Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitors
Summary: Petofi, Quentin, Trask, and Magda wind up in the future...not 1969... but 2009! How will they handle it? Is it what they expected? AU
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Count Petofi stood over Barnabus ready to kill him if necessary. He had to know how to get to the future. Think of it! The kinds of music, what they wore, their culture. It would all be so fantastic he knew it! "Now Mr. Collins, are you going to tell me? or not?" This was probaby the millionth time he'd asked.
"I don't know and even if I did why would I tell you?" Barnabus said pinned to the bed by the cross on his chest.
There was a loud knock on the door upstairs. Petofi left to see who it he could probably guess among a handful of people he knew. Opening the door he saw a man no older than about twently four years of age dancing around strangly. "Dude can I use your toilet?"
"My what?"
"You should have gone before we left idiot!" A girl of about twenty came up behind him.
The man seemed surprised. "You mean you don't have one?"
"Well I can't say I do if I don't know what you're talking about." Petofi chuckled.
"Hold that thought." The man ran off into the woods and soon returned without his dance.
The girl rolled her eyes and motioned for the other man to lead the way to wherever they were going. It was dark out and Petofi didn't see it until now how strangley they were dressed. Not like Gypsies no he didn't know what to compare them to.
"Where do you come from?" he asked curiously. steppnig out of his door for a moment.
They turned around. The girl glared at the guy obviously he messed something up. "Uh well uhm.. uh.." The guy stuttered for a while before finally stating. "New York!"
"You certainly don't dress like anything I've seen before."
The girl's glare didn't ease up. "Uhhhhh.... its a new fashion! yeah!" The guy was obviously lying.
"Come now the me the truth."
The two looked to one another cautiously. a big long uh escaped their mouths as they tought of something to say.
"Come now I'm not an imbecile. I know you don't belong here in this time. Now do you?"
"I told you we should have come in costume." The girl whispered harsly to the man.
"Pfft.. girls; always wanting to dress up!" He rolled his eyes. "Besides! I couldn't figure out the tie."
"Oh please mister promise you wont say you saw us!" The girl pleaded.
"Oh I wont be tellnig anyone because you'll be taking me with you."
"HUH?!" The two gasped at once. Was this guy for real?
The guy looked at the girl who immediately pulled a thick book out of her bag. "Dude whats you're name?"
"Count Petofi." He stated simply. He read the title of the book and in large red letters on the cover, spelled out: PEOPLE NOT TO INTERACT WITH!
"Soo...???" The guy asked.
"Nope not on the list!" The girl said breathing relief as she closed the book and stashed it back into her bag. "Maybe for a visit... No promises!" She said pointing at Petofi who in turn nodded.
After telling Aristede to keep an eye on Barnabus and things. He ade arrangements with the visitors and secretly left with them.
Their strange contraption of a time machine was puzzeling but exciting for Petofi. On the way to the future he would need to learn about the machine and the culture if he were to make an impression.
[AN] This chappy is crud............. -.- I hate first chappys they are always BSed oh well.. the rest will be okay.. but this!!!!!! this chapter can go to the garbage if i had a better chappy to put in its place. oh well its only a default chapter to get thnigs moving..... soor for the quickness of it and the HUGE plot holes that are totally there..... oh and don't worry... Petofi found his way to the future by this meas.. the others will find their own way! ^.^ but I'm not going to give them special chappies! you'll just have otwait and see! Muaha! evil of me eh?....sorry.. oh man i shouldn't have had sugar! please R&R and I know ts a cruddy chappy.. but oh well...