[CALL] Video; UN: ironiclabcoat

[new_toys]

[The woman on the screen is not wearing a lab coat, despite her username, but if she's not a mad scientist she's missed her calling in life. Despite the punk-ish shock of bleached-blonde hair and the glimpses of best-of-Goodwill-chic clothes, something about her just screams it.

She peers at the camera through yellow-tinted safety glasses, checking to make sure it's on, then pulls back and flashes the network an enormous grin.]

This is awesome.

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[story_and_teller]

Have you been up to the Satellite yet?

[new_toys]

Is that exactly what it sounds like?

I'm guessing not, but up sounds promising.

[story_and_teller]

Oh yes, it is exactly what it sounds like! Just look up-- You're in Tomorrowland, you can't miss it.

[new_toys]

[She has seen it, but she hadn't known what it was at the time. Now, she cranes her neck back until it enters her vision again and lets out a short, sharp sound of excitement. Her eyes glitter behind her yellow lenses when she looks back down at the screen.]

There's a way to get up there.

[This place is so, so great.]

[story_and_teller]

[Loki's grin widens at the glitter of her eyes.]

Oh yes. Several ways.

[new_toys]

Well, lay 'em on me, baby.

[story_and_teller]

You could fly. [Loki starts counting on her fingers.] Or there's transport from the Tower. Portals, teleporation...

[new_toys]

Well, I can't fly, and I've got some... wonky associations with portals right now. So I guess that means beam me up, Scotty, right?

[story_and_teller]

[Loki flashes another grin.]

Wanna go now?

[new_toys]

Absolutely I do. Where are you?

[story_and_teller]

Carmichael's, not far from you.

[new_toys]

Can I Google Maps that?

[She fiddles with the CALL device for a second and brightens.]

Oh, hey. I can.

[story_and_teller]

Then come! We shall dine on fried potatoes, and venture to the Satellite!

[[ooc: wanna set up a log post? :3]]

[new_toys]

((OOC: Got you covered here!))