Professor Archibald Louvre's page

A thumping noise can be heard from the battered remains of Timeline's WWII era tank. Moments later, Professor Archibald crawls out of the open hatch of the tank.

*cough*cough* I'm still here.

His brief stay in the cryo-chamber not withstanding Archibald looks much healthier than then when last you had seen him. He takes a moment to get his bearings.

Why I say, we're in Visskonia! How in the devil did I get here? Well I suppose we crashed here. Oh dear the authorities aren't likely to be pleased with us. Not at all. Uhm, you there! Yes you in the blue and yellow! Time Rhyme was it? Never mind that we need to vacate these premises before the Visskonian military arrives. They are a rather unkind lot altogether and without a passport they're likely to shoot first and ask questions later.

Archibald dabs at his sweaty brow with his dirt-covered handkerchief. He casts a pained look at the once pristine WWII era tank.

I don't suppose you have another vehicle for transport? Perhaps one that wouldn't be a tragic loss to mankind if it was to be shot up?

Professor Archibald's eyes slowly blink open.

W-w-where am I? Why am I inside of the museum's tank exhibit? Awful nightmare...absolutely awful. Really need to lay off the brandy before bed...

Archy suddenly realizes he's surrounded by the superheroes from the other night.

YOU! What are you doing here? Oh...no...no! It wasn't a nightmare then?! Where is that Sinh fellow? I hope you dealt with him severely, MOST severely in fact! Why he called me an old fart! I am only just past my golden years I'll have you know, still have some adventure in these bones.

Archy wipes some sweat off his brow and sits down in the back of the tank his eyes taking in each crack, crease, and bulkhead of the vehicle. He eyes the strangely garbed Timeline. A WWII M26 Pershing, eh? Well you picked a fine vehicle I must say although it's truly a shame this cannot be displayed in a proper museum. Excellent taste.

Risen Fate is able to intercept Archy before he speeds past. Strange roots are growing out of the palms of his hands and down his arm. Once in contact with him, you realize they appear to be pulling him along...and their speed is rapidly increasing.

I'm not the one flying, you incomeptent buffoon! I don't have super-powers! Stupid dreams, obviously the result of that day old mustard I put on my liverwurst sandwich at lunch.

He closes his eyes willing the nightmare to stop. His speed continues to increase, dragging Risen Fate along. He peeks one eye open.

AHHHHH! Make it STOOOOPPPPPPP!

Hospital must have given him some pretty serious heart medication. Archy appears frightened but not in any immediate danger of another heart attack.

AHHHHHH!!! MAKE IT STOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Ok then, Everyone BUT the person with the highest Sanity makes the save! Who would have guessed... Stability points for Emit, baker, and Joe. 2 ranks of Expertise (Dark Lore) and 1 Sanity drain for Elli.

As you all recover from the incessant lights, you hear Prof. Archibald sream. Get away! No, no, you aren't real. I don't believe it. i can't believe it! AHHHH! Archibald runs out of the room.

Both Tex and Madelyn are curled into fetal positions on the floor holding their heads. Marrisa seems stunned for a second but is able to gather her wits about her and chase after Archibald before he hurts himself.

Elli, you are suprised to find that you too are curled in a fetal position near the back corner. As you collect your senses, you notice that your hand is tracing something in the air as if by muscle memory.

Baker and Emit, your vision comes back quickly after the blinding flash and you notice that...Prof. Dela Ruse and the Eye of Cthulhu are gone.

W-What? Oh, it's you, Ms. Landis. I-I'm sorry but n-n-now isn't a good time.

Archibald looks visibly upset and is clutching an emergency blanket around him as if touched by an unearthly chill...