<strong>Myriad &amp; Ada</strong><em>@Fast Food</em><br/><br/>"Are you taking it with your or eating here? Cash or credit?" The bored looking male clerk behind the counter looked up at Myriad and Ada seriously, keying in the pair of orders. "Hmm, it'll be 4 minutes, anything else?" The clerk waited for them to answer and pay, before lifting up a number sign to hand over, making sure to sign their order with the same number, slipping it back to the kitchen's side. It seemed the people were getting to work preparing the order quickly enough.<br/><br/>At that time, an older man in a table not far from there lifted his gaze, looking up at Myriad and Ada. Smiling quietly, and eating a burger on his plate bite by bite, seeming unrushed. On the table before him rested a manilla folder, with the word<em>Hades Incorporated</em>over it. The man said nothing, merely observed the two women from a small distance, eating little bit by little bit.<br/><br/>Just then, lights flickered on and off, the guy behind the register cussing. "Oh for... BOSS! The register tilted again, the powerout crap is getting annoying, can you come put in the code?" A tired looking older man in a white shirt walked from the back to start keying in a code to open the register back to business.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Paradox, Coral, and Beat</strong><em>@Motel Room</em><br/><br/>The screen in the room flickered a moment, the visions shown before shifting back to the dvd in the drive for a few seconds, a moan rising from the television screen although the picture was a bit scrambled, before Paradox's presentation image returned. It seemed that the dvd-player was still running though Ada had jabbed the power out of the television earlier. Of course, Paradox's power was pretty much hijacking the control of the device directly, surpassing the digital switch.<br/><br/>Beyond that, as Coral appeared, Paradox's suit's system found an error listing. An error that spread swiftly to the rest of the system. This woman was not in his archive at all. No entry, not in either the public files or the few confidential files he had access to. Then again the time had proven to be full of surprises but this time there was no reaction what so ever.<br/><br/>Finally the system spat out a short analysis.<em>"Individual unique to this timeline. No copies exist in alternate time-lines. Previous time-lines may or may not have connections leading up to this, but the history from this point on, based on old archive, does not know of an individual like her. Either extensive deletion has occured (error: violation of the Treaty of Rome!) or this individual was never in the system in the first place."</em><br/><br/>Nonetheless, on the screen flickered a pair of images. Muse on the cover of an album reading<em>Street Beats</em>, and then an eerie figure of a silver haired woman and pale, almost white skin, the image cracking. The lights in the room shifted slightly,and someone was shouting next door.<br/><br/>"Another power outage!? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" The voice of the man was muffled, and by the sounds of it he was screaming it at the top of his lungs. The walls were thick enough to keep conversation on one side at least, but still, someone was infuriated.