Hiya! Warning: Finding Nemo humour alert!
I peer round the corner, looking for life. The only thing I find is more bare corridors. How many rooms does he need? I walk down it, my clawed feet clinking on the floor. I haven't heard a thing. If there are 591 other experiments, where are they? I turn the corner, and come face-to-face with a walking volcano. The experiment stands on 4 legs, has a curved back with several holes in it and two horns on it's head. He yelps slightly, scuttling back in surprise. I do to, out of reflex. Ok, so that's surprise. I get my breath back and look at him. He tilts his head and says; "Who're you?"
"I'm 592." I say, clasping my hands behind my back. "Who're you?"
"I'm 502." He smiles, offering his hand. I take it, but snatch it away, crying out. He's scorching! He smiles apologetically, holding it out again. I take it warily, but thankfully, it's cool. "Sorry, I was just in training. So," he says, walking down a corridor, me following. "You're the newbie."
"Er, yeah." I say, trying to remember this route. "Look, could you, um, show me round, please? I've just been made, so I'm kinda lost."
"Oh, sure, no problem." He says, turning down a sharp corner. "I'm the lava experiment, but there are loads of different types. So, what can you do?" Uh-oh. Think fast. I can't just say I'm a video camera, he'll laugh at me.
"I, er, have a Cinematic Memory." He looks at me, impressed. He turns back to the corridor, and then stops by a door. He turns to me, grinning.
"Right, this is the kitchen." He taps his foot on the door, leaving a smoking foot-print. He pushes the door open with his nose, and walks in. I follow him, pushing the record on my ear, and see three experiments. One is bright yellow with tiny ears, long antennae and a squashed looking head, one is a bird with bright pink feathers, a long beak and large eyes, and the last one is large, purple, has a large flat tail and a large mouth. The yellow one is dipping his hand in a jar of purple goo, the bird is perched on top of a machine, looking into the clear part beneath him and the purple one was sniffing around the floor for something. 502 coughed to get their attention. They looked at us, and then crowded round.
"Hi there, newbie! I'm 323!" says the bird cheerily, flitting about from side to side in the air. His voice is squeaky and hyper-kid-like.
"How's it goin'? I'm 513." asks the purple one, sniffing at me curiously. His voice is deep and gravely.
"Hi." The yellow one says simply, holding his hand out. I take it, then let go sharply. He just zapped me! He realises what he'd done, and then said; "Sorry, I'm the electric experiment, 221." Great(!) I happened to make friends with the injury squad(!)
"I'm 592." I say sourly, rubbing my hand. I perk up though, peering about. "What exactly do you do here?"
"What do we do here?!?" says 513, grinning at me, shaking his head. "We eat!" Eat? Oh, yeah! The way we get energy. I follow them to the table as 323 flies to the top cupboard. He opens it, but yelps, flitting backwards. Another experiment crawls out. This one looks like an orange crab with large eyes and 4 pincers. He crawls down the wall and stops on the work surface, crawling to a lidded jar. He crawls to the top of it protectively, looking from side to side. As 323 flies near, he puts his claws up and says;
"Aayyy! Aayyy! Just keep moving, Tweety! Shove off!" 323 looks hurt for a second, then flies to the cupboard beneath him and pulls out a jar of something. He flies back to the table ("Yeah, that's it. On yer' way, buster." From the crab.) And deposits it on the table. 221 un-screwed the lid and poured it into a bowl. 513 nosed it towards me. I looked at it, fascinated. So, this is food. I paused, unsure what to do. I shrugged, then picked the bowl up and tipped it towards me. The sticky sweet stuff poured into my mouth. I closed my mouth, the substance in it. Hmm… I swallowed, enjoying the taste of it. I grinned, licking my teeth.
"That was, er…" I paused, searching for the word. "Churanama!" I said in Turian, grinning at the others. "What was it?"
"Syrup." Says the crab, crawling over the floor towards us. He climbed up the leg of the table and onto the top. He looked at me, grinning. "The name's 297."
"592." I took his claw and shook it, making him bounce slightly.
"So, after you first meal," says 502, looking at me from the floor. "D'ya think you could show us what you do?" I smirked, pressing the stop button. I then stood back slightly, so everyone could see me, then pressed playback. They stared for a few seconds before gasping slightly, trying to move closer.
"Well, I'll be…" said 297 quietly, watching himself protect the jar. He turned to 323 and said; "Sorry, mate."
"Na, it's 'right." He replied, grinning. I'm actually a bit surprised by their reaction. I didn't think I'd be this popular, on my first day as well! Huh? What's with the sudden silence? I turn off the playback and glance around. They're all watching the door. I turn to see what they're gawping at. Huh? Who's this guy? It's another experiment. Except this one isn't like the others. He has red scales, black leg and arm scales, jet-black eyes, no nose, two pale orange horns curving over his back and when he opened his mouth to say;
"Who've we got here then?" I could see sharp fangs. I didn't like his tone. Hmm, the first person I don't like. I decided to ignore that feeling and try to be friends. I jump off the table and approach him. He stares at me, eyes narrowed, arms folded. Creepy guy. I stand in front of him, and offer my hand. He tilts his head to look at it, and then back at me, growling in the back of his throat. I withdraw my hand, frowning slightly.
"I'm 592." I say, staring into his incessant eyes, trying to stare him out.
"555." He states simply, walking around me. My eye's starts twitching in annoyance. This guy is really pissin' me off.
"Hey, buddy." I say, looking at him. "Why're you circling me? What were you, a vulture in another life or something'?" I hear another experiment; probably 323, giggle quietly, and stopped by 555's glare. He turns back to me and stands in front of me, growling. He leans forwards slightly, so we're nose-to-nose less.
"(I was here first, so what I say, goes…)" he whispers, narrowing his eyes. I smirk, lean back slightly and flick where his nose might have been, whispering;
"(Byoiiing…)" He snarls, rubbing his 'nose'. Serves him right, the tro-! Erk! What the-? His hand came out of nowhere and grabbed me round the throat! He snarls again, lifting me up slightly. Oh, Blitsznack! He's cuttingoffaircan'tbreathe. I grab at his hands, trying to get him off me. I can see… stars… can't… breathe… everything… fading… I hit his hands, but I know it's too late… I can see him smirking cruelly as my vision dims… Suddenly I'm dropped to the floor. I gasp, sucking air back into my lungs, coughing. I think 513 clubbed him away, sending him flying. 221 helps me up, me coughing like mad. He looks at 555, growling.
"What the quista was that for, 555?!?" he yells, glancing at me. I rub my throat, feeling the puncture marks of his claws. I look at my hand. It's stained blue. Wait, hold up… That means I'm… Bleeding! I freeze, staring at my hand. "Are you alright?" 221 asks, looking at me. He looks down at my throat and understands why I look so shocked. Well, obviously I'm shocked! Blood is supposed to be on the inside! Not in your hand! He jogs to one of the cupboards and pulls out some white material. He comes back and wraps a little of it around my neck wound. I look at 555, now getting up off the floor, snarling.
"The little nala's too cocky for her own good." He growls, wiping yellow goo off his lip. "I had to do something to bring her back to Turia." He turns to go, holding his chest slightly. I expect broken ribs. I can't help but smirk. Suddenly, I see Jumba walking past, moving his head from side to side. He spots me and grins, coming in.
"Ah, 592. Good. I am needing you assistance in my lab." Whoop-ee(!) I've been sliced open and he wants recordings!
The description of 555 is from Void99
I peer round the corner, looking for life. The only thing I find is more bare corridors. How many rooms does he need? I walk down it, my clawed feet clinking on the floor. I haven't heard a thing. If there are 591 other experiments, where are they? I turn the corner, and come face-to-face with a walking volcano. The experiment stands on 4 legs, has a curved back with several holes in it and two horns on it's head. He yelps slightly, scuttling back in surprise. I do to, out of reflex. Ok, so that's surprise. I get my breath back and look at him. He tilts his head and says; "Who're you?"
"I'm 592." I say, clasping my hands behind my back. "Who're you?"
"I'm 502." He smiles, offering his hand. I take it, but snatch it away, crying out. He's scorching! He smiles apologetically, holding it out again. I take it warily, but thankfully, it's cool. "Sorry, I was just in training. So," he says, walking down a corridor, me following. "You're the newbie."
"Er, yeah." I say, trying to remember this route. "Look, could you, um, show me round, please? I've just been made, so I'm kinda lost."
"Oh, sure, no problem." He says, turning down a sharp corner. "I'm the lava experiment, but there are loads of different types. So, what can you do?" Uh-oh. Think fast. I can't just say I'm a video camera, he'll laugh at me.
"I, er, have a Cinematic Memory." He looks at me, impressed. He turns back to the corridor, and then stops by a door. He turns to me, grinning.
"Right, this is the kitchen." He taps his foot on the door, leaving a smoking foot-print. He pushes the door open with his nose, and walks in. I follow him, pushing the record on my ear, and see three experiments. One is bright yellow with tiny ears, long antennae and a squashed looking head, one is a bird with bright pink feathers, a long beak and large eyes, and the last one is large, purple, has a large flat tail and a large mouth. The yellow one is dipping his hand in a jar of purple goo, the bird is perched on top of a machine, looking into the clear part beneath him and the purple one was sniffing around the floor for something. 502 coughed to get their attention. They looked at us, and then crowded round.
"Hi there, newbie! I'm 323!" says the bird cheerily, flitting about from side to side in the air. His voice is squeaky and hyper-kid-like.
"How's it goin'? I'm 513." asks the purple one, sniffing at me curiously. His voice is deep and gravely.
"Hi." The yellow one says simply, holding his hand out. I take it, then let go sharply. He just zapped me! He realises what he'd done, and then said; "Sorry, I'm the electric experiment, 221." Great(!) I happened to make friends with the injury squad(!)
"I'm 592." I say sourly, rubbing my hand. I perk up though, peering about. "What exactly do you do here?"
"What do we do here?!?" says 513, grinning at me, shaking his head. "We eat!" Eat? Oh, yeah! The way we get energy. I follow them to the table as 323 flies to the top cupboard. He opens it, but yelps, flitting backwards. Another experiment crawls out. This one looks like an orange crab with large eyes and 4 pincers. He crawls down the wall and stops on the work surface, crawling to a lidded jar. He crawls to the top of it protectively, looking from side to side. As 323 flies near, he puts his claws up and says;
"Aayyy! Aayyy! Just keep moving, Tweety! Shove off!" 323 looks hurt for a second, then flies to the cupboard beneath him and pulls out a jar of something. He flies back to the table ("Yeah, that's it. On yer' way, buster." From the crab.) And deposits it on the table. 221 un-screwed the lid and poured it into a bowl. 513 nosed it towards me. I looked at it, fascinated. So, this is food. I paused, unsure what to do. I shrugged, then picked the bowl up and tipped it towards me. The sticky sweet stuff poured into my mouth. I closed my mouth, the substance in it. Hmm… I swallowed, enjoying the taste of it. I grinned, licking my teeth.
"That was, er…" I paused, searching for the word. "Churanama!" I said in Turian, grinning at the others. "What was it?"
"Syrup." Says the crab, crawling over the floor towards us. He climbed up the leg of the table and onto the top. He looked at me, grinning. "The name's 297."
"592." I took his claw and shook it, making him bounce slightly.
"So, after you first meal," says 502, looking at me from the floor. "D'ya think you could show us what you do?" I smirked, pressing the stop button. I then stood back slightly, so everyone could see me, then pressed playback. They stared for a few seconds before gasping slightly, trying to move closer.
"Well, I'll be…" said 297 quietly, watching himself protect the jar. He turned to 323 and said; "Sorry, mate."
"Na, it's 'right." He replied, grinning. I'm actually a bit surprised by their reaction. I didn't think I'd be this popular, on my first day as well! Huh? What's with the sudden silence? I turn off the playback and glance around. They're all watching the door. I turn to see what they're gawping at. Huh? Who's this guy? It's another experiment. Except this one isn't like the others. He has red scales, black leg and arm scales, jet-black eyes, no nose, two pale orange horns curving over his back and when he opened his mouth to say;
"Who've we got here then?" I could see sharp fangs. I didn't like his tone. Hmm, the first person I don't like. I decided to ignore that feeling and try to be friends. I jump off the table and approach him. He stares at me, eyes narrowed, arms folded. Creepy guy. I stand in front of him, and offer my hand. He tilts his head to look at it, and then back at me, growling in the back of his throat. I withdraw my hand, frowning slightly.
"I'm 592." I say, staring into his incessant eyes, trying to stare him out.
"555." He states simply, walking around me. My eye's starts twitching in annoyance. This guy is really pissin' me off.
"Hey, buddy." I say, looking at him. "Why're you circling me? What were you, a vulture in another life or something'?" I hear another experiment; probably 323, giggle quietly, and stopped by 555's glare. He turns back to me and stands in front of me, growling. He leans forwards slightly, so we're nose-to-nose less.
"(I was here first, so what I say, goes…)" he whispers, narrowing his eyes. I smirk, lean back slightly and flick where his nose might have been, whispering;
"(Byoiiing…)" He snarls, rubbing his 'nose'. Serves him right, the tro-! Erk! What the-? His hand came out of nowhere and grabbed me round the throat! He snarls again, lifting me up slightly. Oh, Blitsznack! He's cuttingoffaircan'tbreathe. I grab at his hands, trying to get him off me. I can see… stars… can't… breathe… everything… fading… I hit his hands, but I know it's too late… I can see him smirking cruelly as my vision dims… Suddenly I'm dropped to the floor. I gasp, sucking air back into my lungs, coughing. I think 513 clubbed him away, sending him flying. 221 helps me up, me coughing like mad. He looks at 555, growling.
"What the quista was that for, 555?!?" he yells, glancing at me. I rub my throat, feeling the puncture marks of his claws. I look at my hand. It's stained blue. Wait, hold up… That means I'm… Bleeding! I freeze, staring at my hand. "Are you alright?" 221 asks, looking at me. He looks down at my throat and understands why I look so shocked. Well, obviously I'm shocked! Blood is supposed to be on the inside! Not in your hand! He jogs to one of the cupboards and pulls out some white material. He comes back and wraps a little of it around my neck wound. I look at 555, now getting up off the floor, snarling.
"The little nala's too cocky for her own good." He growls, wiping yellow goo off his lip. "I had to do something to bring her back to Turia." He turns to go, holding his chest slightly. I expect broken ribs. I can't help but smirk. Suddenly, I see Jumba walking past, moving his head from side to side. He spots me and grins, coming in.
"Ah, 592. Good. I am needing you assistance in my lab." Whoop-ee(!) I've been sliced open and he wants recordings!
The description of 555 is from Void99
