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HAPPY NEW YEAR'S AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS

[ Best wishes from Bermuda Isle!

A number of booths have sprung up near the shoreline, enticing you to don yourself in the colorful festive garb of a true Bermuda native! Unwind from your day and come out to see what's offered. ♥ There are all sorts of delicious foods and snacks, and plenty of souvenirs. It's time to ring in the New Year of 2012! Lanterns have been strung up, and the snow seems to have stopped. In fact, no snow is to be seen near the site of the festival itself. Oddly, the booths are all run by strange black goatlike creatures in finely tailored suits...

The catch is, unless you sneak in, you have to come with a friend or a date! So find someone to go in with you! ♥ You may even catch a glimpse of Eureka as she wanders the festival... ]

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[Querla gives Philip a disbelieving look.]

The world?

Frankly, I'm surprised I can still access it here... Or at all, though there are logical possibilities for that...

But I have the potential to have access to all of the information that this world has to offer. This includes entries that I had access to at home, and information brought by others along with the information of this world.

But, as I said, entries not from my own world seem to have been locked.

And how did you obtain this?

For the majority of my life, I was part of that data. May body was fabricated from it, and because of that, I was able to access the Planetary Bookshelves. My body is, now, real. But because of how that came to be, I suppose I still have access.

[He's gone a bit more solemn while talking about it. He'd only been "alive" again a short time before he woke up here, and he's worried about people back home.]

[Querla folds her arm. She's a bit unsure how to address Philip's words. She looks him over with a quick scan from head to toe, and surmises that Philip does not look inane or mentally-issued.]

Data made in sentient flesh? And you are still able to connect to your main database?

I'm not fully sure how to explain it without a long-winded explanation... I was by young when I first died and was recreated.

I am still able to connect to the Planetary Bookshelves, and I still have significant access... But without Keywords, it is difficult to sort through what I am able to access.

[Querla lightens her expression from critical inquisitiveness to soft curiosity.] That must have been an interesting experience. [She looks to the book once more.] Do the keywords have to be exact?

My memories of everything before the past three years are... fuzzy at best. But that time does not matter much to me. It's what I do remember that is important, and why I need to find a way home.

[He shakes his head, looking to the book briefly, then back to her.]

The more specific the better, but general terms are also acceptable. One might lead to another. Any knowledge is better than none.

I concur. [Querla looks at Philip with the respect Querla shows to a rational man of knowledge.] I suppose introductions are in order before I venture any further into your knowledge. [She stands straight, feet together, stoic and stern.] Querla Dox of the Brainiac linage, at your acquaintance.

[Philip remains relaxed, if only because he doesn't know how to be any other way, but he clearly regards her with respect, closing the book and tucking it back under his left arm, extending his right hand.]

Philip, the right half of Kamen Rider Double, and the research section of the Narumi Detective Agency. A pleasure to meet you.

Agreed, Detective Philip. [Awkward awkward. Formalities are Querla's escape from any further connections. She puts out her hands and takes his in hers, and then gives it a firm shake.]

Just "Philip" is fine.

[He shakes her hand and then releases it.]

I don't think we're even legally licensed as detectives, though we have some friends in the police department, and we are good at what we do.

But I would rather just go by names than titles.

As you wish.

[Querla glances down at her hand. Truth be told, she honestly doesn't make any physical contact with many people. Back home, not many people had wanted to shake the hand of the descendant of Brainiac, and as she'd grown, she'd learned to keep her appendages close to her body to discourage any ideas.]

I am part of a team of misfits--and I say that as politely as possible--who are charged with guarding the galaxy when their own stupidity does not cause them to trip over their own two feet. [She puts her hand back at her side, and looks at Philip.] Or destroying part of my lab.

[He didn't seem bothered by it at all. She's green, yes, but that's far from the strangest thing he's ever seen. Frankly he's just grateful she hasn't turned into a dinosaur. He chuckles a bit.]

I'm a part of something similar to that myself. Likely on a much smaller scale, but none the less...

It's refreshing to meet a fellow logical being. [And here, she tries to smile, like Cosmic Boy has been encouraging, but it's tiny.] I'm known as Brainiac 5 among my teammates.

I agree.

[He loves Shotaro and the others but they're all completely irrational most of the time. But it works for them.]

I'm just.. Philip. I suppose there are other things I could be called but.. none of them quite suit me as well as "Philip".

Would you prefer to be called Brainiac 5? Or Querla? Ms. Dox?

[He's a rather accommodating fellow. Mostly because he's not suited to being alone, and he's trying to befriend as many people as he can. And it would be nice to have someone to research with.]

[Her smile isn't as tight-lipped, though still tiny.]

I prefer Brainiac 5 among my teammates, or Ms. Dox with elite company, but for you, you may call me Querla. Dropping the necessities of formality as you have.

Just Querla then.

[He nodded with a much clearer smile. Philip was very open with his emotions, again if only because he didn't know how not to be. For how smart and rational he was, he was very very childish and easily excited.]

What exactly do you protect against?

[He was curious about this now, wondering if Dopants weren't local to just the world he'd come from.]

Whatever evil has decided to make nonsense and nothing out of their days. [She sighs, looking to her device.] And then someone tries to demonstrate vain egotism within the team and messes something up yet again.

...That does seem to be the way of things, doesn't it?

[Though he was sure sometimes it was his own ego that had messed things up. But they'd always come out ahead in the end. At least until Philip had died. But that was taken care of now as well, so he tried not to dwell on it.]

But the familiar is good. Easy to handle.

[Querla knew to keep her own ego in check. Of course, she boasted and she prided over her brilliance and title (though often people detailed how it could such a curse), but she never let it interfere with her mission work.] As fun as scraping gelatinous goo from the ceiling truly is?

[She smiles wryly.]

[Philip chuckles a bit and shakes his head.]

That's not one we usually deal with, fortunately. It's rare anything actually occurs at the agency... Though my cat seems to have made a hobby out of knocking Shotaro's things off of his desk.

Only one cat?

Shotaro doesn't really like Mikku, so I doubt he'd let me bring another cat home... Franky, I'm surprised Shotaro even kept him during the year I was dead.

Shotaro doesn't like cats?

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