JLA Watchtower (Archive)

A shade of her more perennial smile reasserts itself as she gets back to her feet, though her concern remains with where Arisia and her teammates are and how they're doing. "It'll take more than a couple over-engineered canines to keep this Blackhawk down." She tosses him a small, ragged book. "Looks like there's a cipher in here. I'm guessin' he used it for his notes. You guys find anythin' on your travels?"

At Plaz's exclamation, though, she's got her familiar weapon back in her free hand as she turns to look at what he's doing.

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Plaz is more concerned with the creepy animals - giant housecats, giant rats. Skeevy enough... but each cage having lights alternating between "Active," "Stasis" or "Dead" is just kah-REEPY.

The fact that the three broken cages are listed as Active doesn't help matters. Any second now, they'll be attacked by Zombie Garfields.

A hand stretches back toward Zinda. "Just a journal that probably says 'Dear Diary, today I turned a hamster into a monkey with four asses, and then jerked my gherkin to it..."

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She makes an amused grimace at him. "The first part of that I could deal with. The second part ain't somethin' any girl should have to imagine on an empty stomach." Pause, as she registers the cages. Tension creeps back into her posture. "Somethin' bad's about to happen. I just know it."

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He gets a warning chitter when the hand moves towards Zinda, it's obviously very possessive of her.

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"Well, anyone have any uber-hacker skills to bust into this computer here, see if we can't dig up something useful? I'm gonna guess it's more than 90 percent fetish porn, but hey, we wouldn't want the government to think we weren't thorough."

Plaz struts over to the fridge, plagued with curiosity as to what this guy subsists on up here... and he blinks as he opens it.

"Anyone want some cerveza? Or maybe a bunch of beakers labeled 'Evolution?' I mean, MAYBE it's what Mad Scientist Jones is working on, or maybe it's a bitchin' new energy drink!"

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Zinda gives the strange animal an odd look. "Pipe down, wi'ya? Crazy critter..."

She glances back towards the entrance she used to get into the lab. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I ain't anywhere near Oracle's level, but I could give it a shot," she replies, moving towards the workstation. She pauses at his exclamation, peering at him over the monitor. "Or moonshine," she offers, turning her attention back to the furry animal that seems to insist on following her around. "Fine. Get up here on my shoulder, fuzzbutt. Better there than on the ground."

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It spins in place once or twice then leaps to her shoulder and slinks under her hair. The fluffy tail hangs over one shoulder and the big eyes peek out from her hair on the other side.

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Plaz gathers up the samples from the fridge and stretches them over towards Turner.

"This what The Man hired us to look for?"

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"Certainly looks like it." he said, eyeing the bottles distastefully. "Let's bring them along, have the lab boys check them out."

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Zinda's shoulders hunch briefly as the animal settles around her shoulders, then she stabs at the workstation's keyboard experimentally. "That tickles."

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"Wait a minute," Plaz says, tucking the samples away into his body to protect them.

"Where'd that cat come from? How do you know it's not full of monkeypox or something?"

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She offers him a rueful grin. "Honestly, sugar? I don't. But I already got bit by one of those crazy animals back there. Might as well go all in if I'm gonna go out strapped to a hospital bed frothin' at the mouth, I figure." She turns her head to look down at the critter on her shoulder. "Li'l guy found that notebook for me. Seems pretty intelligent for a Warner Brothers refugee."

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There is an almost derisive noise from under her hair in Plaz's direction.

It looks back up at Zinda as she looks down and blinks innocently with a whisker twitch.

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Plaz raises an eyebrow.

"Looks like one of those gay gophers."

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That almost makes her laugh. "Looks like the critter's already got you figured." Okay, maybe she'll chance a brief pet of its head. "Gotta admit he's cute though, even if he does got monkeypox." She then turns her attention back to the computer, to see if she can manage to pull up anything useful.

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Plaz stretches his neck to look over her shoulder.

"I called it. Pornopalooza, and given his animal fetish, I really don't want to probe that too deeply... And hey, look, more coded gibberish crap."

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She grins back up at him. "He already did all the probin', if we go by your interpretation of things." She gestures at the notebook. "Maybe it's related to the cipher in there."

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It had gone into a quiet little wiggle when she petted it then settled back down to watch what they were doing. It can respond to what it's owner wants but at the moment they seem to be doing okay on fulfilling that on their own.

Good, watch, wait, help, be cute....

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She pauses to reach for a USB flash drive in another pocket, then absently scritches the small animal behind what she hopes is its ear. "So what else do we got in this li'l shop of horrors?" she murmurs, half to herself.

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"I'm guessing we've got enough to make the gubmint happy on this front. All we gotta do now is find the guy and the lost crew, right?"

A thumb jerks to the elevator at the back of the lab.

"Anyone know where that dumbwaiter goes?"

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Ben looked askance at the cute animal. "I don't like this." he said. "Ditch the animal then we'll discuss future plans."

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Zinda lofts an eyebrow at him as she withdraws the small device and puts it back in a zippered pocket in her jacket. Doing things with one hand free isn't much fun, but it's relieving the strain on her shoulder. "It ain't as if he can tell anyone. Not verbal-like, anyway." Feeling restless, she gets up from the seat at the workstation and goes to get a closer look at the sleeper tubes.

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"In a world with living cartoons and people who can assume animal traits at will, why assume that someone won't be able to interrogate the squirrel thing?" he asked.

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"I gotta say, I think I'm with Tigger on this one. There's no telling WHAT that fuzzball's carrying."

Plaz is off by the elevator, trying to stretch his head into the shaft to get a bead on where it goes.

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