U. Reeka's Laboratory (Origional)

Wrakling transforms into a dog and lies down on the floor.

There are some bookshelves and family pictures in the lounge, as well as an old stereo that is playing Greek music softly.

... Reeka heads back down to the Secret Surgery.

Dog: Arf woof bark. (What are they saying?)

OOC: Since Sonic is a hedgehog, He can probably understand.

OOC: No, he can't. In the comics and one of the cartoons, he had an ordinary dog who he couldn't understand. BUT, in the comics he had a device that could allow him to understand any language implanted into his head when he was sent into OUTA SPACE, soooooo...

IC:

Sonic: Who? The old guy?

Dog: (Yeah. He seemed like he wanted to get rid of us quickly so he could do something.)

Sonic: Well, I have no idea. I don't have super-hearing.

Wrakling transforms into a fly.

Fly: Bzz Bz Bzz. (I'll be back.)

The Fly follows where Reeka went.

But since the only way down to the lab is by elevator, and the elevator is already downstairs, there is no way that Wrackling could follow the doctor.

U. Reeka: *to Alex* Well, I am back.

Alex: Good for you.

Fly: Bzz. (Wait a minute...)

Wrakling goes back to normal and looks for and o penning in the elevator door.

But there is no opening.

U. Reeka: *to Alex* Some strange blue thing and his friend barge into house, asking for LWB and some sort of Platoon. I told them that former is not here, and latter I have no clue of. I am starting to winder how so many people just keep coming by when this lab is hidden...

Alex: Nothing hidden ever stays hidden. Don't you play RPGs?

OOC: Then how does the elevator door open?

OOC: It doesn't because the elevator is still downstairs.

IC:

U. Reeka: Just because Angelo and Tuola did, doesn't mean I play video games. Waste of time, if you ask me.

Alex: And as for the Platoon thing, by any chance was it the White Platoon?

U. Reeka: Oh yes, that what he call it.

OOC: -.-' Wrakling is made out of Goo. He can squeeze through any tiny opening.

Alex: Well, three of the members are currently in cyberspace and you're talking to one member right now.

U. Reeka: Oh, well it nice to hear you in a group! What does this Platoon do?

Alex: It's a long and boring story which I can't tell you because my concentration has to mainly be focused on frying E. Nigma like an egg.

U. Reeka: *looks down at E. Nigma* I think he already fryed.

Alex: Yeah, that's great, but I have to make sure.

U. Reeka: If you inist. *walks over to a computer and tries to get back on* Still no good, I hope they okay.

OOC: Why am I being ignored?

OOC: You're not, If you're set on having Wrackling follow Reeka, then go ahead.