Must be a hundred and nine (1-3)

Sheff · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:07 am

"Unless you have a chisel, get the hell away from the door!"

Kazz · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:29 am

Mako, having grabbed some coffee by now gave a very, very strange look to the bathroom, raised an eyebrow, and shook his head.

"I am not goin' to ask," he stated pointedly as the shark ingested the drink. "I'm just not gonna."

Tau · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:39 am

( Quickie.. Wanted to post something so as not to old things up, Sorry for my slowness recently..And if i left out any thing, if i did, Lemme know and I'll edit accordingly. )
Juneau had kept his focus fixated on the object in has hand while the deputy spoke and despite the deputy's actions only lifted his gaze from the handhelds screen a moment to glance towards the agitated CT. He'd return his focus towards the screen once more, waiting a few moments before replying to the question in a calm relaxed nonchalant tone as if it the raised weapon wasn't much more then one of the donuts the others seemed to be holding. ".. Mnn.. Your CO offered free room and board last night.. I've been here since accepting the offer.. " He'd thumb through a few of the handhelds controls as he spoke.

Myr had by now already begun to rummage through the satchel pocket the mantis had been occasionally pulling snacks from and liberated a few pieces of soft strawberry cherry fusion taffy and quickly went to work unwrapping the pieces and stuffing them in his mouth while simultaneously moving to seemingly rest on top of his green companions head.

Greens · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 5:49 pm

Ace was clearly not pleased by the sheriff's unwarranted barging into the one bathroom that her kind did not belong in. "What the f**k!" he shouted. "No one in this shithole teach you how to knock?"

Truth be told, as much as her lack of respect for personal space irked him (on a growing list of things), hiding the backpack was still priority one... another reason for him to get right up in her face.

Mie · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:53 pm

Meanwhile, starkly contrasted to the drama down the street at the YDPD, Jam ran a lazy finger though the leftover chocolate sauce pooling in the cardboard tray that once held a full order of Choco Nachos, and brought it to her lips with a contented sigh. She leaned back in her chair, and looked around the dinky little Burrito Bell they'd wound up in...

It was cramped, old, and in varying states of disrepair from corner to corner. A large section of crumbling drywall was lampshaded with a large window cling poster, which advertised something called "Grande Beef* Tostada Cheesito" (the other asterisk was mysteriously nowhere to be found). The musak was terrible, the windows were dirty, the floor was sticky, and she was even pretty certain she'd seen an employee walk straight from the stall out the door without washing her hands in the bathroom, but the mellow monkey couldn't have been more pleased to be sitting where she was for one reason, and one reason only...

Dropping her head over the back of her chair, the climate control vent she sat beneath now blew squarely at her face, and she grinned complacently but wordlessly towards her white accompaniment.

psikeout · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:12 pm

Unafraid of poor sanitation in light of other things he'd survived, Rock had elected for a couple combo meals' worth of food, and effectively plowed through no fewer than seven of the leanest-looking food item he could find on the menu (specifically, whatever they had that did not have beans and did not appear to be made of mystery meat). His appetite wasn't normally that large, but he had a couple good excuses.

As he crumpled up his many crinkly wrappers and wiped off his mouth with a barely-recycled-looking napkin, something outside caught his eye, and he stood with haste to dispose of the contents of his tray.

"Think that's his car," he blurted quickly, then flung open the door while simultaneously trying to guzzle down the rest of his freshly-refilled, super-fizzy fountain soda. It was a less-than-stellar idea that left him feeling like he had a balloon in his chest. Subsequently, his eyes pointed in opposite directions for just a split second before he muffled a painfully large burp into his glove. He then went back to trying to jog and drink the rest of the soda again without having learned anything at all, only to have the process repeat itself a few feet across the parking lot.

"Ow, burny."

He waved to the driver of the sleek, black sedan, doing little to feign normality. He also deposited his empty drink cup in a nearby mailbox in his "distraction." Or maybe just because he disrespected the town that much.

VJeff · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:21 pm

As Rekk noticed Rock waving him down, the sedan pulled over next to them and came to a stop. He rolled the window down and poked his head out, sunglasses on either to shield his eyes from the heat or just because they looked good with his suit.

"Hop in - wait." His eyes fell to Jam, and he pushed the sunglasses down just enough to squint at her hands. "Rock, hop in. Jam - wash the chocolate off your hands first."

Diluss · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:51 pm

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Something snapped. It was Ace or it was the panic dripping from every pore not turned to crystal on the hedgehog. But that was it, Jack was out of patience and she would tired of being belittled by people who seemed to have a poor understand of what it meant for someone to be sheriff.

Her jaw tensed, fear and concern vanished from her expression. Anger filled in quite well. She turned her attention fully to Ace,her hands tensed into hard fists. She suddenly moved, she got directly in Ace's face, her fist was already back before she started talking.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Jack roared at the cat.

"Hello?" Tails' voice, slightly muffled, rang through from the other side of the bathroom door.

Ace stood strong, gritting his teeth as Jack's breath permeated his space. His hands, his stomach, even his eyes seemed to tighten with a sudden snap, and somebody as close to his face as she was could certainly have noticed the way one side of his lip bent upward in a half-scowl. She wanted to start something here? That's fine with him.

"I know I belong in the men's restroom," he replied. "But you seem pretty sure about yourself, too."

"Guys..." said Sheffer, trying to interrupt the current argument. "Think we have a bigger problem then that..."

While he said that, the crystal reached the elbow of his right arm, bending right at the joint and kept on going. He didn't seem to realize yet that he had full mobility of the limb, the crystal grinding against itself as his arm bent and relaxed at times. The left arm was starting to receive the look of its opposite as well, the process repeating itself.

She'd had her fill of him. This was her station, her house. This level of disrespect was more then she could bare. Her instinct was to pistol whip his smug face. Luckily she instead grabbed him by the cream fur of his chest turning his naked butt towards the door her free hand swung with the sort of strength that surprised even her as she punched the smug bastard of a cat towards the exit to the men's room.

Ace didn't even seem to acknowledge Sheffer or his condition at this point, which was really a shame-- he probably needed the help. Rather, his mind was set straight on the little powwow he and Jack were sharing. And with a mindset like that, Jack would be hard pressed to start out and out grabbing his fur.

That hand was quickly shoved down with his own, but her other seemed to carry such intensity that even he couldn't stop it from passing. All over his cheek, as it were.

"Get the hell outta my station 'fore I let Target use ya as practice!"

While everything below his neck remained almost completely motionless, his head turned with the blow fiercely, his eyes shut as a small print of blood stained his muzzle. They opened slowly, deliberately, as he turned to face her again. And he didn't say a word. All he offered was a very dark sort of stare, quickly discarded as he moved past her in favor of the door. All he could do was give a quick, bitter sort of look before he moved out.

Tails slipped past Ace as he stalked out of the bathroom. The fox shot a dissatisfied frown back over his shoulder at the cat, before he turned his attention fully to the remaining two in the room.

Jack's rage seemed to be quelled no sooner then the feline was out of her sight. He'd rubbed her wrong since he arrived, and it felt good to finally strike back. Even if after all of that she felt guilty for it. Ace probably deserved to get hit after what he'd said. But it didn't make it right for her to lash out like that. "Sheffer... Maybe we should get you to the hospital?" She said softly. The change of subject a refreshing change of topic.

"I--" he stopped, and gave her a look of vague uncertainty, "I don't think that's a very good idea. I don't think they'll be able to do anything."

"Do you know what's causing this? How do we stop it? If we don't do something soon it'll form over Sheffs face and he... well..." She felt bad enough having fought with ace, she wasn't going to say aloud that Sheff's outlook wasn't good.

"I think--" he stopped, and glanced at Sheffer as a thought moved behind his eyes, "When we were in Eggman's cavern, there were a lot of these crystals around, they're--they were radiating really strange chaos energy, and he might have been exposed to a critical amount of it."

"Wait, you're radioactive?!" She said fear creeping back into her tone.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!" he yelled, annoyed beyond belief. The stress of the situation was really catching up to him now (if it hadn't before that is), and the actions between the sheriff and cat were not helping. "Isn't every f***ing morning you wake up with... with whatever the hell this is!" He motioned furiously towards the crystal, his hand now wrapped in the rock.

"I can figure it out," Tails said, abruptly.

Jack could say nothing, but her expression was clearly pleading. If something wasn't done immediately Sheffer may expire where they stood in the bathroom.

Tails bit his lip, and stared intently at the back of the panicking hedgehog's head.

"Can you get a chip of the crystal off?"

He stared blankly at the fox for a moment before looking down at his arm. It looked like solid rock now, more or less, but after a quick testing, he realized he could move everything, even down to his fingers. Really, it was more like a suit then anything, but it still didn't take away his concern for his own well being.

Sighing, he glanced to his other arm, and realized it was now identical to his right. Stifling a groan, he looked between the two, a small idea forming. Walking over to the nearby wall, he placed his left arm against the surface. Studying it for a moment, he then reared back a clenched rock-fist, throwing a direct, solid punch to the crystal shell. As it collided, it caused a large enough impact to have shards of rock suddenly explode outward, scattering across the room, even revealing a patch of skin beneath. But any hope he gained from the small accomplishment soon faded, as the crystal immediately grew back, returning to its original shape.

The golden griffin winced when the crystal mashed up against itself. A large bit nearly smacked her in the face, another hit the mirror sending a crack down its length. With a sigh, the sheriff picked up a larger chunk and offered it to the fox child genius.

Tails took the piece, and looked between the two of them.

"Wait a minute," he said, and turned away from the others, hunching over the crystal in his hand.

Sheffer could only slump against the wall then, his initial panic now gone, only replaced with a new, dreading fear. What would happen when the crystal covered his whole body? Would it suffocate him, immobilize his limbs? He didn't know, now falling silent, not acknowledging the still present griffin.

"Do you want me to stay with you, Sheffer?" She asked gently, looking at the poor hedgehog. She set a brave hand upon his shoulder, hopeful it wouldn't spread to her.

"I don't care..." he muttered sullenly.

Huddled up, some distance away, Tails grunted faintly.

After a few seconds, there was a gentle twanging noise, and then a series of beeps, on the cusp of hearing.

Mie · Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:58 pm

Rekk had corrected himself just the nick of time, for one of the monkey's fudge-smeared mitts had been just about to make contact with the door latch. With raised brows and a curious flutter of blinks, she inspected her hand, and then the conspicuously fancy car, the floor mats of which were probably worth more than she made in a year, and she grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, chief," she replied with an inappropriately jovial tone, promptly cleaning her hand on the seat of her shorts. With an impish smirk that seemed to ask, "See what I did there?" she reached for the handle once more.

And stopped.

"Just playin', Rekk. We don't have far t'go; Station's just a couple blocks over. Park it, and we can catch you up during the stroll."

VJeff · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:54 am

Rekk shot a look at Jam that may have been indistinguishable with one a parental figure gave before they said something that started with "Despite how clever you think you are..." but instead just got back into his seat.

"Yeah, okay. One sec." He said and drove off and parked at the closest meter. After about three minutes, most of which he apparently spent rummaging around in his car for change and putting it in the meter, Rekk was running back down the street towards Rock and Jam.

"Okay, let's go."

David · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:35 am

For the most part, the half-awake kangaroo rat could only stand awe-struck as complete and utter pandemonium broke loose inside the station. As soon as he managed to regain himself, Toby made a beeline for the bathroom that everyone was gathering in, but the thing seemed to be filled to the brim with hangers-on that were eager to help out the crystalline hedgehog. "Uhhh, uh..." Cotton's eyes darted back and forth as he tried to figure out something he could do to help, but before his brain latched onto anything significant, out popped Ace from the bathroom door. And then, all of a sudden.

Lightbulb.

Toby wispered over the noise from the bathroom as best he could. "Dude, they're all in there with... with the thing, right?" Toby motioned with his head towards the bathroom door. "We need to either get them away from it, or it away from them, or they're all gonna end up looking like green-bean!"

Kazz · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 2:33 am

Mako merely stared. Stared a bit more.

After a moment of listening in on the flurry in the bathroom, he threw his hands in the air with a yell of exasperation, before he looked at Toby, stepping towards him to listen to what he had to say. Oh, sure, he may not have been the intended recipient, but he may as well, and heard it anyway.

"No to intrude, mousey-man -- urrr, Toby?" he tried to recollect, never being one for names, and shrugged. "Soooo you mean this little RPG party's gonna be turned into rock candy?" he said with a hint of sarcasm, but more than that, confusion and exasperation. He paused, though, to consider, before mumbling, "Gettin' it away from them? ... No 'ffense or nothin', but how the heck's that gonna happen?"

David · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:34 pm

Toby paused for a moment as he contemplated the shark's question, then raised his index finger as a smirk spread across his face. "...Check this. Hey Kyle!!" Both the chao across the room wheeled around to the sound of Toby's voice. "Or Kyles, I guess..." He laughed a bit at the oddness of the thought.

"C'mere for a sec!"

Both chao looked at each other, question marks appearing above their heads. The two shrugged, and were soon screaming towards Toby, skidding to a halt about chest level to the boy.

"Ja ba mi, Toba?"

"Ooooh?" The second chao's head tilted, it's hand raising to touch its face.

Toby turned to the shark and the cat. "...If one of you guys can give me a distraction, I think we can get the "You know what" out of there without them noticing."

psikeout · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:16 pm

Rock had wandered pretty close by the time Rekk finished his trial with the parking meter. He didn't even make an uncouth remark about what a goody two-shoes the cat was; nevermind that the meter indirectly paid his employers who in turn paid him, and that he probably had authorization to completely skip the whole process as the situation demanded. Rekk was just that kind of straight-up guy. Rock looked skyward, puffed a near-whistling sigh, and looked amused.

"Aaanyway," he finally started, plodding along the sidewalk, "The dude who grabbed it is supposed to be here. I'm not sure about his name. Green hedgehog—Kinda skinny, got a blue highlight job in his spikes. I think he was alone in Eggman's base... No idea why."

They were soon drawing near to the weathered, old concrete walk leading up to the glass doors of the squat, brick sheriff's department. A few police cruisers lined the parking lot. No disasters looked to be happening from the outside. Rock paused well before reaching the door.

"Ace was gonna to keep an eye on him to make sure nothin'... bad happened, but I haven't been able to get in touch with him today."

Greens · Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:46 pm

Ace was clearly not in the best of moods upon his immediate exit of the bathroom, but he did stop to humor Toby's questionnaire. He did have a point-- no matter how frustrated or bitter he was, the emerald was still there. And he couldn't let his temper tantrum get in the way of the fate of the universe and all that. Even though it took him a bit, by the time Mako had included himself, and Toby responded, he had slowly but surely calmed himself down... even if he wasn't calmed down.

He shrugged, and puffed an air of irritation. "She just kicked my ass out. If I pop in there again, I'd be giving you more trouble than help." He paused for a moment, and couldn't believe what he about to suggest, hushing his voice a bit. "Why don't you just have onna ya' chao fly around her head, grab 'er hat or somethin' while the other grabs the emerald? It's in a backpack in the corner. I'm gonna go grab my stuff."

He turned around, but paused for a moment.

"...When you're done, just give the thing to me. I'm heading outta here early anyway. I might have a better idea of what to do with it." And with little else to say, he started walking off.

...In the direction of his donuts.

No, he wasn't too proud to grab those first.

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