Place your bets -- Gillian (33)

Once we got off the plane, we were herded -- there's no better word for it -- into another room, almost identical to the one in the first waiting room we had been in, except this one had windows. Through the windows, there was a beach, and some palm trees. Considering my previous experiences with Agency windows, I wasn't sure I trusted these windows.
We were told to sit, and wait. I hated being ordered around and kept in the dark like this. I felt like the youngest intern all over again.
Ellen then walked off. Greg looked like he wanted to follow, but stopped himself and sat in the nearest chair. I sat down near him, and Scarlett across from me. Ian quickly came and sat with us. We all watched Virgil.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked over the windows. His head turned as he followed a brightly coloured bird's progress across the sky to land on a palm tree. "So," he said, without turning to look at us, "Anyone want to venture a guess?"
We all exchanged looks, except Greg, who craned his neck around to watch the door through which Ellen had left.
"Oh come now," Virgil said, turning this time, "Someone must have a theory as to where we're going." He watched our faces and laughed. "Surely the Agency hasn't run out of smart recruits. As I recall, a certain level of intelligence is required, is it not, Greg?"
Greg ignored him.
I almost looked over at Scarlett, but decided not to. "I have a theory," Scarlett said.
"Yes?" inquired Virgil.
"My theory is that you're an asshole that can't keep his nose in his own business."
"Ouch. You know, that almost got to me. Nice try, keep working on it." Virgil smiled slyly and turned back to the windows.
I was seething. This guy was really pissing me off. I would have killed him already if it weren't for the accent. But the points he had earned from the accent he was rapidly losing.
"You'll find out soon enough, in any case," Virgil said softly.
Luckily, Ellen walked in just then. "This way, please," she told us, holding the door through which she had come open. I hadn't noticed this door before, since it was close in colour to the wall and didn't have a handle on this side of it. Scarlett, Ian and I picked up our things slowly and followed the business-like Greg through the door. I dropped back to the end of the group, with Virgil behind me. I could sense his eyes on my back, watching me. I shivered and started walking faster.
We walked through a few more doors, but I couldn't remember which ways we'd turned or which doors we'd walked through. I tried to remember, so I could situate myself later, but I couldn't hold onto the directions in my mind.
Eventually we got to a slightly more open hallway, with carpets like in a hotel. There were two shiny elevators on one wall, and a short corridor on the opposite wall. A huge picture window occupied the third wall, with a smiliar beach scene to the one in the waiting area, only from higher up. "Your rooms are that way," Ellen told us, gesturing down the small corridor. The triangle will be ready in eight and a half hours. Get some sleep." She handed out pass keys. Mine matched Scarlett's; Greg and Ian's were identical. "What about me?" asked Virgil, eyebrow raised. "You get to come with me," Ellen told him, "Some people want to speak to you." She pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator.
I didn't wait for them to leave; I took off imediately for my room. I was tired, hungry, and creeped out by Virgil. I had only one thing to say to Scarlett as we enterd our room. "Man I hope this thing has a mini-bar," I told her, sighing.

Mental overload - Ian (32)

So much had happened since we entered the airport that I was having trouble getting my mind around it all. The first thing my mechanical mind was struggling with was how something the size and shape of the "plane" was capable of flight - and why that particular shape had been chosen for such a vehicle. The concept of perpendicular universes, however, was intriguing enough to me that I stopped thinking about the "plane" long enough to try and analyze what Virgil had just told me. I was sort of starting to get that concept when I was interupted by the intercom.
"This is your pilot speaking" it said, in exactly the same voice as regular airline pilots, "We are coming in for a landing in exactly 45 seconds. If it makes you feel more comfortable, you may fasten your seatbelts,"
Ellen took out her small radio and said something into it, then she went back to talking with Greg.
I looked out the window. Unlike the windows on a plane, which are small and ovular, the windows on the "plane" are huge and panoramic - and completely fake. I learned this about half way through the flight when Gillian figured out how to turn hers off.
More accurately, my window was huge and panoramic. Gillians was now gone, and Scarlett had shrunken hers to the size of a regular airplane window. size and to some extent shape of the windows could be adjusted by a small knob on the arm of the chair.
So anyway, I was looking out the window, and I noticed the plane was deccelerating very quickly - too quickly. We should all have been thrust against the seat in front of us by now, but I felt nothing. And then, as I looked out, the plane began to fall.
Scarlett screamed. I didn't blame her - the plane wasn't landing. It was in freefall. I was amazed we weren't floating by now. I watched as we came nearer and nearer the ground, not slowing down at all, and I silently prayed, even though I hadn't been to church in years. As the ground loomed nearer, I closed my eyes and waited for the end to come.
The next thing I heard was laughter. I opened my eyes and looked around. The "plane" was just how it had looked before. Out my window, I saw a huge cavern. It was covered in ice, and icycles hung from the ceiling.
"That was not funny," said Scarlett.
"Sorry," said Virgil, "Couldn't help myself. Just remembering your first "plane" landing, Greg"
Greg tried unsuccessfully to supress another laugh, then turned to me.
"Just a little joke we play on all the new recruits," he said, "The Agency does have a sense of humor from time to time,"
Ellen stood up and made an announcement.
"Welcome to Bermuda, everyone," she began, "The triangle is gonna be ready in about nine hours, which gives us a little time for some preliminary training. You'll recieve more when we reach HQ. Now if you'll come with me, we can get started,"
A door opened, and we all got off the "plane".

Interlude

As Marten works on his next post despite not having constant access to a computer, I've decided to give a brief interlude to entertain our remaining reader, if she hasn't already gotten fed up and left. So without further ado, I present - The Emperor's Gnu Close.
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Kids~Virgil (31)

Bermuda. A fitting code name, considering the fact how many dissappeared into that most mysterious bit of geography, and how we will seem to pop out of existence in a very similar fashion. Perpendicular universe travel is a strange business. Wondering how the recruits would handle it, I decided ask them. Ellen and Greg looked distracted with each other, perfect time to check up on the new recruits. Seeming to wake up, I turned around to Ian and Scarlet.
"So, do you know what you are doing here?"
Ian looked somewhat surprised. Scarlet almost started to answer, but Ian beat her to it.
"Well, um, not really. I know time travel is involved. I think we're supposed to save the world," Ian stammered a bit. "I... we make things happen? We keep them from happenning?"
I smiled.
"They didn't really tell you anything, did they?"
Scarlet took Ian's pause to interject her own thoughts, which hadn't seemed to amount to much so far.
"Ellen told us not to talk to you. Who are you? Why don't they trust you?"
Clever girl. Ellen told her not to trust me, and she asks me why.
"We have had our differences. It's a long and exciting story, but I think we'll save that for another time. I was asking Ian a question. Obviously, none of you have an answer yet. Do you atleast have any idea of where your going?"
Ian tried to raise his eyebrow, failed, and just frowned.
"I thought you said we were going to Bermuda."
"That would be lovely, wouldn't it. A quick vacation, perhaps a little send-off party for the new recruits before they begin their dangerous and exciting time-travel adventure through the multi-verse. No, that's just what they're calling it right now. To be perfectly literal, we're going to a dis-continuum gate set up near the south pole. It's been gathering magnetic energy for the past year to send us through a perpendicular universe to HQ."
"Through a what?"
"Ellen atleast told you about parallel universes, didn't she? How do you think we cross over? It's simple geometry, really."
Ian tried to wrap his mind around this, and Scarlet looked like she already gave up. The pilot came on the intercom and announced that we would soon be landing.

Note to whom it may concern

Okay, so this isn't working. So I have a couple questions, for everyone.

1) Does anyone read this anymore?
2) Should we abandon it?

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