[Video] Friday, late morning

[catchingflies]

[The network is lucky. It missed out on one panicky teenager bouncing around and screaming as the spaceship shouted at him and alarms blared. The feed opens with alarms still blaring, but at least there's no more voices coming from the ship, and Todd is a little calmer, though he still looks pretty freaked out.]

Okay, so. I, uh, I think I got myself locked in. The doors won't open and somebody was goin' on about a lockdown. And there's some kinda weapon er somethin' in here.

[He shuffles nervously, looking around, then adds plaintively,]

Help?

Comments

[oreskahouse]

...You need extracting?

[Watchers, apparently, will forever and always be endowed with the ability to make him insane, even if they're odd children he hasn't really convinced yet, let alone sworn in.]

[catchingflies]

[What the heck's extracting mean? Todd replies while looking agitated and distracted.]

What I need is somebody to get those doors to open up again. An' this room to stop flashin' lights at me!

[oreskahouse]

I don't know a thing about the doors, but I could probably get you out of the room.

[Ugh, transportation spells along with establishing location? He won't be good for much else for a while.]

You're aboard the... ship?

[catchingflies]

Yeah. In one of th'cargo bays. I think, uh, somebody's already comin' to get me.

[Todd pauses and glances aside, looking even more nervous.]

... think he's kinda mad, though.

[oreskahouse]

Ah, you're set, then.

[He suspects "kinda mad" happens to Todd a lot.]

Best of luck?

[catchingflies]

Thanks. I'm gonna need it.

[Too bad Thero isn't going to come, too. Maybe if there was another person around, Magneto-but-not wouldn't get too obviously mad and, like, cage him up in metal or something.]