Part 2, dun dun duuuuuuuuun!

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Interview with the POTO Characters

~Modern Technology~

"Well," Era started as she sat on the edge of 21's desk in the waiting room, "I think I'm done all the interviews that I wanted to do."

"So what are you going to do now? Send them all home?" 21 asked.

"What? Of course not! I said I was done interviewing them. That means that it's time to move on to the second phase of my plan," Era answered.

"And what exactly is your plan?"

"It will all be revealed in good time. For now, just trust that I got this covered. By the way, did you show everyone to their rooms on the next floor?"

"Yeah, poor Meg though. She has no roommate," 21 sympathized.

"It's better to have no roommate then to have Carlotta," Era corrected with a sigh.

"That's true…do you think we should check up on all of them?"

"No, I think they'll be fine for the next hour."

~oOo~

"Raoul!" Christine hissed as she walked up behind her husband hesitantly. "Don't touch it! You don't know what it is!"

"It's in our room, I don't see why we can't find out what it does," Raoul reasoned as he looked at the small machine sitting on a desk against the wall.

"It could be dangerous!" Christine worried.

"We faced that monster and we lived, I'll take my chances. What's the worst it could do, anyways?" Raoul dismissed before hesitantly pressing one of the small buttons on the machine. Suddenly out of a small spout pointing downwards a dark liquid began to leak out, steam emitting off of the growing puddle.

"You broke it!" Christine cried. Raoul quickly put his hand against the spout to stop the leak. He gave a loud yelp as the coffee burned his hand and immediately pulled away.

"It's burning!" he yelled in pain as he held his throbbing hand.

"Let's go back to that hospital room to get your hand looked at and warn someone about that thing!" Christine suggested. Raoul nodded his head with a sniffle as Christine lead him out of their room.

~oOo~

"Daroga, do you see any piece of furniture that is closed in?" Erik asked as he wondered the bedroom connecting from their main room.

"Erik, you can sleep on a bed," the Persian answered, annoyed, from the next room.

"I'm used to a coffin, and I prefer to keep it that way…I fear this girl will be the death of me," Erik said with a sigh.

"If you keep letting her get into your head, she will be," Daroga commented.

"It's that stupid book!" Erik ranted as he walked back into the main room "You can't possibly understand, Daroga, what might be there and-Daroga? What is that?"

"A TV," the Persian answered from where he sat on the couch, watching the television set.

"TV?" Erik echoed.

"While you went roaming around for your sleeping area when we first arrived in the room, 21 showed me how to work this device. It can all be controlled by this," Daroga held up the remote in his hand.

"Fascinating…what can it do?" Erik asked, looking from the remote to the television in amazement.

"I've been studying it…and I believe it's some sort of device that allows one to stalk another person without being noticed…and look what 21 showed me to do," the Persian pressed one of the buttons on the remote and the channel changed. "You can change who you stalk,"

"Amazing," Erik said in awe as he looked at the screen longingly.

"I thought you would like it," Daroga commented with a chuckle.

"See if you can find Era on there, I want to find out what she's planning," Erik instructed.

"In a moment, this young couple is getting through a traumatic reunion," the Persian said while changing the channel back to what he had been previously watching. Erik rolled his eyes before looking around. He paused when he noticed a square device sitting on a desk in the corner, a small basket of packets, a few cups, and a kettle beside it.

"Daroga, what's that?" he asked while pointing at the device. The Persian looked at it and shrugged before turning away.

"I don't know," he answered. Erik hummed as he walked over to the machine and looked it over carefully. After a minute of looking at the small area that he guessed was a door and at all the buttons, he pressed the large button at the bottom right hand corner of the machine. The small door suddenly opened, revealing the rotating plate inside.

"Interesting…but what do you do?" Erik wondered out loud. Looking at one of the little packets that read 'butter', he grabbed one and threw it inside the machine, closing the door behind it. Pressing a random combination of numbers the device suddenly lit up inside and the rotating plate began circling slowly.

"Daroga, look! The machine lit up and is spinning!" Erik announced excited.

"Strange," the Persian mumbled, not looking at the phantom. Erik opened the microwave and examined the melted butter that was oozing out of its package.

"It heats it up," he concluded before growling, "Someone stole my torture chamber idea but made it small and useless to kill a human being unless you shove their head inside, and even then their body will be moving around and be a nuisance…hmm, maybe I should test it to see if it's more useful then I assume it is," Erik looked over at the Persian.

"…Daroga? Are you busy?"

"Shh, the couple is getting back together!" Daroga hushed while looking at the screen intensely. Erik hummed in thought.

"…I could always grab the fop…but it'll be troublesome to get him here without Daroga noticing…I'll continue putting food inside and press alternate buttons to find the hidden functions of this machine,"

~oOo~

"Era?" Meg called as she walked up to the girl sitting on 21's desk.

"Yes?" Era answered.

"Can you please find me a roommate? I feel uncomfortable and left out without one," Meg asked.

"Well, I usually fall asleep at my desk, so I can put a couch in my office for you to sleep on," Era suggested with a shrug.

"Thank you! And to think that the other's speak bad things about you," Meg smiled. Era laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, I can't imagine why," suddenly a piercing sound was heard as the fire alarm went off.

"What is that?" Meg asked in panic, coving her ears immediately.

"Just the fire alarm," Era informed while hopping off the desk.

"Ha! So that's what it does! If you burn something long enough it will send off an alarm that will distract enemies enough to kill them!" Erik's voice yelled in discovery. Era sighed.

"I got this,"

~oOo~

"Erik, what the hell did you do?" Era asked in bewilderment as she looked at the destroyed microwave shocked, the fire alarm having been turned off.

"I put that strangely shaped lamp inside," Erik answered with a shrug.

"Why?" Era questioned.

"I'm experimenting, and I believe I'm close to discovering what this is for," Erik replied with a nod.

"It's for heating food!" Era exclaimed.

"No, that's too simple,"

"He never accepts that things can be made simple," the Persian commented with a sigh as he looked at the two from where he stood a safe distance away from the microwave.

"It's for heating up frozen food! Geez, Erik, you could have killed yourself! Or set this whole place on fire!" Era yelled.

"I'm used to things catching on fire; it happened a lot when I experimented with my torture chamber. And if I had killed myself, it would be a blessing," Erik retorted.

"No more touching technology that you don't know how to use," Era ordered.

"OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!" the three in the room all turned to the open door leading to the hall where the voice came from. Raoul was crawling on the floor, trying to get away from the vacuum sucking his pant leg up.

"Hold on Raoul!" Christine called as she smacked the vacuum with a broom. Era sighed.

"I can't leave any of you alone, can I?" she mumbled as she walked over to the vacuum and unplugged it. Raoul immediately scrambled away and Christine relaxed.

"That's it, you're all going to be bunking in my office from now on," Era announced.

"What?" Erik protested angrily.

"You're all going to sleep in my office whether you like it or not,"

"Where are we going to sleep in there?" Raoul asked curiously.

"Well…Meg gets the couch that I'm having put in there, and the rest of you can sleep wherever you find room, that's your punishment for blowing up a microwave," Era announced.

"What's a microwave?" Christine questioned.

"Erik," Daroga growled. "Apologize, so that we can have our room back,"

"Apologize? I did nothing wrong!" Erik argued.

"So it's settled then," Era sighed. "You guys can talk out the details of your sleeping arrangements,"

~oOo~

"You couldn't apologize," the Persian mumbled from where he lay on the floor of Era's office.

"Nope," Erik answered with a yawn as he moved closer to the wall. "Besides, between being pressed against the wall and being beside you, I feel enclose and more satisfied with this sleeping arrangement,"

"How is it that you always get your way?" Daroga inquired. Erik shrugged.

"Brains…but the consequence of getting my way is bad fortune,"

"What is your bad fortune out of this sleeping arrangement?"

"We were forced to share a blanket and I gave it to you because I would rather die than share it," he answered. The Persian nodded.

"Good point,"

"Can you two please shut up and sleep?" Era whined from where she curled up under her desk.

"Why are you under there?" Daroga asked.

"…I dunno…it looked comfy," Era answered with a shrug.

"Shh, I just got Raoul to go to sleep," Christine whispered while pointing to Raoul who was curled up in ball on the floor sleeping like a baby. There was silence in the room for a moment. The Persian couldn't help staring up at the ceiling, fidgeting every once and a while.

"Here," he finally said, draping the blanket over Erik.

"Daroga, at any point this evening did I mention that I wanted it?" Erik mumbled.

"I pity your back luck," the Persian answered.

"I live underground, I don't mind the cold. You, on the other hand, are from a very hot country, take the blanket, I really don't care,"

"People who sleep in coffins get really cold too," Daroga chuckled and Erik growled.

"Just take it," he snarled. The Persian waited for a moment before getting an idea.

"We can always share,"

"Hell no-" Erik froze when he felt the other man cuddle up behind him. "What are you doing?"

"You like enclosed spaces, and I'm cold, win-win," Daroga pointed out.

"Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck," Erik kept mumbling to himself miserably as he was forced to stay like that for the rest of the night.


A/N-Lolz, the last scene there was really a bonus for me, I just can't help myself. So anyways, be awesome and don't feel shy to drop by a review!