Part 1 [9/4/12]
Two weeks have passed since the call between the two colleges. Max has contacted the Detection Legacy group of his plan for sneaking into Plutes. Some finer details were still being sorted out, like how to appear someone different. Meanwhile Max was also taking reference material from the far off island via the link to Halesowen College. Since Max needs to act like someone from the island called the U.K. and the country of England, he needed all the files he could relating to life there.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when the latest link conference brought an unexpected trip with it.
"You can see all of the life of England. Much better than some videos and films," Scott says.
"But what about here? Where I live?" Max asks.
"You'll only be here for three weeks, and then Jaz will be able to go with you. It will be an experience."
"And I can bring my laptop?"
"Whatever you want," Scott exclaims. "But don't lose it or try to sell it. That technology might bring unrest among the majority of people."
"Don't worry. Only what is necessary for the running of my laptop then."
"Great! When can you get here?"
"What date is your computer giving you for today?" Max asks.
"Twenty-eighth of June," Scott replies. "Why?" he then adds.
"Twenty-eighth..." Max says slowly. "First of July... Right! I can meet you on the second of July. Do you have a map I can look at of the country?"
"Yes, of course. Sending a link to you now."
Max opens the link that is sent through to his e-mail and studies the map.
"I can get a boat to the port of Weston or Brean. Your choice."
"Well, call when you get in range of the U.K. and we'll meet you at Weston."
"That's decided then. Good meeting, and I'll see you again soon. Number to call?"
"Being sent now. Bye for now."
"Got it," Max reports. "And see you soon."
The link disappears, and Max pulls up the cam link for the Lower Clifton College Media Staff Room. No-one is there except some others from the drama department. Max closes the link and shuts the laptop down. He then packs the laptop in a case, with the charger and other accessories needed. He then packs the suitcases in his room with any clothes he can find.
Then he heads into the dining room, to tell his dad of the latest holiday.
Part 2 [12/4/12]
"What is this for though?" Max's dad asks.
"It's a trip out to see more of the world than just this island," Max replies. "I've already got it sorted. I just need the hire of a boat."
"No need. I can contact my pilot of our boat, and he'll take you there. It's fast."
"Great. But will it be able to make a journey to the other hemisphere in two days?"
"It should be. My pilot can tell you."
His dad then picks up a phone and calls the pilot. After agreeing to something, he then quits the call and phones someone else.
Turning to Max, he says "Is it urgent you get there immediately?"
"I said I'd meet them on the second of July," Max points out. His dad then goes back to the call.
Finishing that call, he says to Max "My pilot is contacting a fast driver who will be here in an hour. The boat will get you to where you want to go, presiding you can direct him in the right way, in three days."
"OK. I have time to check some last minute things."
Max leaves and sets his computer back up, searching for a map of the world using the bad encrypted channel to the world internet access. Having accessed one on a search engine called Legoo, or so it looked like, he saved it as best as he could using the file conversion software. It was slow going to save, but eventually it did. Accessing the saved file, he matched the map of the UK to its position on the world map. Using the editing software it was open in, he drew a circle around the UK and matched the average position of the island he was on.
Realising he couldn't, Max wondered if he would lose his way when trying to get back.
Within three hours, they had set off in the boat. Max was reassured when the pilot said he would be able to find the way back when the time came. Guiding the pilot, Max had realised, was a lot harder with no accurate position of their home country. He had directed the pilot along the spine of what his map told him was Africa during most of the first day and around the curvature during the second. On the third they had reached the UK during the night, but when Max checked his map again, he realised they were on the wrong side of the UK. Loading up his laptop, plugging it into the power source of the boat, he told the pilot to follow the bottom area of the UK and around the area that held Plymouth, Falmouth and Newquay and head straight into the Bristol Channel. Zooming in further, he then located Weston.
But then the power had ran out.
Max had drained the power stored in the battery from the solar rays.
They would have to wait until morning to do anything else.
"We was running short on power, what with the sun going in," the pilot of the ship states. "And there you go, plugging your laptop in. Surely it had enough power?"
"Yes, it did," Max replies with a growl. He really didn't like this pilot. The day shift pilot was nicer, and friendlier too.
The fact was his laptop was still running, but its power cell was driven to its limits by the unstable operating system Max was running. It wasn't the OS itself, it was all the add-ons and background work it had to process. So even with a dual Z battery, the best you could get, it still wouldn't run for more than an hour.
Max returns to his cabin aboard the ship, just so he could escape the pilot, taking his laptop with him.
The day shift pilot started running toward Weston as soon as he reached the bridge. Max dialed up Scott and told him they would soon be arriving. Scott then said transport would be waiting to pick him up and take him to the college.
Max relayed this to the day shift pilot, and also told him to wait until instructed. Reaching the port, the boat is pulled in by Max with the holding rope.
On the street, after walking up a maze of passageways, Max sees a coach but dismisses it. Weston seemed like a holiday destination, and so parked coaches were to be expected. Dialing Scott again, on his laptop - very conspicuous near a beach, he gets video chat. Scott tells him to wait where he is, and describes the vehicle coming to get him. Max sees windows behind Scott, and asks where he is.
"Oh, I should have said. Me and another lecturer are bringing another group down to film something. One coach and one mini-bus. The mini-bus has all the equipment on it."
"Oh," Max pronounces. He had no idea. "So Jaz isn't with you?"
"No. But we'll be with you soon."
The cam deactivates and Max packs the laptop away again. Keeping a firm grip on the case, Max turns around and watches the people on the beach.
A rumble of an engine makes Max turn around, and Scott and Max face each other for the first time.
Part 4 [18/4/12]
Scott then exits the mini-bus and starts directing the students from the coach to collect the gear. Max waits patiently while this is done. Leading the students down to the beach entrance, Scott turns off and walks to Max. Some of the students turn to look at him, but Max takes no notice, looking at Scott.
Light brownish hair, with a slightly pointed face and stubble on his chin. Blue eyes and a kind and understanding expression, Scott then speaks to him. "So you must be Max." The voice had a slightly airy tone, but with a bit of grit.
"Yes. Since when was this arranged?" Max indicated the students, now setting up for filming something.
"About two weeks ago. The project the students had demanded a port and sea for most of them, although some decided to do a documentary on boat museums or on boats. I changed it when you contacted me to this location, since it was easier to close off."
"Will it affect their grades?" Max asks.
"Not really. Now then, what is this place you were talking about. It sounds like a good thing."
"Yes. It is." Max's tone darkened a bit, but then resumed its normal vocals. "The place itself is nowhere near any city so limits of noise aren't applicable to the place. The class learned a lot there." Max hated lying about this, but he needed to if the plan was to go ahead. A little theatrics might go a good way to impress the quality of the place. "I wish I could go again, but there are security restrictions which mean only groups of more than twenty can go."
"Hm. Must be a good place then, to be wanting to go again. Now what about how you got here? Will your captain wait?"
"Pilot," Max automatically corrects. Scott looks quizzical at him. "That's what we call them, back at the Republic Antarctic. Where I live," Max informs. "Since we have no air vehicles, who's drivers are normally called pilots, the original prospector of the Republic Antarctic felt that captains should be renamed pilots in the spirit that they were pilots in their own right."
"Interesting. Your culture seems more advanced than ours, at least in terms of ideals." Scott then indicates the laptop bag. "But how will that thing run? Can it be adapted to run off our electric mainframe?"
"No," Max admits, but then explains, "It runs off solar energy, with a fully functioning generator which collects and stores it. All things do."
"More advanced in terms of electric and gas too. You might find some things to be a bit different, and others to be a huge advancement from what you know. Now then, could you find something to do while I check upon the students?"
"Of course," Max says.
While Scott moves off to check upon the students, moving around the different groups and seemingly asking if all was going well, Max watches them at it. Leaning on a wall, Max then loads his laptop back up to check his messages. One thing he notes is that he can latch onto the national Internet a lot easier, but the Republic Antarctic's Wireless Network Station was reporting slowdown from being far from the relay. Dependent on how long he was staying here, he would need to sort that link out, and only to tell the pilots on the ship how to do it.
They would be bored if he didn't get that soon, and Max knew a way to do it already. Alerting Scott he was going on a quick trip, he walks back to the ship and shows the day shift pilot how to access the national Internet and then insert a code which relay's back to the RAWNS. The day shift pilot thanks him and gives Max a small communicator which should be used to alert them of any news.
When Max returns back to the beach area where the filming was going on, he notices that most of the students have gone. Walking to where the mini-bus was parked, Scott is sitting on the step watching the stragglers.
"Everyone else has finished, but we can't return here, so we've given that lot over there a few minutes more."
"Very thoughtful," Max comments.
Soon those students are finished as well, and when they return to the mini-bus to give the equipment back, Max gets more stares, and he knows that they were thinking why he was still here. Scott tells him to get in and follows the students to the coach. A few minutes and Scott was back.
They then got underway, heading back to Halesowen College.
Part 5 [21/4/12]
"The ride back will be about an hour," Scott comments.
"That's OK," Max assures. "So when will I be able to see Jaz?"
"Tomorrow." Max's face stares in shock. "That's when he is in," Scott says. "The prototype enlistment that his group are on means they only have to go in for three days."
Conversation stops for a short while. The coach turns away from the beach and into a built-up area.
"The buildings here are a lot different from back home," Max slowly states.
"Why? How are they different?" Scott asks.
"The buildings back home are all one floor."
Conversation halts again. Some fields start going past the windows.
"So what exactly do you do?" Max asks. "In the course you teach."
"Well there is theory and practical behind the course that goes on. History of editing, filming short films. Working to proper filming standards of the industry. Learning about different types of cinema and film."
"Sounds boring," Max bluntly states. "At the Lower Clifton College of Arts, we always go on trips and sometimes even holiday's. Sometimes trips will be organised that have no relevance to what we are doing, just so we can escape the classroom environment. But then in the last few weeks, all the trips stop and it's a lot of paperwork as we strive to finish the course."
"That's..." Scott pauses, trying to think of a soft way to say it. "Unusual. Don't the teachers there ever get bogged down trying to control the students?"
"No. The counter rule stops that."
"Any offense gets a counter next to your name. With five, no trips are allowed at all. Ten, one grade is docked off your overall mark. Fifteen.., expulsion from the college. However, good behavior and great marks will pull the counters down."
More fields flash past as the speed of the mini-bus increases. Max looks out of the front windshield to see no cars in front, and only one thin road.
"Won't he crash if a vehicle comes the other way?" Max asks.
"This road has been closed off for us. We can get to whatever speed we want. Anyway, do you have anywhere to stay?"
"You can stay with me, just for one night."
"Won't anyone else mind?"
"Well... I suppose another student might be willing to have you... Or you could just stay in the college itself. Secretly, like. Actually, scrap that."
"No. That's fine."
A sudden deceleration then grips the mini-bus. It turns left and continues along another road. The journey continues, with fields continuing to whip past the windows. Buildings start appearing in clusters again, and it is apparent a city is being passed. Soon a blue sign with 'M5' in white is spotted by Max, and the mini-bus accelerates again.
"It's been an hour," Max says. "You said it would only take an hour."
"Forgive me. I meant two."
Fields and buildings flash past the windows, and soon the mini-bus decelerates again. It heads down a hill and takes the third exit off the roundabout it comes to, as Scott calls them. It continues straight down the road, takes the first exit off the next roundabout, then the third exit on the roundabout after that. The mini-bus follows the thin road to the end, which a sign labeled as 'Old Hawne Lane' then turns right. First a school is seen, and then the mini-bus stops outside Halesowen College.
A familiar looking person is stood by the entrance.
Scott exits first. Max follows.
"Hello, Jaz," Scott says. "Why are you here?"
"Hi Scott. Hi... Max, was it?" Jaz asks with a slight turn of his head. Max nods. Jaz then turns back to Scott. "Anyway, I heard from another teacher while in Block 7 that a trip had been rearranged by you due to a meeting with someone. I took a guess that it was Max here. A place to stay has already been arranged for you," he then adds to Max.
"Well, I'll leave you two together," Scott says and starts walking to the coach that pulled up behind.
"Scott!" Jaz shouts. "Is this mini-bus available for another hour or so?"
"Well, I can take a slight detour. Why?"
"Because Max here is staying with me and I need transport home."
Part 6 [24/4/12]
The students file out and collect the equipment. Some stare at Max, as if wondering how he got here, not even considering that he came on the mini-bus with Scott. When the students all enter the complex, Scott then tells Max and Jaz to follow him.
"Right then," Scott says as they enter the mini-bus. "You'll have to direct me."
"OK. Do you know where New Birmingham Road is?" Jaz asks.
"Yes, of course."
The mini-bus starts up and drives off, turning left at the intersection and down a hill. Max sees roadworks on what looks like another hill, and the mini-bus turns left again. Straight the way to the end second exit off the first roundabout, then the second. Third exit off the third roundabout, a long road then followed.
Max then turns to Jaz. "Will your parents mind me staying, though?"
"Of course. They know it's for all the right reasons. Anyway, you'll be staying in my room, so most of the time you'll be out of the way."
"That's good, then."
A third exit off a large roundabout, and then two second exits then Scott says, "New Birmingham Street. Now where?"
"Find somewhere to park up and we'll walk the rest of the way."
Scott, in response, continues ahead, then Jaz has a change of mind. "In fact, park up in Meadow Lane."
They get to Meadow Lane and the mini-bus parks up. "I'll be seeing you two tomorrow then."
"You live far from the college," Max remarks. "How do you get there?"
"The college has its own coach service that stops at various points."
"Nice." The two then walk, which takes half an hour at a slow pace, to Jaz's house.
The houses all look the same down the street. The same garage at one end, the same extended window next to the garage.
"Where's the door?" Max asks.
"Round the side," Jaz says, as though it was obvious. The two then walk round the side and Jaz opens the door. The two walk up the stairs and left twice. They then enter Jaz's room.
The room, from the door, is all to the left with a window in the middle of the opposite wall, and a bed on that wall as well. Both curtains and bed sheets are a dark blue. The wallpaper is a light whitish-blue. Posters cover the walls of things that Max has no idea of. Some have what looks like a logo with the lettering 'Doctor Who' on them.
On the wall holding the door, a length-wide table on the wall holds a laptop and other items. Drawers are also present in the table.
"This is it," Jaz says. "That sleeping bag is for you, and I'm sure I can give you half of the table for any work you have to do."
"Don't worry," Max says, putting his two bags down on the floor. "There is only five changes of clothes in this bag, and I only have a laptop with me for entertainment." Max then looks at Jaz. "Hold on. Scott said I'll see both of you tomorrow. He's not expecting me to go as well, is he?"
"I would only suspect for a day or two."
"And the college coach?"
"Don't worry. Stay with me and you'll be allowed on. All I need is a photo of you and I can forge a bus pass from an old one I have."
"And signing in as a visitor?"
"I'll guide you to where you need to go."
Max then opens one of the bags, the one with his laptop in, and takes out a small device with a circular port, and a flat shaped shiny item with a small box attached to it. He sticks the flat shaped object on the window, with the circular port device held in his hand. He then presses a button on each device at the same time and a small green light shines on the object stuck on the window. He then sticks the circular port device into his laptop.
Jaz stares, fascinated. "What's that?" he asks.
"A solar energy power source wireless-adapted to sync with any automated solar panel available or to a handheld solar panel which is now stuck to your window," Max explains. "You don't mind, right?"
"Of course not. Can you give me one of them?"
"Dinner!" a voice shouts from downstairs.
"Come on. Time for you to taste food you might not be aware existed."
Part 7 [27/4/12]
Back down the stairs, the dining and lounge room was located in roughly the same position of Jaz's room. There was one table at the far end of the room, with four people already sat at it. Two were children, female and both looked almost the same with most of Jaz's features. The tall male Jaz said was his dad, who also had jet black hair but a sharp featured face, turned to look as the two walked in.
"Chicken burgers for tea," he says. "Sauces on the table." he then looks quizzically at Max. "Have you ever tried southern fried chicken? Home made."
"I've eaten something like it," Max replies, taking a seat at the end of the table. Jaz sits next to him.
At least three plates are on the table, each containing five burgers each. Max grabs two and starts eating. The taste was spicy. Everyone else had already eaten at least one, so the plates were cleared of burgers pretty quickly. Then Jaz's mom brought in two plates of cake. Those were divided up and slices handed out. Max's was slightly larger, he notices, but eats it all the same.
"So, where do you come from?" Jaz's dad asks Max.
"An island on the southern hemisphere, near the Antarctic," Max replies. "We have advancement in technology due to better governmental ideals."
"And what are those governmental ideas?"
"I don't know all of them," Max starts slowly, "but we are supposed to make research and development a priority. Our systems of computing power might be of a higher standard. We even use solar energy for everything."
The conversation stops as the cake is finished.
"Thanks for the meal and dessert," Max says.
"No problem. Your a guest. Anything you need, be sure to ask," Jaz's mom says.
"Thanks." Max then follows Jaz back up to his room.
"Ever heard of Star Wars or Doctor Who?" Jaz asks.
"No. Why. What are they?"
"Star Wars is a mass multimedia production. Flims, TV, games books. You name it. Doctor Who is the same. Both are sci-fi based. Actually, I have a game of Star Wars that might get you into it. A friend of mine from college said he got into Star Wars by playing it, and recommended I try it. It is good, trust me."
Jaz then inserts a disk into his laptop as he sits down, and 'Star Wars Battlefront 2' launcher loads up. Going through the titles, he then selects a mode, then a map. Once that loads, all Max has to do is think of real soldiers, a slightly different spawn screen - split into character select and map respawn point, and he recognises the game instantly.
"It's like Frontal Assault," he says.
"What?" Jaz exclaims.
"This game. It reminds me of Frontal Assault."
"And what is that exactly?"
"A game based off a series of books that are a prequel series to one of the best selling books in the Republic Antarctic."
"And it has spawned all the other media for it?"
"Well, no. The sci-fi book that started it all has a game made about it, as well as a film split into two parts, but the prequel series only has the spin-off game just like this Star Wars Battlefront here."
"Why is it that sci-fi does the best?" Jaz asks.
"Who knows. But I get the feeling that you have something on your mind regarding the two series you mentioned."
"Yes. Me and the friend who recommended Battlefront here have created a spin-off series with both of the series, but we're having a bit of trouble advertising even now. And we want something like a game."
"I have the software to make one, easily. What I need is a disk driver from your computers so I can export it onto a disk that will run on your computer OS'."
"I was more thinking of a Flash game I could link on my website."
"Flash game? I might have software like it that I can link to. Although now you mention it, I have access to your internet base anyway. I can make a game and crush the file size down so that it could work as a download game which you could put on your website."
"Really?" Jaz sounds both exasperated and shocked at the same time. "What about payment?"
"What about it?"
"Don't you want it?"
"When can you start?"
"Research, one week minimum. More if necessary. You'll be coming with me to go to Plutes anyway once my two weeks here are up. As for starting, no time like the present."
Max loads up his laptop. Jaz notes the OS is called 'DynaBoom'. The internet browser, called 'Axium Alpha', is like the FireFox browser, but slightly different with a constant left-side tab showing icons which were most likely favourite set websites.
Then Max set to work.
Part 8 [1/5/12]
The next day, Tuesday, came. Jaz had figured a reasonable way of cloning his college bus pass, so Max was sat next to him on the bus. During the course of last night, Max had done some research into Star Wars and the basic principles of what it was about.
Jaz had suggested, the night before, to talk to his friend Chris, who was more of a Star Wars fan then he was. The bus journey took roughly half an hour, making multiple stops on the way. It then went up the road the mini-bus had took yesterday and parked outside the same spot.
Both Jaz and Max leave the bus and walk past a shop on the left within the college boundary. The two then turn left and walk on a road. A restaurant was on the right of where they were facing. A barrier stood before them, yellow and black, and beyond that a car park.
It was then that Jaz remembers, "Wait. We need to get you a temporary pass."
"Yes. I forgot too."
The two then turn and walk back the way they came, turning left into a reception. Jaz then says to the receptionist "This is Max Rushden, who will be staying for some time and needs a temporary pass."
"No trouble," the receptionist says, turning to Max, "we'll get one sorted now." She then asks for full name, date of birth and other details. She then hands him a pass. "This is valid until the end of the term."
"Thanks," Max says, and the two then head back to where they came from. At the barrier, they turn right then they reach a building and turn left, then almost straight after right again. Straight down the path, they turn right and walk up a ramp. Some students are waiting already.
"Everyone, I'll wait until everyone is here to make the formal introductions, although I think Scott might do that anyway, but this is Max Rushden, and he will be coming in from time to time, maybe each day, to see what we do here."
"Hello," one girl says, wearing a red coat. The others then follow in saying hello. One student is wearing all black, and has light skin with brown hair and eyes. He is also wearing glasses.
"Ah, Chris," Jaz says. "Max here, said he'd develop a game of some sort for Doctor Who: The Star Wars Chronicles. Part of advertising the game."
"That's good," Chris says. "This is Ryan, by the way." He indicates the male next to him, with a sharp feature set, brown ees and hair, but more spiky, and spots dotted around his face.
"Yes. I'm sure everyone will introduce them to you. And if they ask, who knows? We might even be best of friends."
Scott then arrives with some folders and a key. He opens the door, and others arrive up the ramp as the second door is opened.
As everyone takes seats, Scott pulls Max aside. "Okay, everyone," he says. "This is Max Rushden. He will be joining these classes to get a feel of what lessons we do here regarding media and TV and Film."
"So where does he come from?" one student nearest the door asks.
"Well..." Scott prompts.
"Okay," Max starts. "There is no way that you can find it, but the place is called the Republic Antarctic. Basically, it is near the south pole. We have a lot of advancements in technology, including our own internet network, which is why no-one would be able to locate us. We have colleges as well, but know nothing of the way of doing things here. And then, as a favour for this, Jaz will be coming with me to sample our way of doing things."
"Ace. Make sure to tell us all about it," another student says.
"Don't worry. I will," Jaz says.
"And now, while we get on with our lesson," Scott states, "You need a seat. Maybe next to Jaz?"
"OK." Max walks to Jaz, and Scott then says "But don't disrupt anyone, not that it matters much."
Max takes his seat, and Scott starts the lesson.
Part 9 [3/5/12]
The lesson ends, and the students get up making small talk. They had been finishing watching a film called Johnny English, and Scott had then mentioned another film, Speed, and the group was asked to compare the two films. Apparently, they had watched that film beforehand.
As everyone left, Jaz asked if he was accompanying him. Scott, however, pulls Max aside.
"Jaz, can you just leave for a bit? Go outside?"
"Yeah, sure," Jaz answers Scott.
After he walks outside and closes the door, Scott says to Max, "That was just one lesson. They've got another lesson in here, so I'll leave a message on the board for the lecturer. You'll be here to explain to her as well. Then all I have to do is find the other lecturers and explain to them."
"Fair enough," Max says.
Scott then picks up the folder and DVD's, as he calls them, and leaves the room. A few moments later, Jaz walks back in with Chris. The others of the group, Amy, Jess, Liam, Shannon, then start entering again as well.
"So, you stay with us?" Jaz asks.
"Yes. Oh, and does anyone have any paper? I know I'm meant to be observing but it still does get a bit boring if nothing much is being done."
Chris pulls a folder out of his bag, black with a shoulder strap, the folder white and ring-bound, and pulls two pieces out. "Sketching ideas?" he asks.
Over the course of the rest of the day, Max had a limited view of the lessons of TV and Film in the UK. After the lesson with the lecturer named Hannah, a small and cheery person, Max had to endure the same two hour break that Jaz said they had to endure every college day, but was worse of a Wednesday as it was two and a half hours. To spend the time, they collected some food from the canteen or refectory, it was hard to tell which it actually was as everyone called it one of the two, and then walked it into the town of Halesowen. Shops were on both sides of the walkway when they reached it by going through a churchyard. Then they entered the inside shopping mall, and there were shops all over, separated in the middle by an influx of advertising campaigners and benches. The shops were varying in size, and one shop in particular, a game shop, was closed. But a new sign had been pasted over the windows, Jaz alerted him. That sign said that a new shop was opening tomorrow. They made a mental note to check back tomorrow. The atmosphere during the break was relaxed, but also had a slight wearisome, as though they did this nearly everyday.
Back in the class, an older man, also cheery, just let the students do what they want. He had introduced himself as Mick, and said they had finished all assignments for the unit he taught so he didn't have anything to give them, and most left at 15:00. Jaz it seemed, was one of those people.
"So, you've got a few ideas on which of the two sci-fi series?" Jaz asks, back in his room.
"Well I started on Star Wars. Seemed the most interesting. Now seems the most complicated."
"Talks with Chris should rectify that. He knows more about that sci-fi series than I do. My profession is Doctor Who. In fact, it might just be easier to read what Chris has already done for the story of the Doctor Who: Star Wars Chronicles on his website, and from my audios, which he writes."
"But neither of you have the experience to make a game?"
"None whatsoever. Audios and novels are our profession. Well, Chris is good at animation, but not good enough to do any proper 3D things."
"So me this website then." Max loads up his laptop, and access his internet browser. Jaz directs him to cdsmedia.tk.
On it, Max instantly sees the Doctor Who: Star Wars Chronicles, as well as a Star Wars section, a story called Pokemon: Shadow Boom, and also one called TV and Film Residential Camp. He almost missed the last story.
Located by a page called links, the name 'Zincite Storm League' sprang out. His curiosity wanted him to take a look. He looked to Jaz, hovering his mouse over the title.
"Ah, that's another of his original creations. As well as sci-fi and fantasy, he likes racing cars and racing games. So he made another story that is all about racing set on another planet. The first original creation story he came up with was TV and Film Residential Camp."
"Interesting. I'll have to catch up on all these, although, if I can have access to any technology you can get from your wireless communications device for delivering internet capabilities, I might be able to boost my signal so I can keep in contact when you leave the Republic Antarctic."
"Will do. I might be able to buy one second hand."
"Need money?" Max asks, and pulls out a card that looks official and looks like a debit card.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes. Our currency is the same. The only thing that probably is."
Part 10 [4/5/12]
"How much do you have?" Jaz asks.
"Well, we get paid depending on the grade we get for each assignment," Max starts, "so I'd say roughly one-thousand-and-seventy."
"That much!" Jaz exclaims. "What are the payments for each grade?"
"Highest is an ess grade, and that brings in one hundred pound. Next is an ay grade, which gives fifty pound. Bee grade gives twenty. See grade gives ten. There are no other grades."
"Yes, let's get to more research however."
The next day passes, but it is three lessons Max watches. Well, the first two passed the same as Mick's yesterday, but they were more interesting, as quizzes relating to TV and film took place. Then a lesson with Hannah takes place after the three hours, but this is just under an hour. And soon, the two and a half hour break.
Jaz, Shannon, Jess, Chris, Liam, Amy, Tasha and the two Ryan's tag along and the trek to the town begins, once everyone has collected food and drinks that wanted to. The first stop was to a sandwich shop called Subway. Anyone who didn't get something at the college bought one of the sandwich-and-a-drink meal deals for three pound. Eating in, the atmosphere is lively as everyone chats about what the new shop is. Then the time comes.
Entering what is called the Cornbow, they instantly see the advert for the new shop hanging from the ceiling. The shop is called what it was before. Gamestation. However, the logo looks a lot different, and not just because of the new font. Red writing and surrounded in green, the plaque it is printed on is white. Inside, console hubs stand along the walls with the counter on the far side, opposite the door. Two computers, one or two consoles of each type, and also one or two handheld devices of each type. Along the middle, rows of shelves have games and DVD's.
"Hello, and welcome," someone says from the counter, wearing a red t-shirt. "This is Gamestation, and any console or handheld is available to play. If there is a game you want to play, just book a game and console."
Everyone walks toward the counter.
"The place only opened about ten minutes ago. Take a look at our library if you like." He indicates three books on the counter. Thick books.
"This is just like the places we have back in the RA," Max whispers to Jaz.
Chris speaks up. "Do you have any Pokemon games?"
"If looking through those books is going to be too much, there are computers over there," the man behind the counter says, pointing to his right.
Chris and Liam go over there, and are busy at one of the computers. Liam then returns and asks, "Can we buy these games?"
"Depends on whether we have more than one copy," the man says.
"Prices?" Jaz asks.
"Do a search yourself." The man indicates the computer again.
"And what if we wanted to play one of the consoles?" Ryan Small asks. A friend of Jaz's, he had short brown hair, and brown eyes. Smooth features and skin as well.
"Newer consoles, it is five pound for an hour. Older ones - two. The handheld consoles, newer ones are four pound an hour. Older ones - one."
Chris then walks back and says, "I'd like Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness please." He then adds to the others around him, "Been looking for it for ages, and I've got two pound left."
The man then returns and hands the game over, and Chris pays the two pound. Ryan Small then books an hour on a console called the Playstation 2 and plays a game called Crash Tag Team Racing while everyone else watches. Chris wonders back to the counter half an hour into the play session and returns quite quickly.
The day had been great for all, and as they walked back to the college, everyone was making small talk. The reason was, once they had explored Gamestation, they soon got quickly into a game Jaz said they liked to play often. Extreme Hide and Seek. The rules were simple. Just run and hide, and try to gather everyone but one person - the victim - without the victim finding them. There was another game they played which involved teams, but as not enough people had wanted to play that one, they were left with just Extreme Hide and Seek.
The last lesson passed in a breeze and soon Max was back to Jaz's room doing more research, and he was sure that Chris was playing his new game.
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