Nothing can possibly go wrong...

[Jessie Winkler]

((Sorry, didn't know someone had posted!))

"Oh, hey guys!" Jessie yelled back, waving. Grabbing Jackie's arm, she quickly ran to Ash and the rest. "So, what's going on? You guys going to get some coffee?"

[Ash]

(( No problem. And welcome back! ))

"Maybe we will get some inside.", Ash says, pointing at Westworlds entrance.

"Are you two even old enough to drink coffee? You will have problems to get some sleep tonight."

Even though this wasn't really funny, he suddenly bursts out into laughter, bends and slaps his knee. Then he wipes away a non-existing tear.

"I am sorry. Just kidding.", he coughs.

Smiling, he takes a deep breath and turns toward the entrance.

"Come on. I really want to know whats going on here."

He slowly enters the building, not sure what to expect.

[Jessie Winkler]

((Jessie is 18 in TRS, Jackie is 10))

"I'm eighteen, thank you very much. Though you should keep it away from Jackie." She looks around and then whispers to Ash, "Urufu can tell you EVERYTHING," before walking inside, her cousin in tow.

Jackie suddenly realizes something. "What do you mean, 'what's going on here?!?'"

[Ash]

"Well, apparently Kei... Umm... you know her, don't you?", he asks them.

" About that tall, pointy ears, a tail, hairs everywhere? To sum it all up, she looks like a big dog.", he describes Kei. While he does that, he uses his hands to form a pair of ears and something that could be seen as a dogs snout. With a performance that bad, he would never win a charade.

"Anyway, looks like she got herself into trouble. And Urufu, Machaeus and my humble self are her emergency contacts. At least thats what the guy with the hat said..."

Ash looks outside again and nods to Machaeus and Urufu.The he begins to look for a reception or someone who knows how to find the man who contacted them.

[Jessie Winkler]

"I have met someone similar to that, but she looked like a wolf. Her name was Lupe," Jessie says.
"Oh yeah, I remember her but she looked like a big dog!" Jackie corrected.
"No, Jacks, she was a wolf."
"No, a dog!"
"Wolf!"
"Dog!"
"Wolf!"
"Dog!"
This continued for quite awhile...

[Machaeus]

Urufu eventually smacks them both lightly on the head. "Stop. Now. You're giving me a headache."

[tachyon]

The reception office is styled to look like the inside of a 19th century building, with wooden floors, wooden beams across the ceiling, old photographs on the walls and a large wagon wheel. The only modern things are the computer and phones on the desk, the plastic frames holding pamplets and magazines, a security camera in one corner, and the large white doors leading further back into the building.
Through these doors bursts a young, very nerdy looking man, with messy blonde hair, stylish but still geeky glasses, and -as a coup de grâce- a red T-shirt depicting a pair of 20-sided die and the slogan "That's how I roll.". He's frantically typing away at the holographic screen being emited from his wrist computer. He doesn't seem to notice the others untill he almost bumps into them.
"Oh! Oh, right, you're here for...for Kei."
He beckons them through the rear doors.
"This way."

[Ash]

Ash looks at the others and shrugs. He had a big grin on his face. Maybe because of mans appearance.

On his way to the doors, his head turns to the left, to the right, then to the left again... and back to the right.

"Nice ambiance.", he mutters.

In front of the doors he straightens his clothes.

[Jessie Winkler]

Jessie notices that Jackie's starting to shiver with fear, and gently places a hand on her shoulder as they move foward.
"I'm scared..."
"Don't worry, there's nothing to be frightened about."

[tachyon]

The passage beyond the front room is drastically different in appearance.
In the space of a few feet they have gone from the rustic charm of an 1890s farmhouse back to the modern world. The walls are white and covered in pipes and conduits. Screens hang from the ceiling showing cascading lines of computer code. The place smells like a hospital, and the ambient hum of unseen machinery made it sound like a spaceship.
"Boy, I'm sure glad you guys showed up when you did," said the nerdy looking technician, still typing away at his wrist computer, "Porky'll be glad too, man he's been running -well, waddling- up and down here yelling out orders ever since the...incident."
The man lead them out through the doors at the other end into a room filled with about 2 dozen computers. The place appeared to be understaffed, as most of them were unoccupied.
At least it looked and smelled friendlier.

[Machaeus]

Machaeus looks around. "I suppose if you can make a successful amusement park about the old west, anything's possible."
"d20 Past comes to mind here," Urufu says. Upon receiving some confused looks, he elaborates, "It's like d20 Modern, but in past eras such as the old west."
"Hooray, no one cares," the warlock says.

[Ash]

"Shhh. Machaeus... Can you make him shut up somehow? I think this guy is one of that sort too...", Ash whispers, pointing at the blonde man.

"Only god knows what will happen when they start to discuss something."

He coughs slightly and scratches his nose.

"Porky? Incident? Would you mind to enlighten us? Where is the guy with the hat? And why are we even here?, he asks, looking at various of the computer screens, even though he isnt really able to realize whats happening on them.

[Jessie Winkler]

Jackie glances at the computer screen. "I'm really confused right now..."

[tachyon]

The nerdy tech was about to answer when a large man in a white suit and cowboy hat came out of one of the side offices.
"Thank the Lord almighty that you folks turned up," he said in a loud Texan accent, "don't dount that you got a fair amount of stuff you wanna grill me about, so just come into the boardroom and we can get this thing going."
The man walks over to a door and opens it, usering the others through. Inside is a long polished wood table surrounded by leather office chairs. There is a large computer screen on the wall, likely used in meetings, that is blank. on all the other walls are promotional posters for Westworld, some in different languages including non-Earth ones. The last one through the door is the red-shirted technician, who closes it behind him.
"First, I think introductions are in order." said the fat man as he sat down in the end chair. It creaked under the strain. "I'm A.C. Dinnmore, but folks who know me call me Porky. I'm the president of the Westworld Corporation, the Westworld AR Themepark, all rights and titles yadda yadda yadda, long story short: I own and run this here place, and employ your furry friend Kei."
Porky removed his hat, placing it on the table, and rolled up his sleeve revealing a wrist computer just like the technician had. He typed something out and the wall screen behind him turned on.
"Now, do any of you know what Westworld is?" he asked.

[Ash]

Ash rubs his chin with an thoughtful expression.

"Hm. After seeing the entrance hall, I would say it is some kind of museum."

He stops rubbing his chin, tilts his head and lets his eyes wander through the room.

"But with all the computers in the room we came through, I doubt that this here is an museum. At least it is not an ordinary one."

"So, to be honest, I have no idea. Does one of you know more?", he asks the others.