Contorting in struggle for control over , flickers of The Passenger's memories begin to appear, as the studs transform into objects from the past.
A cake. A treasure chest. A gold token.
Suddenly, the studs making up the being of The Passenger rapidly flash between different colors within the catalogue of LEGO pieces.
Reaching outward, The Passenger tries to nab a handful of mint ice cream, attempting to grasp the images born from the sight of it. Blue studs gently bubble near the dents of her eyes, the mint held the key...
*The attempts to pull The Passenger away from the ice cream and toward Hannah*
*Meanwhile the Hannah-half watches, a lot more fascinated than she appears*
Contorting in struggle for control over , flickers of The Passenger's memories begin to appear, as the studs transform into objects from the past.
A cake. A treasure chest. A gold token.
Suddenly, the studs making up the being of The Passenger rapidly flash between different colors within the catalogue of LEGO pieces.
Reaching outward, The Passenger tries to nab a handful of mint ice cream, attempting to grasp the images born from the sight of it. Blue studs gently bubble near the dents of her eyes, the mint held the key...
*The attempts to pull The Passenger away from the ice cream and toward Hannah*
*Meanwhile the Hannah-half watches, a lot more fascinated than she appears*
Like a child tugged away from their prize, The Passenger begins to wail.
Picking up a nearby chair, she swings it as if a toy, striking the ground.
Grumbling and shouting emerge from underneath the scene as large cracks from. A small minifigure head pops out sporting a cranky complexion.
"Hey! Can't a mad inventor work in peace?!"
Looking up to see a large sludge of LEGO studs, the minifigure head nods while wrinkling his moustache.
"Oh. I can see why this be a problem."
Going down the stairs, further mechanical whirring follows the arrival of a giant reptilian type creature made of mismatched metal hues. A titan of technical marvels. The little minifigure smiles from behind its windshield.
"Dr. Brickenstein is back in the office!"
The robotic creature smacks the car outside of The Passenger's hand, only to be flooded by a mountain of studs. Dr. Brickenstein flicks a switch, and the mech suddenly ignites in flame, a fire shield. Tapping a dial, he sighs.
"Oppsie, I forgot to re-fuel. Welp, it's a good thing I made this fuel-efficient."
The mech leaps into the air, swinging its tail that releases large metal pikes, striking The Passenger. Crawling on all fours, the mech comes across the legendary ice-cream. Pulling out a large book from his pocket, Dr. Brickenstein adjusts his glasses, skimming through its contents and snapping his fingers.
"Okay, ice-cream is compatiable. Wonderful!"
The mech scoops up a handful of ice-cream, putting it within its mouth. Suddenly, studs crawl on the mech's hand. Dr. Brickenstein swings a few levers, attempting to shake the mech's hand to remove them, but they do not come off. A small blob forms as the studs gather, plunging its head into the ice-cream.
Everything goes dark.
The Passenger, in minifigure form, is floating through streaks of blue and white. Those three pieces, a cake, a treasure chest, and a gold token fly past her, as well as a few others. A green crystal, a large ring, and before them all, slowly zooming into frame... The .
*The attempts to pull The Passenger away from the ice cream and toward Hannah*
*Meanwhile the Hannah-half watches, a lot more fascinated than she appears*
Like a child tugged away from their prize, The Passenger begins to wail.
Picking up a nearby chair, she swings it as if a toy, striking the ground.
Grumbling and shouting emerge from underneath the scene as large cracks from. A small minifigure head pops out sporting a cranky complexion.
"Hey! Can't a mad inventor work in peace?!"
Looking up to see a large sludge of LEGO studs, the minifigure head nods while wrinkling his moustache.
"Oh. I can see why this be a problem."
Going down the stairs, further mechanical whirring follows the arrival of a giant reptilian type creature made of mismatched metal hues. A titan of technical marvels. The little minifigure smiles from behind its windshield.
"Dr. Brickenstein is back in the office!"
The robotic creature smacks the car outside of The Passenger's hand, only to be flooded by a mountain of studs. Dr. Brickenstein flicks a switch, and the mech suddenly ignites in flame, a fire shield. Tapping a dial, he sighs.
"Oppsie, I forgot to re-fuel. Welp, it's a good thing I made this fuel-efficient."
The mech leaps into the air, swinging its tail that releases large metal pikes, striking The Passenger. Crawling on all fours, the mech comes across the legendary ice-cream. Pulling out a large book from his pocket, Dr. Brickenstein adjusts his glasses, skimming through its contents and snapping his fingers.
"Okay, ice-cream is compatiable. Wonderful!"
The mech scoops up a handful of ice-cream, putting it within its mouth. Suddenly, studs crawl on the mech's hand. Dr. Brickenstein swings a few levers, attempting to shake the mech's hand to remove them, but they do not come off. A small blob forms as the studs gather, plunging its head into the ice-cream.
Everything goes dark.
The Passenger, in minifigure form, is floating through streaks of blue and white. Those three pieces, a cake, a treasure chest, and a gold token fly past her, as well as a few others. A green crystal, a large ring, and before them all, slowly zooming into frame... The .
*As the 's face is unchanging, it's hard to tell whether it's more confused or annoyed*
Like a child tugged away from their prize, The Passenger begins to wail.
Picking up a nearby chair, she swings it as if a toy, striking the ground.
Grumbling and shouting emerge from underneath the scene as large cracks from. A small minifigure head pops out sporting a cranky complexion.
"Hey! Can't a mad inventor work in peace?!"
Looking up to see a large sludge of LEGO studs, the minifigure head nods while wrinkling his moustache.
"Oh. I can see why this be a problem."
Going down the stairs, further mechanical whirring follows the arrival of a giant reptilian type creature made of mismatched metal hues. A titan of technical marvels. The little minifigure smiles from behind its windshield.
"Dr. Brickenstein is back in the office!"
The robotic creature smacks the car outside of The Passenger's hand, only to be flooded by a mountain of studs. Dr. Brickenstein flicks a switch, and the mech suddenly ignites in flame, a fire shield. Tapping a dial, he sighs.
"Oppsie, I forgot to re-fuel. Welp, it's a good thing I made this fuel-efficient."
The mech leaps into the air, swinging its tail that releases large metal pikes, striking The Passenger. Crawling on all fours, the mech comes across the legendary ice-cream. Pulling out a large book from his pocket, Dr. Brickenstein adjusts his glasses, skimming through its contents and snapping his fingers.
"Okay, ice-cream is compatiable. Wonderful!"
The mech scoops up a handful of ice-cream, putting it within its mouth. Suddenly, studs crawl on the mech's hand. Dr. Brickenstein swings a few levers, attempting to shake the mech's hand to remove them, but they do not come off. A small blob forms as the studs gather, plunging its head into the ice-cream.
Everything goes dark.
The Passenger, in minifigure form, is floating through streaks of blue and white. Those three pieces, a cake, a treasure chest, and a gold token fly past her, as well as a few others. A green crystal, a large ring, and before them all, slowly zooming into frame... The .
*As the 's face is unchanging, it's hard to tell whether it's more confused or annoyed*
What do you think you're doing, Passenger?
The Passenger, having her mind taxed during this long journey, answers.
The Passenger, having her mind taxed during this long journey, answers.
*Sings the Lego Universe theme in 8-bit.*
*The concludes that there must be influence of the emote, and opts to not push further, as an encounter with the wouldn't end well for it*
*The does stay in the Passenger's head to keep an eye on things, while the hivemind sends another to hop in the Hannah-half's head*
Suddenly, a giant mass merges from the confines of The Passenger's mind, enveloping the as the Passenger's formless body of studs begins to take shape, reflecting the image of one more powerful than & combined. The Passenger spoke no word, save three. "Dear...old...Bob..."
*The concludes that there must be influence of the emote, and opts to not push further, as an encounter with the wouldn't end well for it*
*The does stay in the Passenger's head to keep an eye on things, while the hivemind sends another to hop in the Hannah-half's head*
Suddenly, a giant mass merges from the confines of The Passenger's mind, enveloping the as the Passenger's formless body of studs begins to take shape, reflecting the image of one more powerful than & combined. The Passenger spoke no word, save three. "Dear...old...Bob..."
compels The Passenger to ignore this* 
, flickers of The Passenger's memories begin to appear, as the studs transform into objects from the past.
attempts to pull The Passenger away from the ice cream and toward Hannah* 
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