test drive part 3: inventory!

[k39zzz]

Inventory. What a bone.

But hey, it is actually important to know what's where, whether it goes there, and if Joshua's flagged it for research.

Pick an aisle, any aisle. Not as though we're running out.

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[damncompass]

Joshua's currently wandering around with a map swearing to himself. He's trying to find Houston twenty-three, but he seems to be stuck in Tokyo. Oops.

[pitchingcurves]

"Hey, buddy, you seem lost," Pete says, approaching him from a nearby aisle. "Need some help there?"

He has an uncanny knack of never getting lost in this place anymore. It's almost creepy how he can always zero in on his target. And today his target is getting to tease the smart guy.

[damncompass]

"Trying to find Houston sector. I swear this map's backwards or something." He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. "It shouldn't be this hard."

[pitchingcurves]

"Yeah, it probably shouldn't be." Pete stifles a snicker. No, he has nothing to do with this at all. "Maybe you need glasses or something."

[damncompass]

"I got my eyes checked last month. My eyesight's not that bad." He looks at Pete and raises an eyebrow. "What're you up to, Lattimer?"

[thebettersort]

Myka comes along with a frown, carrying a map of her own - she has been similarly lost, and for quite awhile, too. She stops at the ever so familiar chime of asking Pete what the hell he's done, and rolls her eyes to herself.

"Why am I not surprised to walk in on him being questioned?"

[pitchingcurves]

"Hey, hey!" Pete puts up his hands in mock innocence. "What's with the third degree? All I was doing was walking, man!"

[claudiometer]

"Really now."
Hey, look who's joined the party! "In that case, Pete, would you care to explain why the bendy spoon's gone walkabout and you were the last person to handle the tag? Preferably before it pretzels the entire Warehouse in on itself?"
You know what's a bad day to muck around with Artifacts for lolz? Inventory day.

[damncompass]

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Pete." Joshua sighs. "That's... ok, I admit, that might be something I'd do, but I think we've all wasted enough time on it. Where is it?" He holds out a hand.

[thebettersort]

Myka stares at Pete for a long moment before giving him a light slap over the head.

"Moron."

[pitchingcurves]

"What - hey! Abuse, abuse!"

Pete nearly goes to try to hide behind Claud from Myka, and then he remembers that Claud's giving him an evil eye right now too.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR PETER.

[claudiometer]

WE'RE TELLING YOUR MOM, PETE. ...wait, not yet.
No, there isn't any escape. Because Claudia's blocking it.
"No really seriously. I don't want to get stuck in the Mobius Warehouse because of that damn thing. Did you even read all of the tag?"
Okay, so she's guilty of the same thing herself, but let's face it, the spoon's tag is a lot more detailed than the one on the lab coat was at the time. A simple 'exponentially' would have stopped her.

[damncompass]

"Wait. You don't know where you put it, Pete?" Joshua blinks a few times. "For fuck's sake, Pete. Did you even read the tag? It... well, it could cause a black hole if we don't neutralize it in time. Fuck." The Joshua swear-o-meter just went up a couple ticks.

[pitchingcurves]

"A what."

It's clear from the sheer panic on Pete's face that he did NOT read that part of the fine print.

[thebettersort]

Myka considers this before following up her slap over the head with a kick to the shins.

[claudiometer]

"Wait, HG's in the office, right?"
TO THE FARNSWORTH.

[timelessinventor]

Helena picks up on the second ring. "Hello, darling. What can I do for you?"

[pitchingcurves]

"Helena! Help! Stop your woman from murdering my face!"

Yes, Pete is yelping a bit high in volume.

[claudiometer]

Claudia sighs. "Don't listen to him. Check the computer and see where there's an Artifact disturbance? Pete, in his infinite wisdom, decided to play with the bendy spoon and he has no idea where he lost it."
Yes, she's glaring in Pete's general direction at the end of that.
"We're already getting pretzeled down here, so this is kind of urgent."

[timelessinventor]

"Why on earth would I care about your face, Pete? Oh, bollocks, that can't be good." Helena turns away from the screen for a moment. "Claudia? I do not understand what this damn program is doing. It's going haywire."

Helena turns the Farnsworth to the computer screen to show what's on it. Every single Artifact in the Warehouse is show as out of place.

[claudiometer]

"...Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck."
There is no possible way that's a good thing.

[pitchingcurves]

Pete's face goes whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite. If facial expressions could talk, his would scream: DID I DO THAT?!

[damncompass]

"Fuck. Alright." Joshua takes a deep breath. "Helena, stay there and we'll..."

Joshua is cut off by a rumble of thunder from some grey clouds beginning to collect near the roof. "Shit. She is not happy. We need to fix this, and fast."

[timelessinventor]

"I'll stay here, darlings. Call if you need anything." Helena hangs up, but only after blowing a kiss to... well, everyone, trying to cover her very concerned face.

[claudiometer]

Claudia sighs and puts her Farnsworth back in her tool belt, then fixes Pete with a glare.
"All right, Mister Intuition. You got us into this mess, and I think you and your vibes are going to have to get us out of it."