Again, my apologies for the late chapter. Enjoy anyway... if you can :P
To Glitch, it looked like Rasa was trying his best not to look like a fool.
Lima was the only one who didn't stare at Rasa accusingly. Everyone else was either doing that or just looking plainly at Boomy, where Aubrey's complaining voice went on and on. She had never liked being in the '70s, so being in the '80s wouldn't make much of a difference. She demanded a return right away. She had yet to learn the era's moves, but she and Angel just barely managed to earn enough points from Boomy so they could return. Glitch decided to stay out of everyone's way and just hover leisurely above the puzzled crowd. Lima gestured at Rasa, and they manned the computers until the time machine finally opened, the lines of purple showing before the light grew bright again, and Aubrey appeared first. Angel was behind her, a displeased look on his face.
Glitch took one look at Aubrey's snobby face and grimaced. Her hands were on her hips and there was a sneer on her face. "Well, thanks to that little silliness, I'm going to need a stylist," she declared, and sashayed out, her hair slightly puffed up. Angel threw everyone an apologetic expression and mouthed something that was probably the word 'triste.' Glitch lingered aloft, and Rasa shook his head at him. The dance apprentice merely crossed his arms.
Not long after, Boomy began shaking, and Lima pressed a button on the boombox, and the new that followed quickly changed into Emilia's voice. "We can't continue our show here! I thought you programmed the computers right, Rasa." A couple dancers turned pointedly towards the not-so-trusty DCI leader, bur Rasa swallowed and tried not to appear fazed by the prying eyes. Emilia went on a roll, with Bodie trying to calm her down. Rasa loped off to one touchscreen device and Glitch saw images and texts spread out across the technological screens; a purple background with light-colored letters, symbols and sometimes images. This time, the ghost-prodigy didn't interfere.
The two halves of the time machine separated, glowed, shone fire-bright, dimmed, and returned to normal, all in the course of a few seconds. Emilia was the first one that entered Glitch's sight. Bodie was behind her. They didn't look pleased at all. Rasa looked away. Emilia demanded for Riptide to be sent back to the '00s right away. Lima agreed with them, and the two lifeguard-themed dancers were sent back to the '00s. Glitch decided not to cause too much trouble just yet.
Everyone waited expectantly for Boomy to ring once more and for Flash4ward to return, but they didn't call. Lima predicted that the two would instead be enjoying things, but Rasa declared that they be taken back and sent to their proper era. "You know how those two didn't respect the time-space continuum last time. What if the same things happens to the '70s? It's better to keep them in one timeline."
After a bit of vicious debating, it was finally decided that they follow Rasa's words despite the current goings-on. They contacted Flash4ward using Boomy. Just like what Lima had guessed, they were simply enjoying themselves at the Free Skate venue. They weren't as successful as Lu$h when it came to the fans, however. "Well, yeah. At least they've got hot dogs," Lil'T said. Lima shook her head. "Well, I suppose you can't have your hot dog unless you want it to come back up in the timestream," she said, her voice purposefully loud. Glitch heard Lil'T snort. The ghost groaned inwardly, and Lima continued to talk to the sisters.
On went the long, persuasive conversation that took up ten minutes. With one method or another, Rasa finally managed to get the two to be sent to their proper era. They didn't need to return to Headquarters for that, so they communicated with them through our their way to the '90s. While Lu$h were stuck at an expensive styling salon, Mo was unable to go alone without a crew. He was put on hold reluctantly by Rasa, which actually made Glitch a little relieved, even though he knew the timestream had no strong influence on his health anymore.
With the time shuffle sorted out, Mo announced that he was leaving to check on Glitch once more. Rasa dismissed him shortly, and Glitch followed his mentor obediently on foot. The strange thing was that Mo took a longer route that also passed the Lowdown subways. For a moment the African-American circled the area. A few other dancers, such as the Hi-Def backup dancers, waved and called, but Mo shook his head and went on. Glitch wished that he could cheer his mentor up somehow. Holy Chocolate Popsicles, he thought frustratingly, this isn't working out right. He longed for a way to lighten up his mentor's dim mood. As Glitch shadowed his mentor in complete since, he was trapped neck-deep in thought.
With a long sigh, he tailed Mo until they were approximately a mile away from the hospital; Glitch could sense his true self strongly. He didn't follow Mo any further, as he didn't think he could bear a moment longer with the solemn air that he felt from Mo. He turned back with a slow walk, his back hunched, but then shot up to the skies again. Perhaps he had another chance? He would ask Rasa if there was a way for him to reveal not only the fact that he was just fine, but also the existence of ghosts. Maybe, if he took advantage of the capability of solidifying, and binding that with the high-tech equipment of the DCI, something could work out. He never really knew who was the brain behind all the sophistication, but hopefully Rasa and Lima would suffice.
With that new hope rising in him, he flew fast and swift on his way back to the Headquarters. And if all went well, hopefully he wouldn't be there to prank. On his frantic flight to the underground HQ, he passed a tall building embroidered in bright diamond-like lights. He descended, finding Lu$h exiting the building and entering a pricey car. Glitch pitied the hairdresser that had spun Aubrey's hair into such an 'art,' as the Lu$h 'leader' must have yelled at some poor expert many a time. Assuming that the crew would arrive short after Glitch, he continued on his way back.
Newborn anticipation in his heart, he made it to the HQ faster than a racecar.