What is with people today? Is it so hard to clean up after one's done with the kitchen? Lunch break over, Maggie shook her head, gave up, and threw her dishes in among the others. Grabbing a bottle of soda and her notepad she walked back to the office. The office was actually just a large truck container with a tent out from the side. When on the move... And besides, it was to expensive to build up houses they'd had to move when the rainy seasons moved over.
Hmm. Maggie scratched her head well back and seated in the usual spot where she worked with the papers. He sure wasn't from around here. Nice legs. Tourist, or reporter? She furred her brow. Yeow. He sure looked like he had had too much sun. Poor guy looked like he was about to faint. Hmm, well, if you don't drink enough water in this heat... the young woman shook her head with a smirk and sipped her soda.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god... oh gooood. Rick pressed a hand against his forehead and rounded some large tents and containers on his staggering way to the parking lot. Man! What was WITH this day for crying out loud! Well and finally back at the of the smaller sized black limo, he breathed out loudly and sunk back in over the backseat. Somebody had better explain this wicked dream..... waitaminute.... what date is it? Rick looked at his watch. Damn. Nope, it ain't April first. Can't explain it with that. It's not Halloween... Not the night before Christmas... It's just some hell freaky Tuesday. Rick hugged his head before looting the mini-bar.
Firia looked over to where her arch rival was disappearing to. Something was happening? Xelloss presence over her shoulder with attention towards the hills confirmed it. Something was up. Followed by the reappeared Mazuko she ran towards the shouting voices. She stopped on a safe distance to get an overlook.
Quite a few people had come running towards Mr. Dietrich as he was walking back to his camp, and quite a few of those were shouting and gesticulating wildly and upset. It seemed like something had gone missing. - And something important to boot. Firia furred her brow. Was it something they had found, as the Jerk had indicated before? She wished she could make out what they were saying, but they were to far away. Sometimes the cost of rebirth and surpressing all her real race's traits for the advantage of a family and a hole-proof human identity really did made her bite sour sometimes.
"IT disappeared?" Xelloss mumbled puzzled over her shoulder from where he stood behind her. She whipped her head back at an instant. Of course! SHE was almost lost of all her old talents, but he wasn't! Or at least might not be, - for all she knew.
"It?" She asked hoping.
"IT." Xelloss repeated low and narrowed his searching eyes. But WHAT...?
Okey, let's recap. The Boss sees some archeologist babe, and decides to rush off to Turkey. Hmm... Thinking about it, he'd actually had been interested in similar things before. Maybe it was the same woman then? Okey okeeeeey... Rick to reality, Rick to reality. The B-man gets a crush on some blond, digging, historian-schooled babe with nice thighs, dives off for Turkey, and gets beaten to pulp? And gets up? ... Naaa..... It didn't go well together. There had to be more. It HAD to be more, or he was going to be SLIGHTLY mad over the fact that his Boss made him go insane over a pair of nice thighs. Ah! Damn #/&%&¤ beer can! Hah, there, opened ya. OK, back to the recap... We flew to Turkey, I got an own room even at the hotel... - I should have known something weird was up... Then I get orders to find that Fanny woman... I found her, and she freaks out completely. Excuse me? Heeellooo? I don't look THAT strange. Snort! And then she waves around a damn shovel and calls me REZO. Who the HECK is Rezo? Then She goes crazy over da Boss too. If all women is that violent I'm gonna become a munch. Or a pries - ... Ah, no way! No way! ....Shudders. ... How the HELL did his boss survived that woman?
And here comes the Klingons.
- All though it looks kinda short for a Klingon, Rick thought to himself and shook the more empty than full beer can.
The figure staggered in the shadowed side of a truck, collapsed, and tripped down into the ground ditch that encircled the lot. Rick pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the car roof and squinted his eyes. Where'd it go? The young man shrugged and drowned the last of the beer and bent into the car to take another. He didn't find one, but compensated it with a small bottle of Swedish liquor instead. After flinching heavily by the raw taste, he looked over the few empty car lots that covered the space between his position and the truck, which the new guy had disappeared by. He sighed. Mumbling to himself Rick started to stroll over to the place and the edge of the ditch.
OK, that's no Klingon, he noted as he leaned hands on his knees - liquor still in hand - and looked down at the figure half sitting half laying in the ground ditch. Rick scratched his dark black/purple hair and leaned on the side of the dirty truck. Sure looked stage, it did, though. So why did he care?
"Hey." Rick looked lazily at the strange guy. He/it didn't move. "The Star Trek film set is the other way."
No reaction.
"X-Files?"
Not a stir.
Rick furred his brow and then threw out a hand on an I-give-up way. Ok, OK, I WILL help him. He thought. Somehow it felt unavoidable. Geez, not like he OWED him/it it... or anything...
"Oookey.. C'mere fella'...right." Rick stepped down a bit and grabbed the stranger's arm. Man! He was HEAVY! And gee... what lengths does people go these days to look original. Cool clothes though, if they weren't so torn and worn. Kinda like fantasy.