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The receptionist quirked her brow.

She walked slowly to the door, having seen some VERY odd stuff so far...

She opened the door, looking directly at the new arrival. She then looked around the doorway.

"...H... How? When the heck did John install a doorbell onto the PCT?"

She simply started walking back to her desk, muttering to herself in a confused way.

Meanwhile, in the gaming room, a door opened widely. Out stepped Experiment 2.0, red armour and all.

He yawned sleepily, and scratched his head...

Then raised his eyebrows at the sudden appearence of people in his base. It took him a second to click.

"Oh... Right... The 9:00 thing... So, my newest creation DOES work! Good thing too... Do you know how much it costs to genetically clone a new brain, with all of this damn information going through my head?"

Upstairs, however, 'John Ballard' fell back into his chair, spinning around. "Wheeee!!!"

"Although..." muttered 2.0 downstairs, "By now, his main cortex is malfunctioning... He keeps turning into my childish self..."

An immensly large glass cube descended over the beanbag, now beeping rapidly.

"Damnit." muttered the sidekick, a boom emenating from the cube, smoke filling it.

Out of the main door, appeared the same man that had just greeted Ginstar and Essex. Kevin shut off the security systems, a green and blue helmet in hand.

"Heya, fellas! Come on in, avoid anything that even looks CAPABLE of exploding (which is almost everything), and relax!"

Kevin walked ahead, pointing to the right. The wall slid across, viewing what seemed to be a T.V. screen the size of an elephant. Next to it, a huge glass case, full of different console systems.

"Okay, you have the Experi-box 360, the PS2.0, and the Exper-Cube." informed Kevin, "Beanbags against the wall over there, watch out for the one beeping. He managed to construct it with a time-bomb inside. Once he is satisfied enough people came, he will most likely talk to you... Although, right now I think he is chatting with some robots."

Haha! No tin foil hat for m3h!

*Adjusts his Foil-hat-of-Tin (c) (tm) (R)*

Now now, no generalizing, Ess... You know what happens when you assume! You make... Uh... Yourself look dumb? Somethin' like that.

...That is just because we roleplayers r0X!!!

Virtue is said to be the unofficial RP server, and I have found this to be true myself. However, people sometimes say Champion too. I personally prefer Virtue, but, as usual, I would wait for other replies before you make your choice.

John spun into the bathroom on the chair, smiling. He stopped, standing, and managed to get out "Heya Esssswoah...." before he started stumbling. He shook his head, and coughed.

"...As I was saying... Heya, Ess! Greetings... Ginstar, was it?" 2.0 inquired. "Sorry, I am most definately not good with names."

He pointed toward the hole that the toilet had left when it had ascended. "This room is NOT my base, before either of you say anything. Down the chute is a slide, which leads to the underground area of the PCT. Down there, you will see a doorway with a yellow tag surrounding it. Do NOT walk past the yellow tab unless you think you can avoid a laser wall, flamethrowers, blasters, and a robotic, exploding puppy."

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Haha, Moonscribe may well betray Acid, Toy and company and go back to Blightlord if it seems like a good idea. . . but it probably won't since I bet Blightlord would kill him.

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Technically he only fought Netherak, never killed someone he actually cares about, so he might bring him back in.

And you're all lying! Plotting against me I say!

*puts on tinfoil hat and runs around the room screaming*

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Pfft, tin foil hats. That is soooo last month!

*Proceeds to place hats of shiny paper that EXTREMELY resembles a tin-foil hat.*

I call it... Foil-of-Tin (c) (tm) (R) !1!1!!11!1!!

A rather young man, who could almost pass for a teenager if not for his height, walked out of the office.

He was grumbling something about how John always invited the wierdest people, when he came upon the androids. He blankly stared for a second, before realizing that they were most likely here for his boss.

"Oh, uh... You know him as 2.0, right? The guy that hasn't changed his costume since he got to the city?"

The guy turned his hand toward where he had just walked out of. "E is in the bathroom... Along with some guy who looked like a military commander, two trolls, a green, smokey guy, a guy in a trench coat, someone who looked like a hobo off the street, and a group o' Crey."

The guy put his hand out in a welcoming gesture. "Welcome to the Paragon City Times, by the way. The office you are entering is known to house half of the heroes that have secret identities. I am Kevin, A.K.A, Water-Pulse, Experiment's sidekick. John Ballard, A.K.A, Experiment 2.0, just opened his base's doorway. Enter the men's bathroom and... Well, I guess he is waiting..."

Kevin took a breath, walking past the androids. He took to the stairs. He waved back, calling out. "Just don't touch anything down there. I swear, that guy must make everything explosive!"

Meanwhile, John moved to his desk, and started spinning, pondering if the guys that had jumped down the chute had even reached the base yet...

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When the others arrived, they would most likely not be impressed. The first thing they would likely see would be a huge door, with a large area outlined with a yellow tag in front of it. It seemed as though they could just walk past the yellow line, and hit the switch to open the door...

John could hear a lot of commotion from the stairs before the trolls appeared, two familiar ones jumping down the shoot.

He cleared his throat, scratching his head. "Uh... I kinda only invited Prikker and Snikker to come, guys... Hey, I think there is a weight room in this newspaper building... Don't ask... Perhaps level 95? You guys should check it out!"

John shook his head, waving away the capsule. "No, no... I have to eventually wake up on my own or I fall asleep in five minutes."

He stretched as he walked toward the men's bathroom.

"Follow me, gentlemen... and villains. I shall get you into my base, and I can show you around a little. I warn you though... If something is in a red-outlined area, stay the hell away from it."

He walked in, sliding an entirely non-descript wall-tile to the side. He clicked three tiny spots that compressed behind the tile, meaning camo'ed buttons.

The only toilet in the whole room lifted up into the roof, showing what seemed to be an entry tube downward. If anyone were to look down, they would see total darkness and emptiness.

"Please proceed to jump down the hatch. Uh... When you get down there, do not go beyond the yellow line. Trust me."

Now, the 'genius' had some trouble. He thought for a second, switching the card to the left hand, reaching over his left arm with his right to shake Workout's hand, and pocketed the card in his right pocket with his left hand.

In other words, a pretzel-shape.

Then, he used his right hand to reach back to his desk, and grabbed a pot from a coffee machine with the brand name slightly hidden, but with "-ppaJo" showing.

Experiment took a drink of the coffee, sighing in relief at having some caffeine.

He still was groggy, but at least he was semi-there now.

Ballard was reading the card (with one eye still closed) when the new arrivals appeared. He didn't even catch them at first, his one open eye closing slowly.

However, their presence got to him, and he jumped.

"Woah.... Oh... Uh... Hey..."

He turned the card over, seeing the simple note from Toy.

"...Your group has... A weird name." the sleep-deprived hero obviously pointed out.

Ballard jerked up, spinning to see the "Crey".

"Oh... You guys are gonna stay like that until we aren't somewhere public, right?" John spoke, brushing hair out of his eyes, that simply flipped back into place uselessly.

Now, the receptionist stood, scared out of her wits. "C... Crey never comes here... What do you need? John Ballard? He is upstairs. Top floor. Here, let me get the elevator down for you..."

She briskly teetered over to the elevator like a scared child, calling the elevator down. About five seconds later, the doors opened, completely empty.

"P... Please have a n-nice day!" she squeaked.

John's face did not change from slightly groggy, but his demeanor was not slouched anymore.

"Greetings... Uh..." He rubbed his eyes quickly, and took in a breath as in thinking. He stared off into space for a second, before nodding. He was totally out of it.

"Right, problem. You guys should head into the bathroom down the hall... Uh, although, keep the trolls heading up the stairs in their destructive way from destroying the place. Once in there, just punch in the code and enter the doorway."

It took Experiment a while to snap his mind into place again.

"Oh, right... You guys haven't been there before, huh... You may just want to wait here then... It is pretty damn hard to get into the base if you don't know every step... Trust me on that one... Uh... I am pretty sure we have an arcade machine... Somewhere..."

He frowned deeply. "I did not think ahead now, did I..."

One of the closer employees heard the tapping, and turned toward the window inquisitively. She spotted Reikoff, and almost called security.

However, John stepped forward and put down the phone she had picked up. "Don't worry... *Yawn*... Invited 'em."

He walked toward the window, checking to make sure it wasn't the one that fell out if pulled back. Satisfied, he slid the window open, his eyes half closed still.

He started walking away, muttering "Close the door- Window, on your way in."

However, a crash jolted him slightly more than his remembering of this whole ordeal.

He was kind of sure who was coming up, but a smash that sounded like something rather expensive broke confirmed it.

The editor facepalmed, shaking his head. "Malta boy, I don't mind so much..." he muttered, before looking up at the roof, as if to ask it for answers. "But what drove me to invite the trolls?!"

*Smash*

"Ooh... I don't know whether that was a vase or a skull... Better be the former..."

The receptionist chewed her gum plainly as Hal appeared. She didn't seem too shocked. She nodded, and pointed at the stairs. "Top floor. You better be able to either teleport, or know how to work an elevator smokey, 'cause it is a loooong way up."

John walked to his desk, rubbing his temples painfully.

He had been up all night, working on the latest edition of the PCT, was his excuse.

However, one of the office workers didn't buy it. Paul Lorsa came to John's desk, frowning deeply. "Okay, look, I wasn't gonna bring it up boss, but I have never seen you leave this building. Or, seen you actually working that much. You said you were here all night, but so was I, and you weren't here, so-"

*BZZT*

Paul had a blank stare for a second, before shaking his head. "Woah... man, I feel like I just woke up..."

He looked around quickly, noticing John smiling politely up at him. "Did you need something?"

"Oh... No... I didn't even notice I walked over here..." muttered the employee, dragging his feet back to his desk.

John layed his head down on the table, his face changing entirely from his smile.

Now, his eyes were bleek, and his hair seemed to fall slightly from his head in stress. He rubbed his temples again, moaning. "Ugh... I swear, I didn't even sleep last night..." he quietly said to himself.

However, he suddenly bolted upright. He totally forgot he had told his friends... well, friends and "people who can fight" to come to the building in-

He looked at his watch.

-"Woah... Wait, when did it get to 8:59?"

*Beep*

"9:00 even..."

(( And I totally forgot 24HV! Suits m3h. What Essex says is true. He would most likely attempt to contact everyone who has even shown a slight chance of aiding.

However, it would probably be hella hard for 2.0 to actually attempt to contact villains willingly so... Yeah... Just know, he ain't gonna sound happy about it. ))

(( Well, in essence, 2.0 did meet both trolls, and Balsk, during GoCC. Balsk, he had a duel with, and the trolls... Well, he was always angry at them for kidnapping Essex. However, he is desperate, most likely he will send messages to everyone he knows can fight, or have intelligence. ))

Yeah, Essex is awesome. Being predictable is what makes her cute! You just KNOW she is going to worry about her friends, and how her emotions work. Now, if 2.0 were mean, he would most likely use that predictability to his advantage...

But, let us leave that to Shimmer, eh?

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(...Wow... I never saw the replies... Damn, I hate it when my computer 'malfunctions'... )

2.0 walked calmly to his sink. He looked at himself in the mirror, noting a large smudge of black.... "What is that?" he muttered to himself, "Soot? Ash? Oil?"

"Most likely oil." came an ominous reply.

The hero, in his usual, never-changing-except-to-be-cleaned-or-melted-down red armoured suit, sighed.

Ever since he had installed PDA's voice system into his own base, she had been a pain. As well as took over the controls of the base itself.

"You are a total pain." he quietly whispered to himself.

To which, the sink he was leaning over spat water right in his face, at the speed of a fire hose.

He flew upward, landing directly on his back, coughing up spurts that were in his lungs.

"I can hear you, John." spoke the PDA's female voice. The voice was odd, much like those you hear on answering machines, but somehow more... human.

However, 2.0 didn't let it bother him. Things had been changing quite quickly, what with this Assault Prototype affair.

He walked back to his desk, and sat there. He spun in his chair a few times, became dizzy, and leaned down on it.

"Okay, you are moping. What is wrong with you now?"

"*Sigh*... This whole thing! Not only this new villain, that seems intent on causing me some nice pain, but the whole hero deal!"

"Mhm. So, you have been a hero for, what, 15 years now... why?"

"'Cause, ever since I was a kid, and I saw my first hero save a child from a burning building, I have wanted to be that same hero... Why am I talking to myself about my own past? Isn't that like one of those T.V. and movie cliches? It always end in the guy doing it either quitting their job or dying..."

"Ugh. You are always so moody, E!" came his tech's reply. And, for some reason, unbenowest to 2.0, a true hose whipped out from his own desk, smashing 2.0 across the room with the force of its water propulsion. He collapsed into a tower of what appeared to be children's toys he had created, and the PDA's voice giggled.

The tower slammed down on the hero, covering him. On his head, seemingly exactly balanced, was a jack-in-the-box with a member of the Trolls inside. It popped out, with a single "Troll smash!" and then folded over onto the face of the now exasperated hero. He folded his arms in a child-like manner, and looked down grouchily.

"Aww... Is poor ickle John in a grump? Cheer up, damnit!"

"Hmph..."

"Well, I invited your little pink crush, so that should cheer you up."

"Ugh. I told you before, I am not the one with the crush on her."

"Oh? Who is then?"

"Hallucinogen. You know him, the green poofy smoke guy."

"...And you."

2.0 simply sighed, pulling a document over. He opened it, saying the word "Archivist" four times in a row. He waited about four seconds, and the folder opened. It showed a picture of some sort of armour, or even device, with guns and devices concealed, but marked.

The hero observed the document quickly, flipping pages.

He looked at a simple, digital watch on his right hand.

"4:00 AM?! Christ!"

"You should sleep."

"...No... No, I have to read this again..."

"For the four hundreth and sixty eigth time?!" came the device's now worried voice. "You are going to kill yourself, E!"

"Eh." he grunted in reply, getting back into his work.

I honestly don't like Earth Titania... He was one of my 'projects' for new character designs, and since I had not made an Earth using Tanker yet...

Eh, he didn't turn out very great story-wise. I do think I need to spend less time on 2.0 though...

For Hal... Awesomeness. Pure awesomeness. Unique, not only in power creation and personality, but Schizo's creation and what I know of his background.

Essex... Chirpy... Happy... Everything I am not in real life, and yet I love the character, mostly because of her innocence, and her devotion to her friends. And, as before, unique story, and awesome personality. And... Optimism much? I can not even imagine myself or any other characters being so... happy... Oh god, I need to see something black!

(In case you had not noticed by now, I am nothing like my characters. I am NOT, and never WILL BE, a happy, optimistic person. Just warning people who wish to have pleasant conversations OOC...)

However, I must now catch up with all of the RP's I have missed during school hours... Ugh... Away!

Well, as scared as I am, I am putting myself up for critique...

...Even though I know I am going to regret it...

...And most likely have my head bitten off for something I did ages ago that people were nice enough to keep inside...

...But, I suppose I will know what I am weak in specifically now....

Ugh, so tired... Cranky... Both, pershmaps... It matters not...

*Klunk*

*Grunt* Zzz...