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torchwoodinstitute2015-08-29 06:39 pm
super_astute) wrote in torchwoodinstitute2015-08-29 06:39 pm
Don't Call Me A Moron
Who: Wheatley & Chelldon
When: August 30th
What: Wheatley and Chelldon manage to escape Handy, GLaDoS and the rest of the insanity only to find themselves on Earth.
"This doesn't actually seem right," the android said, adjusting his optical correctors before he pulled them off of his face all together and tried to rub them clean. "It's all a bit too bright. Not Testing Chamber bright...less white and blue and more yellow. Why would anyone use yellow tinted lighting? Better question! Who would use this green stuff for flooring? It seems like a danger waiting to happen."
He and Chelldon had tumbled through the orange portal just seconds ahead of a smashy spike plate and found themselves standing in a place they had never been before. There was quite a lot of grass and trees...
And a man standing by one of the trees with his back towards them and his trousers down around his knees. Wheatley had no idea what he was doing, but he called to him anyway. "Excuse me? E-Excuse me? Sir, excuse me? Hello? Yes, hello, excuse me, but can you please tell me the way to the elevator?"
When: August 30th
What: Wheatley and Chelldon manage to escape Handy, GLaDoS and the rest of the insanity only to find themselves on Earth.
"This doesn't actually seem right," the android said, adjusting his optical correctors before he pulled them off of his face all together and tried to rub them clean. "It's all a bit too bright. Not Testing Chamber bright...less white and blue and more yellow. Why would anyone use yellow tinted lighting? Better question! Who would use this green stuff for flooring? It seems like a danger waiting to happen."
He and Chelldon had tumbled through the orange portal just seconds ahead of a smashy spike plate and found themselves standing in a place they had never been before. There was quite a lot of grass and trees...
And a man standing by one of the trees with his back towards them and his trousers down around his knees. Wheatley had no idea what he was doing, but he called to him anyway. "Excuse me? E-Excuse me? Sir, excuse me? Hello? Yes, hello, excuse me, but can you please tell me the way to the elevator?"
no subject
Maybe Tyler had gotten pissed at him? Oh, that awful Protocol Core, he was going to wring his little-- "Not now, Wheatley," he said to himself, just out loud. "Now is getting Chelldon to safety because his clones aren't able to be activated from here!"
He rushed right passed his favourite Subject, grabbed him by a squishy hand to remind him that sometimes Subjects could be squished, and dragged him down that winding gray road-rail-path thing almost violently.
It was a good thing that Chelldon could keep up.
Hopefully could keep up.
If not, Wheatley was good at dragging.
no subject
Once they hit grey surface, Chelldon yanked his hand free and halted to a stop. Why run anywhere when they didn't know what was happening?
He looked around for a sign, pausing when he saw one with arrows. Left to a train station apparently, there was some hotels going right and straight ahead was a bathroom and something with a 'P'. He wasn't certain.
Regardless, he pointed at it so Wheatley too could read the information.
Maybe it'd be best to go left and see if that would lead them anywhere promising. So, to make his point, he pointed left and stood there, arm outstretched, waiting for Wheatley to notice where he wanted to go.