. He knocked on the Calhoun's door, hoping Richard would answer, but to no avail. Instead, Mrs. Calhoun opened the door.
"Hello, can I help you?"
It took Hal a moment to recover. "Um, yeah, is Richard home? I need to talk to him."
"May I ask why?"
"Uhh..... school project, and I forgot to ask for his phone number?"
"All right then... He's just across the street, at the Callahan's." His mother shut the door as Hal turned and started walking.
Callahan, Hal thought. That's Sophia, right? The one who kicked Largent's large end to the curb? All the better. He jogged across the street, and knocked at the Callahan's door. When someone opened the door, Hal paused for a moment.
"Surprisingly not the weirdest thing I've seen today. Is Richard here?"
"Hello, can I help you?"
It took Hal a moment to recover. "Um, yeah, is Richard home? I need to talk to him."
"May I ask why?"
"Uhh..... school project, and I forgot to ask for his phone number?"
"All right then... He's just across the street, at the Callahan's." His mother shut the door as Hal turned and started walking.
Callahan, Hal thought. That's Sophia, right? The one who kicked Largent's large end to the curb? All the better. He jogged across the street, and knocked at the Callahan's door. When someone opened the door, Hal paused for a moment.
"Surprisingly not the weirdest thing I've seen today. Is Richard here?"
I'm working on my post, I should have it up tonight.
If I may make a suggestion, it would be logical and plausible for everyone involved to say, "Well, it seems that I have magically made it to bed and lost an entire day of my life. Maybe I should figure out what just happened." I would imagine we'd want to compare notes, as it were, and meet up. The Calhoun residence seems like a logical destination; regardless of the current character relationships, we all know Richard was the one who got beat up by Largent, and was at detention. I imagine we have school directories (I kinda used that seg-way, so if we don't then there are some red flags going up), so we could all head to Richard's place. If Sophia would rather have some "fun" at her place, then Mrs. Calhoun could easily redirect us across the street to where Richard actually is.
I apologize for my absence, I am also a high-school student and my school has been dropping assignment bombshells left and right. Will try to keep up with this!
Thursday March 21st, 2016
Hal followed everyone aboard the strange ship, and ignored what everyone else had to say, as he instead focused on trying to find buttons to push. A weird spaceship has to have fun buttons to push, right? He was so thoroughly engrossed in finding said buttons, he failed to notice the extending apparatus above him, and was caught completely off-guard when it switched on. The last thing he could remember before blacking out was a single thought.
Well, shit.
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Saturday March 23rd, 2016
Hal woke up Saturday morning to the sound of his alarm. His arm felt heavy as he reached to shut it off-
and his eyes snapped open at the sound of crunching wood.
He stared in shock, and not quite horror, as he stared down at his hand, encased in a heavy, golden gauntlet. Where the hell had this come from? After a few seconds, he could place its familiarity; he'd drawn a gauntlet just like it before he left...
Wait just a second. The last thing he remembered was the inside of that strange sky-machine. How in the world was he in his bed? Hal got up, and changed into some fresh clothes. He glanced at his phone as he went downstairs;
"Saturday. It's Saturday. How is it Saturday? I must've passed out for longer than I thought." He went in search of his father, hoping maybe he could shed some light on things. He threw on a sweatshirt, pulling the sleeve up over the gauntlet. He slowly opened the door to his father's "office", finding him passed out over his newest piece. That figures, Hal thought. All right, Plan B. That directory had to be around here somewhere...
Hal starting quietly rifling through his father's drawer, raising the school directory triumphantly. He went through it, looking for familiar names. Finally, he found one. "Richard Calhoun. He's the one Largent beat up, right?" He copied down the address, and set out. It wasn't too far away. The gauntlet was starting to become very annoying, and slightly worrying. If strange things started happening to him, then surely the others would be affected too...
Hal followed everyone aboard the strange ship, and ignored what everyone else had to say, as he instead focused on trying to find buttons to push. A weird spaceship has to have fun buttons to push, right? He was so thoroughly engrossed in finding said buttons, he failed to notice the extending apparatus above him, and was caught completely off-guard when it switched on. The last thing he could remember before blacking out was a single thought.
Well, shit.
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Saturday March 23rd, 2016
Hal woke up Saturday morning to the sound of his alarm. His arm felt heavy as he reached to shut it off-
and his eyes snapped open at the sound of crunching wood.
He stared in shock, and not quite horror, as he stared down at his hand, encased in a heavy, golden gauntlet. Where the hell had this come from? After a few seconds, he could place its familiarity; he'd drawn a gauntlet just like it before he left...
Wait just a second. The last thing he remembered was the inside of that strange sky-machine. How in the world was he in his bed? Hal got up, and changed into some fresh clothes. He glanced at his phone as he went downstairs;
"Saturday. It's Saturday. How is it Saturday? I must've passed out for longer than I thought." He went in search of his father, hoping maybe he could shed some light on things. He threw on a sweatshirt, pulling the sleeve up over the gauntlet. He slowly opened the door to his father's "office", finding him passed out over his newest piece. That figures, Hal thought. All right, Plan B. That directory had to be around here somewhere...
Hal starting quietly rifling through his father's drawer, raising the school directory triumphantly. He went through it, looking for familiar names. Finally, he found one. "Richard Calhoun. He's the one Largent beat up, right?" He copied down the address, and set out. It wasn't too far away. The gauntlet was starting to become very annoying, and slightly worrying. If strange things started happening to him, then surely the others would be affected too...
Something inside Hal screamed at him, screamed like nothing he'd ever felt before:
ADVENTURE!
Hal scrambled after the strange ship, trying to vault over any of the oddly-placed and illogical obstacles that he was supposed to be cleaning up along the way. He could feel it, deep in his bones. Somehow..... he was meant to follow it. Not that he needed encouragement anyway; he figured the first thing he was gonna do when he got there, was touch it. Then, then he would climb on it! He was willing to bet it would make Om or his mother very angry.
Hal liked to think it made them feel alive.
ADVENTURE!
Hal scrambled after the strange ship, trying to vault over any of the oddly-placed and illogical obstacles that he was supposed to be cleaning up along the way. He could feel it, deep in his bones. Somehow..... he was meant to follow it. Not that he needed encouragement anyway; he figured the first thing he was gonna do when he got there, was touch it. Then, then he would climb on it! He was willing to bet it would make Om or his mother very angry.
Hal liked to think it made them feel alive.
Sounds good to me.
Hal showed up in the park, dressed in a dark sweatshirt and some old jeans. Unlike his de-facto partners in crime, Hal hadn't gotten chewed out when he got home. His father was soft, not really the kind to dole out punishment. He simply told Hal not to do it again, but, "Between you and me," he was kind of proud that his son had planned to defend the downed Richard. It wasn't exactly "heroic", as his father put it, but it was good enough for Hal. What worried him was the thought of what his mother would say. She was a lawyer, after all. Punishment was her specialty. Typically, she avoided it, but when it came to her son, the dogs of war were quite..... loose. He hoped that he'd have enough of a story to tell after this special detention to make her lay off, but... one can never be too sure.
He approached stealthily, hoping to see Om before Om could see him. Since Hal couldn't see Om, he'd either already lost, or beat him here.
Hal didn't like either of those outcomes.
When Mina asked when this whole charade was getting started, Hal took the opportunity for social activity, anything to get his mind off his mother.
"No clue, Ice Queen. I assume whenever ol' Om gets here. Hope it isn't too long."
He approached stealthily, hoping to see Om before Om could see him. Since Hal couldn't see Om, he'd either already lost, or beat him here.
Hal didn't like either of those outcomes.
When Mina asked when this whole charade was getting started, Hal took the opportunity for social activity, anything to get his mind off his mother.
"No clue, Ice Queen. I assume whenever ol' Om gets here. Hope it isn't too long."
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