Open Misfire Log!

[microbrobotics]

WHO: Hiro + anyone with a comm!
WHERE: Your comm, courtesy of data-jumping and the server misfire event
WHEN: October 3rd
WHAT: Hiro tries to jump back into his own comm and misses. Badly. Repeatedly. Shenanigans ensue.
WARNINGS: Probably none!

[ The good thing about being able to data-jump is that it makes the commute into De Chima ridiculously easy. Set up two beacons - one in his comm, the other at his work terminal - and just follow that path back and forth. He doesn't even have to think and he's there.

Unfortunately, those beacons are just as dependent on the server update as the rest of the network ... and when the misfires start happening, Hiro's beacons get mixed up too. What should be a big bright arrow pointing to his comm is just complete garbage ... meaning he's going to end up in a whole lot of comms that he shouldn't be before he finally makes his way home.

For those getting the misfire, there's a only a quick ping, like receiving a message, before a very confused teenager's face appears on the viewscreen. He does, at least, keep from going through any data, but that means he has to look out at the surroundings to try and figure out where he is. Which means staring up at whoever's comm he's in now. ]

Seriously? Not again.

Comments

[blahnik]

You called me. Shouldn't I get your name first?

[ clear teasing made clearer as she does not give him time to answer, ] I'm Claire. What's this about trying to get home? Are you lost?

[microbrobotics]

[ He can't help but grin a little. ]

I'm Hiro. And - yeah, you could call it that. The network is completely messed up today.

[blahnik]

[ she knows that name. ]

You wouldn't happen to be Tadashi's brother, would you?

[microbrobotics]

Thaaaat's me. The younger, smarter Hamada.

[blahnik]

Is that so?

Well, Hiro, I can try to get your brother. [ the phone is set aside while she turns off the stove and moves the pan off the remaining heat. ] No promise with the state of the network. See anything close to you? A place you can stay?

[microbrobotics]

[ He looks confused for a moment. ]

Uh... I'm right here. I mean, I don't want to stay in the comm forever, but I'm pretty safe. Just don't turn it off.

[blahnik]

[ what. ] You're —

I'm sorry, did you say you are in the comm?

[microbrobotics]

Yeeeeep. It's a power. Along with being an amazing genius.

[blahnik]

[ ok. never hitting the 'off' button. ]

Can you come out?

[microbrobotics]

Sure. But I've been in here so long I'd probably fall asleep on your couch.

[blahnik]

I have it on good authority my couch is very comfortable. [ she sighs, and gives a little toss of her head. ]

Come on. We can figure out how to get you home once you're out of there. Do I put it on the floor or—?

[microbrobotics]

Uh, I can get out from here. Just ... maybe back me away from the stove a little.

[ Since he's going to faceplant into the floor anyway, he might as well at least avoid burning himself. ]

[blahnik]

[ she gets him as far from the stove as her little kitchen allows: behind the island, near a colorful child's playpen. just to be safe, she puts the phone on the floor and steps back from it. ]

[microbrobotics]

[ It makes him faceplant a little less, but he does kind of flop directly onto the floor when he appears. Skinny, about 5'1", and in a ratty hoodie. He groans tiredly. ]

Ugh, this is the worst...

[blahnik]

Oh, my God. [ he was actually in the —

oh, god. ] Are you okay?

[ barefoot and in the white dress she wore to work, claire kneels beside him. her face pinches in a concerned frown. ]

[microbrobotics]

[ He leans up on his hands easily enough, though he still looks quite exhausted. ]

Yeah, no, I'm totally fine. Just ... tired. Really tired.

[blahnik]

Come on. [ she takes him gently by the arm to help him up. ]

You can sit over here. Oh. Wait.

[ she lets go of him at the doorway, checking to make sure he isn't about to fall over, before closing the distance to the couch. napping on top of the cushions, a red towel under her cheek, an infant t. rex roughly the size of a dog. ripley opens a sleepy yellow eye when claire picks her up, towel and all. claire motions to the couch with her head. ]

Lie down. Go on.

[microbrobotics]

[ Wait. What. He rubs at his eyes blearily - that can't be what he thought he just saw. ]

-- is that a dinosaur?

[blahnik]

Yes, she is. [ and predicting what will be next, ] And she'll still be here when you've rested and I'll answer your questions as soon as I'm sure you're not going to pass out.

Now sit.

[microbrobotics]

[ He sits obediently, still staring. ]

Why do you have a dinosaur?

[blahnik]

Because she hatched from her egg.

[ claire steps back into the kitchen only long enough to deposit ripley into her pen. she tosses a mangled toy in with the dinosaur to keep her entertained. ]

Are you sure you're just tired? You're not feeling sick?

[microbrobotics]

You had a dinosaur egg. Holy...

[ He just shakes his head and flops back against the couch. ]

Just tired, I swear. This always happens if I jump around too much.

[blahnik]

The egg's still around. It's been preserved. Your brother's actually helping me with Ripley. [ claire shrugs. small world. ]

Speaking of him, I'm going to try to get him on the phone so he knows you're with me. Otherwise, once you're feeling better, I'll take you home. Sound good?

[microbrobotics]

Dude, he's been helping you raise dinosaurs but didn't tell me? Rude.

... And - uh, you can try? But if the network's still weird you probably won't find him. I'll just take a nap and then walk home.

[blahnik]

[ claire shakes her head with an amused smile. ]

I'll be right in the kitchen if you need anything. Try to get some sleep.