HANDYSPLOSION [open to multiple]

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew is snooping, but he's not getting very far with it. The trouble with absurdly powerful, government-sanctioned entities is that getting inside the base of such an organization tends to be a bit more complicated than showing up with a forged Health and Safety ID card. Of course, he could probably get inside very easily if he simply went up to the front doors and announced himself, but somehow he doubts he'd be likely to come back out without making a grand production of escaping, and he doesn't want to be too late coming home and make James worry.

The other trouble with Romac is that they're too smart to have anything interesting going on outside. After quite a bit of loitering -- more loitering than is probably wise -- all Andrew's seen is fairly ordinary people going in and out of the building. Disgruntled at their failure to be even the least bit interesting, Andrew finally gives up in disgust and decides to walk to the rebel base in order to say hello to a few people and use their private library.

He makes it less than halfway to the park before disaster strikes. Later, Handrew will be mortally embarrassed that the crisis didn't come about because some Romac agent spotted him and decided to make trouble, or because he had to run to intercept an alien, or even because someone got it in their head to mug him. No, this disaster occurs simply because neither Andrew nor a certain speeding taxi driver happens to be looking in the right direction at the right time. As the meta-crisis steps out into the intersection of Lexington and 59th (against right of way, if he'd bothered to notice), there's a deafening screech, an impact, and Andrew quite unexpectedly shatters.

The reflex to use his power when surprised likely saves his life. Twelve tiny Andrews are scattered across the road a moment later, all of them stunned to one degree or another. As they recover and realize what's happened -- and hear the yells of a few people who saw -- they all take the same course of action:

Run.

Unfortunately, very few of them run in the same direction. There's no plan or pattern to it, and very quickly the Andrews scatter to the four winds -- or at least to the four corners of the intersection. There are a few shouts (even New Yorkers tend to notice when someone explodes next to them) and one person even stoops and tries to grab one of the four-inch-tall Andrews, but he has quite a bit of experience in running for cover.


[OOC: Let me know where you want to encounter one or more Andrews, and I will write up an explanation of how he got there. The accident occurred at E. 59th St. and Lexington Ave. (the game map might help you here), and the Andrews have gone in every direction. Some Andrews will take advantage of the nearby subway entrances; depending where he enters he could do as he intends and go northwest, or he could get on the wrong train and go northeast, which would take him past Romac housing. Really, anything is possible -- though he's trying to get to either the Rebels or the TARDIS, he could get lost in any direction, or stay stranded near the intersection. Just write a tag indicating where your character encounters an Andrew and I'll work it out (or you can PM me or ping me on AIM if you want to hammer it out together). He'll be staying in twelfths, since merging into sixths would make him a foot and a half high, meaning he'd be still too small to get around without trouble but too big to go unnoticed. There might be multiple Andrews traveling together, so let me know if you want two of them.]

UPDATE, November 14: Nine Andrews are accounted for so far. One Andrew each currently reserved for Lucy, Spike, and Topher, meaning no more Andrews are available.

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[aly_brighteyes]

It only matters if someone's looking, otherwise he can chat as much as he wishes.

"Well, good thing I know how to trot along with the best of them," Aly promises, smiling lightly.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Just so long as you don't drop me," replies Andrew, only just now thinking of it. Holding up the scarf for her to take (or at least holding up the little part of it he can while the rest remains on the ground), he adds, "Sooner the better, no telling what trouble I'm getting into without me there."

[aly_brighteyes]

"Oh no," Aly says, crinkling her nose mischievously as she shoves the scarf into her purse. "I mean to throw you up into trees and bounce you like a rubber ball."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Oh, well that's alright, then," Andrew grins. Hesitating for a second as if deciding whether to stand on decorum and somehow insist on his dignity, he abruptly decides that no, he's not going to do that. "Up?" he suggests, lifting his arms like a small (a very, very small) child asking to be picked up.

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly grins and lifts Andrew up, one hand carefully around his chest and the other sweeping him up behind the knees.

"Will this do?"

[bluesuit_handy]

He's small enough that it's sort of overkill, but the way she lifts him is surprisingly gentle...if unnerving. For all his agreeableness, Andrew still finds it unsettling how easily she can manipulate him like a doll.

"Very cozy," he grins, his jocularity just slightly strained now. He's trying, Aly. It's not your fault.

[aly_brighteyes]

"You're taking this a deal better than I would have," Aly comments, starting toward the meeting point so they can set this aright.

"But I've a history of bad luck with handlers."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Handlers?" asks Andrew, wanting to distract himself from his current situation. Aly is a nice girl, and he did want to be carried so he'd have a rest, but this is still not the most comfortable thing for him. "Have you been picked up and carried about, then?"

[aly_brighteyes]

"I was a slave once, in the world where Daine and I come from." If she keeps her tone light, then Aly's old fear and anger will have no place to seep in.

"I wasn't picked up quite like this, but there was more than my share of moving from place to place under someone else's orders."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew puts one of his hands on her finger, applying gentle pressure in a way that's meant to convey sympathy. "I've been captured a few times," he admits. "More than my fair share, really. Never enslaved, but -- well. I get it. And I'm sorry."

[aly_brighteyes]

The gesture, no matter how tiny, is gratefully received and Aly curls her fingers a little like a hug.

"So, if I can manage to not be a brute about this, so much the better, don't you think?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"I've certainly had rougher treatment," chuckles Andrew. He sobers, though, as he thinks about it. "But this size...I can't say I'd be thrilled to meet any past adversaries at the moment."

[aly_brighteyes]

"You and me both. Let's try and prevent worse?" she suggests cheerfully.

"I think we're almost there."

[bluesuit_handy]

If only he knew. Andrew grins up at her, wondering why he didn't look up this friend of Daine's and make friends with her properly before now. "You're going to love this next bit," he says cheerfully. Whether he means seeing the TARDIS or seeing him merge...well, both are pretty impressive.

[aly_brighteyes]

"Oh am I?" she teases. "I'm quite hard to impress, you know." She has traveled with gods after all.

"What's it like?"

[bluesuit_handy]

Perhaps Andrew ought to think twice about letting Aly in the TARDIS without asking the TARDIS first but, well. She's helping him, and she's a friend of Daine's, and he's practically the Doctor anyway, right?

"Spoilers," he says decisively, tapping the side of his nose. He wants to see how she'll take the whole 'bigger on the inside' thing.

[aly_brighteyes]

"Yes, but I'm a terribly spoiled brat, so I don't mind," Aly flirts, pretending for everyone's sake that she's not discussed her own slavery.

"The blue box, then?"

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew laughs, glad to skip pointing out that she's already told him she's anything but. "The blue box," he confirms. "You'll just have to wait and see."

[aly_brighteyes]

She nods up the path, sharpening her Sight to find the box more easily. "Good thing we don't have to wait long, then."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew is slightly nervous as they approach that the TARDIS won't spot him. As they draw near, he lifts his arms and calls out, "It's me, Andrew! Let us in?"

[aly_brighteyes]

Helpfully (or unhelpfully), Aly raises Andrew up to the level of her own eyes. If the TARDIS itself has eyes, Aly can only help they match a human's.

[bluesuit_handy]

After a moment, Andrew twists to look back at Aly. "Try the door?" he suggests.

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly laughs and knocks briskly. "Should I try opening the door?"

[bluesuit_handy]

When no one answers, Andrew nods and gestures. "She'll know we're here by now," he says.

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly nods and shifts her grip on Andrew carefully, pressing on the door and hoping it swings open.