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[Michael Dodgson]

Michael was working on figuring out the maze. He started at the entrance and after a few minutes, a hole would open up near the entrance and he'd reappear, frowning and stopping to think before trying again.

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[Eric Osgood]

Every three seconds, Michael would feel a gust of wind, and see a blur out of the corner of his eye for a microsecond.

After the firth count, the blur slowed to a run, and then a jog. Eventually, a scruffy Irishman stood at the entrance.

"Oy. Given' it a shot, boyo?"

[Michael Dodgson]

"A bit of a try, yeah," he said. "So far, not so good. I'll get it figured out eventually though."

[Eric Osgood]

"Pfft, tha's what they all say. I got abou' a third a' the way in, then jus' ended up running' in circles. Dug a deep rut inna the pathway, I'm afraid. Haven't been back since."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I figure when I get bored of it, I can just go back to the dorms. Name's Michael by the way."

[Eric Osgood]

"Eric Osgood. Resident Irish cyborg an' speedy guy." He said, glitching his neck slightly as he said it.

"Ooo, damn it! Though I worked tha' one out.."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I'm a London boy, myself. And I'm something of a teleporter. Their words, not mine."

[Eric Osgood]

"Well, tha's bloody sweet. Wha' do ya call it?"

[Michael Dodgson]

"Tunneling, cause that's sort of what it looks like." He took a step towards Eric and disappeared into a strange distortion that collapsed a moment later as he said, "Sort of like that."

[Eric Osgood]

"Bloody sweet. I got somtin' like that. It's called runnin' real fast in one direction, cycling aroun', and stoppin' where I started. Na quite as cool, but close."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I've been through some weird places when I do this though. They tell me I'm sliding between dimensions or something like that."

[Eric Osgood]

"Cool, did ya meet yer evil, goateed twin over ther?"

[Michael Dodgson]

"Not yet. I've seen a couple of people with goatees though. I never get more than a glimpse."

[Eric Osgood]

Well, be shur ta honk em off next time yer passin' through. Evil twins are evil."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I've watched enough Star Trek to know that much," he said with a chuckle.

[Eric Osgood]

"Aye, it's th' basic mutant visual survival guide, righ' there." He replied, with a smirk.

"So, how far 'ave ye gone with her power?"

[Michael Dodgson]

"From one side of the Channel to the other. I could probably go further, but... well... don't want to get into trouble."

[Eric Osgood]

He chuckled.

"You an' me? We're travelers. We go further then anyone, it's wha' we do. Screw trouble."

[Michael Dodgson]

"Eh, I'd rather like to be able to come home without worryin' if the cops are waitin' on me. Travel'll have to wait."

[Eric Osgood]

"We'll, ya ever wan' to try, let me know, boyo. I'm always up fer a good run from authority."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I just need to find a way to make it school-sanctioned travel. That'd probably work."

[Eric Osgood]

"Oy, in tha' case,ya better pick up a shinny black uni with an X an' join the goon squad. They'll let ya' port all over to yer hearts content."

[Michael Dodgson]

'Don't think I haven't thought about it," he said "There's some possibilities there, the uniform being a bit of a con against the pros."

[Eric Osgood]

"Wot? Ye got a problem with form fittin' leather an' /or spandex? I'm shocked, boyo!" He replied, smirking.

[Michael Dodgson]

"Prefer to leave some surprises for the ladies," he said with a laugh.

[Eric Osgood]

"Absolutely, boyo. Don' put everythin' out fer display. At leas' not on tha' first view."

[Michael Dodgson]

"So what's the word on the women around here? All gone over that feathered ponce like the rumors say?"

[Eric Osgood]

"Nah, there ar' plenty free an' availAble lasses about, all quite the looker. An' more arriving jus' about everyday. Jus' plop down somewhere, an' they'll be around."

[Michael Dodgson]

"I'll keep that in mind. So how long you been here?"

[Eric Osgood]

"Abou' a year, hangin' out inna fringes."