Year 1456
Scott was the first to wake up, realizing that he was still missing his glasses he started feeling around for them. Scott could feel that they where outside, on some grass. He felt Kitty, and then next to her shoulder he found his glasses. After putting them on he started getting the whole picture. Indeed they where outside, lying next to a small cottage. The land around them seemed to be a large field surrounded by a forest. To the left of them past the cottage, there were more buildings. Most of the buildings were made of straw and wood, but every once and a while there would be a big stone church. Scott stood up and stretched, lying on the grass had given him such a crick in the neck. "Mmmmuuhhhh" Scott looked behind him to see Kitty stirring from her sleep. "Uhhhh" she said again, "where are we?" Scott looked around, that was a good question. He had seen back in the lab, that when he shot at Kitty, there was a machine that was in front of her, maybe that had something to do with why they were here. "Like Scott, I said where are we?"
"Kitty I really don't know, but whatever happened doesn't look to severe. I think the explosion back in the lab shot us all the way to Bayville's, Renaissance festival. Come on, let's go find a phone." Scott helped Kitty up, he was starting to get irritated, all he wanted to do was go home and have a nice relaxing evening, but Kitty had to go and steal his glasses. Now look what she had gotten them into. The Professor was probably pissed, and they seemed to be in the middle of a dinky festival.
After walking a good distance tents started to appear, and with the tents came people. All the people were in costume, and the tents had swords for sale. Scott walked up to a clerk in one of the tents, "Excuse me sir, but where can I find a telephone?" The rather ruff looking man glared back.
"'ison bub, I don't know who you sink you is, but you ani't gonna make uh fool outta me." The man then turned to someone else and asked them what competition they wanted to sign up for.
"Wow I always thought the British were supposed to be nice people." Kitty said from behind Scott.
"Kitty, he's not British, he's just pretending to be. Everyone does that at a medieval festival." Scott turned back to the man, "I'm sorry sir, I think you miss understood me, I just want to know where the nearest telephone is."
"Did I just not tell you that I there is no gaming event called the tellerfone? Now leave me be."
"Sir, I'm not looking for a game, I need a phone."
"Boy you betta get outta here, or-"
"Now now gentlemen, what is the problem here?" I tall man who looked to be in his mid twenties stepped behind Scott. The man wore a shiny metal plate on his chest, the plate had an old crest on it, like the ones royal family's had back hundreds of years ago.
"This runt and that wench are causing trouble around here, I told them to go away, but they wont." The man from behind the counter spoke.
"Really, well we don't want two peasants to ruin our little fun." The tall man addressed the crowed, "what should we do with them boys?" There were a few shouts of 'put them in the stalks' and apparently the tall man agreed. "To the stalks with ye!"
"Um, like, we just want a phone, or the exit. If you could like, show us the way out of here, then nobody will get their like, fun ruined." Kitty put on the sweetest smile she could muster, but she didn't really get the reaction she was expecting.
The tall man looked at her; he wore a face of disgust. "You dare speak to me, you dirty wench!" Then he slapped her.
Kitty fell and Scott caught her, slowly let her down, then attacked the tall man. Scott ran towards the man and knocked him over. Punch after punch flew, but little did he know he was becoming surrounded. Scott managed to give the guy a black eye and a bloody nose before he was pulled off.
Kitty watched from the ground as Scott was pushed to the dirt by men in knight costumes. The next thing she knew, another man was lifting her up onto her feet, then smacked some chains on her wrists and neck. Kitty saw that the same thing was happening to Scott, but he was getting the crap beat out of him throughout this whole process.
Kitty and Scott were marched off to a small hut and shoved inside. As soon as the guards left Scott ran to the door. "What the hell! It's locked, who gets locked up in a festival for asking for a phone!"