8th Event Ζ Action for Everywhere Τ Fourth Wall Event!

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE HIM

WHY

HE DID NOTHING TO IT

But for whatever reason, the world is glitching out around him in particular, and he somehow keeps finding himself landing in a tree. Or a cactus. Or an icy mountain face. Or a roof. Really, he's traveling around both Johto and Kanto, and he's getting a good view of every somewhat elevated surface out there.

So WHEREVER you are, there's the sound of a squeak yipe startled noise above you. And when you look up, there is a thoroughly frazzled genius sitting (or falling) about ten feet up.]

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[3_butterflies]

[And now there's a little Pegasus flapping beside you while you're stuck in the tree.

Your day has only just begun.]

Oh, dear, are you all right, mister Reid?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[You know, after all he's been through, after all the doubt his sanity's been cast in... yeah, there is only one appropriate response to this.]

You're a Pegasus.

[Yep. That's... a statement that needs to be made.]

[3_butterflies]

[She nods timidly.]

Well, yes, I am... it's me, Fluttershy.

[signofthez]

[Oh, look, it's a masked dude on a swag black Rapidash pausing on his way to look up into your tree and grin a little at your plight, Reid.

And by "masked dude" I do in fact mean "Zorro".]

You seem to be in a bit of trouble, señor! Perhaps I can be of some assistance?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Luckily (or unluckily, depending), Reid was never the type to be into the straight action movies/books, so he doesn't recognize the bandit-esque getup as anything other than an old-fashioned fictional vigilante costume. Which considering this place could mean he actually is a vigilante, but at this point, he can't bring himself to care.]

I... y-yes, if you could--if you could help me at all, I w-would really appreciate that.

[It's past the point where he cares about how unpleasant touching strangers is and how fundamentally embarrassing he finds the situation. He is cold and damp (from falling in snow), there's a little blood speckled on his arm (from falling on a cactus), and he is generally eager to get his feet on the ground without breaking any bones.]

[signofthez]

[He dismounts with a sweep of his cape and the swag of a true caballero, approaching the tree and examining it thoughtfully.]

You're caught on a branch, my friend. Try not to move, and I will free you.

[And up into the tree he goes, sticking to the lower branches and only climbing high enough that he can get near the offending branch for a look.

And of course, the branch problem is easily remedied by virtue of the fact that he's got this very nice sword...]

[trustyourblood]

[Well, there's someone standing on the tree you're in right now. More accurately, on the tree trunk, defying gravity - how do you do?]

Afraid of heights?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[You know, that's not even the weirdest part of his day.]

...No, not really. Just startled by suddenly appearing in a place I wasn't in a moment ago.

[He is staying perched in that tree branch. He's not good at negotiating trees.]

How... h-how are you doing that? Standing on the trunk like that?

[trustyourblood]

Eh, it just happens naturally. [He shrugs. How do you explain something you do so naturally? He'll walk a bit on the trunk.]

As far as I know we've been able to run long distances against walls and then at some point we tried stopping.

[Now he's actually standing normally on the opposite branch.]

[wombed]

[Well luckily Jack has some pretty good reflexes, otherwise Reid might have fallen right on top of her. She tucks and rolls and stares at him like she's not sure what the hell just happened.

The Bisharp next to her bristles and looks ready to attack in self-defense.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Look at him. He's been across two regions. He is skinny and scrawny and SERIOUSLY HE IS THE LEAST THREATENING PERSON EVER

He grunts when he hits the ground, wincing and pressing his hands on his ribs, but luckily, he hasn't broken anything. He sits up, looking at the white-haired girl and the Bisharp.]

Uh...

[He self-consciously, readjusts his messed up clothes, straightening out his wet clothes and brushing off some snow from his elbow.] Hi there?

[wombed]

[You wouldn't think she was very threatening either from looks alone, but that's where you'd sign your death warrant.

She tilts her head, looking to the snow and then the surrounding, snowless ground. She looks back at Reid.]

Were you trying to fly? You're not very good at it. [her voice sounds extremely childish, even more so than her looks would suggest.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Rose is a little startled, to say the least, as is the Dragonite currently carrying her in one arm. But hey, at least he has the wherewithal to catch you Reid? The girl stares at him a moment before giving the man a cheeky smile, continuing to braid her now impossibly long hair.]]

As romantic as the gesture is, you could always simply tell me that you've fallen for me rather than show me. You're only going to get yourself hurt otherwise.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Yipe!

Oh, look, he was caught this time.

Reid just sort of slumps in the Dragonite's arm, because he's really tired at this point, but he manages to look up at her and process what she's saying. And he's even too tired to give his customary stuttering response to anything resembling a flirt, so instead Rose gets a wry,] You're sure? You know, typically, I don't do grand gestures, but I thought I'd make an exception. [He made an understandable joke! And all he needed was the most ridiculous day of his life sucking all his energy out with a straw.

Then he frowns quizzically and straightens up a little, but he keeps a good grasp of the Dragonite's arm. He's had enough falling down for one lifetime, thank you very much.] Your hair's longer.

[tentacletrainer]

I promise you I'm touched. Sincerely so! But I'm not that difficult of a girl to please, much less sweep off her feet. Plus, I've taken care of enough injured boys to last me a life time. I'm sure neither of us want me to add a suitor to that list. [[With a little wink, she she gives up on the blonde hair for now as Vodka does his best to keep a good hold on the man. Though not without doing a little sniffing and inspecting.]]

No, what my hair is is a hassle.

[carmenjuniors]

[A little girl of about eight years old is peering up at the odd mantis-like man on the rooftop, one hand held firmly in a Politoed's flipper as she begins to remark aloud, more to herself than anyone else—]

Distance equals velocity times time plus one-half acceleration times time squared. One-half acceleration is negative nine-point-eight divided by two is negative four-point nine. Falling means no horizontal velocity so VT is zero so it goes away. Distance equals negative four-point-nine times T squared. Ten feet is three-point-zero-four-eight meters. Three meters equals negative four-point-nine times T squared. Divide both sides by negative four-point-nine. Point-six-one-two equals T squared. The square root of point-six-one-two is...

[That's a little harder. Ummm.]

Point...seven-eight-two. So it will take about eight-tenths of a second to fall from that height.

[She looks relatively content with this conclusion.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[...How is Reid going to get down from here?

While he ponders that, the girl starts calculating out loud, and after she's done, he says absently,] Yeah, I know. It's not time I'm worried about, though. [Hm. Now how can he fall while avoiding injury...

Wait. He's the only kid who knew how to do all that calculation when he was eight.] ...Where did you learn how to do those calculations?

[carmenjuniors]

My mom taught me.

[She rocks back and forth on her heels a little.]

Just the equation. I do the math by myself when I see something to calculate.

[Read: when she's bored, or lonely, or waiting for her brother to get back from peeing on a tree using the bathroom.]

Newton can bounce up and get you if you hold on to him when he hops.

[getthehorns]

[ Well, Cliff is not really sure how this guy ended up on the roof of Rikku's house, but.

Enjoy the 25-foot-tall robot staring at you, sir. ]

You okay there?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Give him a second, he needs to look like a deer in headlights for a moment.

Giant robot.

GIANT ROBOT.]

Uh...

[He's actually fine, besides a lot of bruises, scrapes, and general misery, but he feels a migraine coming on.]

I, uh...

Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just, uh, being put in strange places. Y-you, I haven't seen anyone like you before.

[getthehorns]

[ Cliff just chuckles, offering him a hand ] I'm a nice robot, promise.

You want a hand down from there? I've fallen off that roof before and it wasn't fun.

couldn't resist doing it

[allknowinghacker]

[Oh Spencer, hope you don't mind your FBI teammates catching sight of you like this. Or perhaps the friendly face will make the situation much more bearable? Either way, Garcia just happens to be below a tree containing one super genius. And upon hearing the noise, she glances up at the tree.]

It looks like you could use some help up there...? Wait, is that you, Reid?

who would even WANT to resist? >:)

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Hey, she's seen him in worse situations. Or, well, heard him.

WAIT

Reid looks down from his position perched on a tree branch, and then color promptly drains from his face. His mouth gets dry.]

G-G-Garcia?

[He has been gone for three months, one week, and one day without seeing anyone from his team. That is easily the longest time he has been out of contact with anyone (sans Prentiss when he thought she was dead) from the BAU. They're a family. And for the past three months, he was forced away from his family, so he hasn't even been able to send a letter to his mother or hold his godson. It's been more painful than he wants to admit.

So yeah, his voice might crack a little when he speaks again.] I-Is that you?

[dragonrights]

[No one, Temeraire decides, could blame him for jumping just a little and flaring his wings when a man popped out of nowhere right beside where he was sitting. Who could have expected that? But he does still have the presence of mind to reach out and catch the man before he hit the ground, very careful not to hurt him with his talons.]

[Enjoy this 18 tonne black dragon peering down at you curiously, Spencer. He's very deliberately folding his wings again as though he was never startled at all.]

Are you all right? [And then after a moment he adds,] I didn't know men could just appear in the air like that. How did you do that?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[You know your day is weird when you can't even say this is the first time a dragon caught you.

Reid looks up at the dragon from his palms with big wide eyes, and to be honest, he is done with all these glitches.] I'm, um, I'm fine, thank you. [Besides the little bit of blood on his left arm.] I don't know how I'm doing it. I just keep on reappearing and disappearing at random intervals.

...You're a talking dragon? [Yes, he needs to say that.]