~Character Chat~

T.Mor: (Noms hesitantly.) Uhm...this is...interesting...
Riddle: Lemme try!! (Grabs the tupperware. Noms.) This is wierd.

Ezra: *raises eyebrow* Werid good or werid bad?
Andrew: You're werid. Stop scaring them.

T.Mor: I don't know...Wierd...
Riddle: REAL.

Ezra: *to Andrew* HA!
Andrew: What's with the "ha"?
Ezra: They like it.
Andrew: Do you relize how stupid you are? They never even said that.

Sarah: Uh, Riddle, you're not supposed to eat the plastic...
Nike: Think of that as the can that the food comes in on your world. Normal people don't eat cans, as much as they don't eat plastic containers. There's no nutritional value. ...Not that that matters to you, anyway.

Andrew: GAH!! DON'T EAT THAT!!!

Riddle: But(Almost goes "It's delicious!" another thought hit her halfway through though.)...Wait- I'm not suppoused to eat those cans either?
T.Mor: I told you. It's like eating the silverware. Impolite.
Riddle: And I have cared about normalcy or politeness since when?(Pointedly.)
T.Mor: (pause.) Right. Don't eat other people's things though...Seriously.
Riddle: Well now there's a hole in the side...it would be rude to return it!

Liz: It's ok really. I'm glad she likes the chicken too.

T.Mor: (Flustered.) It really isn't ok for her to do that though...You shouldn't be so lax about it! Riddle...Apologise.
Riddle: Why? She said it was ok!(Continues nomming on the tupperware nonchalantly. almost like a granola bar.)

Ezra: Liz doesn't freak out often.
Andrew: Unlike us...
Ezra: It's rare for her to do so.
Liz: We've got tons of tubaware like it at home.

(Something occurs to Peter.)
Peter: Liz, Ezra? Where is this place we are now, geographically speaking? Is it miles from where we just were?

Ezra: Depends. What answer are you looking for? We can get to this place from anywhere in the world. That's right. Anywhere. We could be in Japan and still find away to get here.

August: JAPAN!?! You guys have a Japan!? OH MY GOD. I'm home!!!!
T.Mor: What? You live here?
August: I live on this plane at least!!(optimistically.) This is...wow. This is great. Can you guys get this thing to Somewhere along the east coast?

Peter: Hey, August, you're not necessarily home. Thousands of planes have a Japan.

August: (Face falls.) What.
T.Mor: We don't have a Japan...
August: Your city of SInk Pump sorta looks like the american stereotype of Tokyo though...Epileptic and full of insanity.
Riddle: MAN- if that's what a japan looks like...I wanna move there! SOUNDS PHANTASMAGORICAL!
T.Mor: No. We're staying with Peter.
Riddle: Just for the chainspork though...
T.Mor: you have your reasons, I have mine.(Doesn't want to get into it with her about stupid reasons to do something.)

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Peter: Don't worry, August. If your plane is in our archives, we'll find it. Then you...you can go home... (He looks away, scratching the back of his head and casting his gaze towards the ground.)
Senet: 'Ey. (nudging him) Let's keep ouhr speehreets up, okay? I know eet looks bad sometimes, but--
Peter: It looks bad all the time. If it only looked bad sometimes, we'd actually be there now. But no, we're not! I just...I just want... (He sighs.)
Senet: I know. I do, too.
Peter: It always seems so far away, y'know? I feel like I'm chasing some forgotten dream.
Senet: I don't. I feel like I'm chaseeng a hrealeety. Because I am. Eet's a hrealeety, and eet's out zehre. Somewhehre. And by ze gods, we'll find eet.
Peter: You think so?
Senet: I know so. (He places a hand on Peter's shoulder and gives him a gentle shake.) Cheehr up, alhright? We can't have ze leadehr be all dephressed, can we?
Peter: Heh. Guess we can't. ...Thanks.
Senet: De rien.

Riddle: Oh, Emotions....erm...I AM SYMPATHY. (Pause. She waits for something to happen. It apparently doesn't and she shrugs.) Didn't I do it right?
T.Mor: No...Not this time. (To Peter.) I know losing everything sucks...But if you sit around and let it mess with you...Well, that's almost worse off than just losing everything. I mean...How do you think I manage to go to work every morning knowing that I have co-workers that murdered my parents? (Realises he went on a tangent that he didn't mean to go down.) And...yeah. Don't lose hope. (Finishes somewhat awkwardly.)
Riddle: T.Mor, if you get angst all over my carpet again, Bad things will happen.
T.Mor: I'm not angsting. (Defensively.)
August: Somehow...I feel guilt tripped.

Andrew: I died.....
Liz: I'm outcast at school because I see things....
Ezra: I'm hated by most of my family...

((Me: *writes about Peter and Senet's shared childhood, which entails explosions; I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Please, dear gods, just make the screaming stop! I'm so sorry!; and a certain small, brown-haired child getting thrown from the top of a skyscraper before he has yet learned to fly as a means of [obviously failed] execution* I am the most worst. *keeps writing*))

Nike: (growing uncomfortable) Let's talk about something happy, shall we? (She really can't say anything bad about her past.)

Ezra: So...yeah....it's not like we can take you to Japan.

August: Darn. And You wouldn't even know if it was the right Japan either...
Riddle: Any place called Japan clearly is awesome enough to be lived in!

Ezra: Uhh...wouldn't we be in our Japan...don't we have to travel to another galexy or something to get to your Japan?

August: We might...But I guess it's possible that your Japan and my Japan are the same Japan's...But you can't actually take us to either Japan anyway so really there's no point in leaving to buy plane tickets...Because the Japan's may not match...and...(Continues ranting about Transdimensional Japan.)
Riddle: This is confusing.
T.Mor: what is this I don't even (Also confused by August's sentence.)

Andrew: *scratches head* I agree with riddle...
Ezra: *confused*
Liz: *confused*

(The team understands August perfectly.)
Peter: Not a different galaxy, by the way; we have to go to a different universe. While transdimentional travel has been known to us for centuries, we still can't even leave the Solar System let alone head to a different galaxy.
Nike: Space is big. The spaces between the different universes are small.