Intro the First

[doubleppk]

Well now, this whole teleporting thing isn't too bad. If only they could control it they'd make a fortune. Well, not really since "they" apparently don't believe in money. I've never heard of such a thing. So backwards. The idea that "they" could be more enlightented beyond the needs of money is just plain ludicrous. Oh well! They don't know what they're missing.

I haven't gotten to explore all of this place yet, so anyone wind up somewhere interesting from this? Come on! Share the juicy details please!

Oh, right. I'm Fujiko Mine if I haven't met you yet. New Feather extraordinaire. And if anyone happens to know of a Lupin III, don't tell him I'm here.

[And anyone catching all this via audio (she's provided both options, feel free to ask her why) they can catch a few bars this being hummed in the background.]

Comments

[1week-wizard.livejournal.com]

It's a prison economy.

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

Even without money proper, there are resources to be considered here. [There is a connection to be made here. He just hasn't said it yet]

Pinged by the word money? NEVER.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure the Malnosso organisation get paid like everyone else. We're just not that lucky.

[But then labrats don't get paid. Kinda sucks. 8|]

[all7seas]

It would be a more interesting place were there treasure here, and that's the honest truth of the matter.

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Aside from the fact that everyone seems to be popping up and randomly attacking him lately, Raph has been mostly skipped by the current turn of events.

That is, until now.

One moment he was going at his punching bag in the dojo, the next he's completely turned around, disoriented, stumbling forward into what felt way too ominously like a tripwire.

A bell rings. Then another. Then another and another. He jumps into a crouch, only to hit another wire, this one sending weird balloon things up to the ceiling setting off even more alarms.

Then, the laser beam. This one he ducks and weaves with all the grace instilled by his ninja training, all in near complete silence.

That is, until he bends backwards to avoid the last beam and SNAP!.]

AAAAAAAARRRRRHGH! Son of a -!

[Have a sweaty, enraged fail!ninja turtle on your apartment floor, Fujiko. And why yes, that's a bear trap half-embedded into his shell.]