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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 26, 2016 23:20:45 GMT -5
Kobra Kid's might poker face broke to reveal a small smirk of amusement. "No sh/t." He said, noting the probably most noticeable. The Zonerunners still had their American accents, the Killjoys' having traces of their New Jersey ones, while these guys had British and even looks like Scottish as well. Except for Jack. He sounded American. The two groups were so vastly different from their personalities and fashion sense to physical attributes. Hell, the Zonerunners/Killjoys were also greatly different in those categories as well. Himself (Kobra), the tall lean kung-fu master (not really), Jet Star, the more burly, tough guy who is really a sweetie, Party Poison, the sassy artist, and Fun Ghoul, the short Italian with a spitfire attitude sometimes. A band of lunatics, Kobra liked to affectionately put it, out in the desert living a suicide mission. It was one hell of a life, that was for sure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 5:01:45 GMT -5
The Doctor just smiled to himself as the waitress came back and set down their waters. "Are you boys ready to order?" she asked sweetly, pulling out her little notepad again and looking amongst all of them, waiting for someone to speak. "I'm ready, if you guys are?" The Doctor replied, looking at his 'nephews' with a raise of his eyebrow.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 27, 2016 22:27:06 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah sure." Party Poison said, setting down his menu on the table. Similar things were murmured from the rest of the Zonerunners around him, all setting down their menus in a little stack in the middle of the table. "Could I get a 59 Caddy with no tomatoes and a side of fries?" He asked, looking towards the waitress with a raised eyebrow. "And a Stuck In Traffic with the veggie burger and a side of fries as well thanks." He was surprisingly calm talking to someone who was from Before, but the overwhelming dread of this situation was weighing down on him only slightly as he remembered not even three years from now this place would be all dust and sand.
"I'd like the Flat Tire chicken strips please." Kobra Kid said, looking up at the waitress with a slight smile on his face. Jet Star just made a motion towards the Kid, meaning 'I'd like the same as him.' which the waiter seemed to get.
"Make that two orders of the Stuck In Traffic, the veggie one, and 55 Cameo with no pineapple thanks." Dr. Benzedrine said, giving the waitress a toothy grin as he cracked his knuckles. He was hungry, and he hoped he got the food soon.
(i couldn't help myself with the names of the food ooppppps)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 5:07:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, uh, I'd just like a grilled cheese. Please," The Doctor said, clearing his throat and rubbing at the back of his neck as he spoke. The waitress didn't seem to mind, she just smiled, asked him if he wanted fries (the answer was yes), and walked away from the table, heading back towards the kitchen to put in their orders. That left them with having to find something to talk about, and The Doctor cleared his throat again, saying, "So, what were all those?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 29, 2016 4:47:52 GMT -5
"Things on the menu." Kobra Kid spoke up, raised his eyebrow at the Doctor. "Mine and Star's were chicken strips, uh, Poison's was a burger I think..." Kobra looked over at his brother to see him nodding to say that what he said was in fact correct. "I think the Stuck in Traffic things were veggie burgers..." Dr. Benzedrine nodded as he glanced around the building he was in. "And whatever Benzedrine was having was some kind of thing, I'm not sure." Kobra truthfully said, Benzedrine letting out a snort.
"A Philly thing. I'm not too sure myself." Benzedrine said, setting his chin on his palm and resting his elbow on the checkerboard table. His fingers drummed the table as he waited for his food, his long, ragged nails making more of a clicking sound on the wood table. "Jesus, I'm hungry." He didn't really realize how hungry he was, but pinned it to the food he had been not eating lately. Too much stress left little time for eating in Benzedrine's case. He was just happy to be here, let alone get some much-needed food through his system.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 5:00:15 GMT -5
"Hahaha, of course it was stuff off the menu," The Doctor replied, leaning back in his chair so that he was balancing on the front two legs before leaning forward again. He glanced around. River would've liked a place like this, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his head. He didn't need to be all weepy and sullen about it right now. This was a happy thing.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 29, 2016 23:15:42 GMT -5
In order to stike up some small talk before the food eventually came, Jet Star joined back in after absentmindedly staring out the window at the life passing by, sort of listening to the conversation but at the same time sort of not. "So, been anywhere nice lately?" Knowing these guys were weird aliens (probably), they'd most likely had been somewhere of interest as of late besides this Earth and whatnot.
(its so short ah)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 8:10:48 GMT -5
The Doctor shrugged, staring down at his hands for a moment before replying, "Din'y is pretty this time of year. We were there to buy a shipment for my warehouse, but we walked around for a bit too. The sky's purple, and it's always night, but the stars are so clear and bright that they're almost like daylight."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 30, 2016 22:49:25 GMT -5
"Where's that?" Feeling as though that was a pretty childish question to ask, as it was obvious it was somewhere in the sky up there, Jet Star asked it anyway. How could the sky be purple? Well, from what little he remembered from his rather boring science classes at school it had to be something from the atmosphere. or maybe because it was an alien planet. Either could be a plausible reason. "And how is it?" He asked, leaning on his hand as he looked over at the Doctor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 9:13:14 GMT -5
The Doctor swiveled in his chair, looking up and out one of the skylights, pointing and saying, "That way, about five-hundred thousand lightyears. It's quite nice. The locals aren't nearly as irritating as you lot." He winked teasingly, leaning onto the table in front of him. The diner was quaint. He quite liked it, actually, memories of places like this that he had been aside.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 1, 2016 21:52:46 GMT -5
"Oh, why thank you." Kobra Kid sarcastically said, throwing a smirk the Doctor's way as Jet Star let out a guffaw and ruffled Kobra's hair a little bit. "Hey!" Kobra exclaimed, batting his friend's hand away from his now really messy blond hair. Dr. Benzedrine snickered slightly as the two Killjoys batted at each other gently, not caring about the amount of kind of weirded-out stares they were getting from citizens around them. Party Poison just looked over at the Doctor with an amused expression.
"I can assume." Poison said, earning a glare from Kobra as he gently pushed Jet off of him. Poison just rolled his eyes and chuckled softly, fiddling with his bandanna as he looked around the restaurant. It definitely carried that 50's diner kind of vibe. Like the Diner kind of still did. Except now instead of vinyls and posters from the 50s and whatnot, it was decorated with sand, scorch marks, other various types of damage, and most colourful were the 'EXTERMINATE' signs adorning the exterior walls of the building, showcasing the Killjoys' faces with red X's over the poster and black bars over their eyes showing in bold white lettering the word EXTERMINATE, hence the term EXTERMINATE signs. Poison sighed as he thought of those, knowing those would be the norm not just three years from now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 21:58:59 GMT -5
A couple of minutes later, they were brought their food. The waitress set out the plates in front of the Killjoys and The Doctor, smiling kindly and lingering just a bit too long by the Time Lord before hurrying back into the kitchen. The Doctor pretended like he hadn't noticed (he had), and picked up his sandwich, taking a bite and chewing as he scrolled through his phone with his other hand. The TARDIS was sending him reports on the three future freedom fighters laid up inside. Right now, they were fine. Vitals were good, no one had moved, so he put his phone facedown on the table and used his free hand to pick up a couple fries and pop them into his mouth. "Nothing better than good old American diner food, eh boys?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 1, 2016 22:17:16 GMT -5
Dr. Benzedrine just nodded in response to what the Doctor had said as he absolutely wolfed down his food, sunglasses falling off of his face and onto the table top with a clatter. But earning no response from it's owner, as it was plainly obvious he was too engrossed in his food to really care what was going on around him. Soon enough he was licking his fingers clean, head swimming with the seemingly Heavenly taste of the food he had ordered, raving about never wanting to eat that dastardly Power pup sh/t ever again.
The rest of the gang was much of the same, except not with the speed of the YoungBlood. As soon as the redhead bit into his burger, he let out a groan with he quickly covered up with an awkward cough, the taste of the meat drastically different from the tasteless and yet utterly disgusting taste of the poor excuse for dog food. He knew even though it wasn't the same thing, Fun Ghoul was going absolutely love what he had gotten when he woke up. "It's so good..." Poison couldn't remember the last time he had one of these types of things. An item of food that made his tastebuds rejoice and head go into a frenzy. Sure, it might seem exaggerated in words, but imagine having to live off of Power Pup for seven years and then getting something like this. Even if it was a one time thing, Poison was extremely grateful.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 22:39:13 GMT -5
"Please don't do that," The Doctor said simply, to Party Poison, and anyone else who was thinking about doing that in the middle of restaurant. He didn't think anyone had noticed, but if they kept it up, he was gonna hit them with his shoe. He just wanted to eat his damned grilled cheese, and yes, he knew that they'd only had that Power Pup shit for years, but that didn't mean he was gonna let them off the hook. He was already kind of uncomfortable, out and about without Clara by his side. He was getting better at it, but it made him twitchy, and when he got twitchy it became heard to do much of anything.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 1, 2016 22:52:33 GMT -5
('butterflies' wut xD)
Kobra Kid just glared across the table at Party Poison with a raised eyebrow as he chomped down on his chicken strips. He was used to his brother doing things like that, I mean come on, they had Fun Ghoul in the house. Of course they would hear noises like that. Sure, he'd cover up his ears and pretend he wasn't noticing in the slightest, maybe steal Poison's keys to the Trans-Am and go out for a little ride with Jet Star and Grace (God forbid Poison ever found out about that), but that didn't mean it didn't still make him uncomfortable. And he should know not to even try when there are others around. Jesus, sometimes Poison can be an idiot.
Dr. Benzedrine just laughed, watching Poison's face heat up at his small blunder. Jet Star shot a smirk at Poison, who almost slapped the other as he stared right back, eating at his burger and spreading a little bit of ketchup over his fries. They knew what each other where thinking, and Poison didn't exactly like it. Neither did Jet, but he hid it a little bit better than the other Killjoy.
Benzedrine took a sip of his water and let out a chuckle. "You two..." He mumbled, shaking his head with a smile on his face. "Anyways, that was good. Really good. Thanks." He said to the Doctor, putting his sunglasses back onto his forehead as he spoke, flashing the old man a thumbs up and yet another smile.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 22:59:37 GMT -5
[[ lol, i think they have stuff up to change the swears. ]]
The Doctor flashed a one-handed thumbs up back at Benzedrine, winking awkwardly. He was eating a lot slower than the rest of the men. He had finished his sandwich, but he was picking through the fries. Soon enough though, he was done, and he wiped his hands off on the napkin before setting it down in the basket. And then, soon after that, the waitress came and took their plates away, setting the bill down next to The Doctor. He pulled out his wallet, opening it and placing his credit card (stolen, don't ask) on the tray. She got it, he waited, and she came back with the receipt for him to sign. There was a number on it, and he was only mildly surprised as she winked, and he uncomfortably said, more out of habit, "I'm married." "Oh," she said simply, glancing down to his (bare) ring finger, before simply walking away. The Doctor shook his head, signed the paper, and looked to the young men, "Ready to go?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 1, 2016 23:38:58 GMT -5
Kobra Kid was almost falling out of his chair as he stuffed the last fry into his mouth, sipping at his water and leaning back into the chair. His eyes fluttered to a soft close as he mumbled something like "F///in' ready" as Party Poison snickered at his brother and stuffed his own last fry into his mouth before pushing the basket to the center of the table.
"How 'bout you Jet?" Poison said, and Jet Star let out a laugh and nodded at the question. "You?" Poison asked Dr. Benzedrine, who shot him a smirk that easily said 'yes'. They were all stuffed with the heavenly food, ready to go back onto the Zones. Or, not really, they liked Before. It was peaceful, calm, enjoyable. But their thoughts ran the same, they never, ever, wanted to witness the Fires of 2012 ever again. Hell had truly manifested itself in that year.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 23:46:16 GMT -5
"As your uncle, I'm gonna tell you to not f*cking swear," The Doctor quipped as he pushed his hair in, dusting crumbs of toasted, greasy bread and fries off of his jacket before heading towards the door. He stepped out, popping his sunglasses on as the midday sun hit him directly in the face, and then began for the TARDIS as he checked his phone once more. The patients were all still good, which was great, cause it would've really sucked if any of them had died during lunch. Anyways, he snapped his fingers to open the TARDIS, not wanting to fish out the key, and stepped inside, heading up towards the console with his head still down.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 0:20:13 GMT -5
Party Poison was first out the diner's doors, zipping towards the TARDIS, only to skid to a stop as his eyes caught particular somethings shining in the windows of one of the shops across the street. Easels. Paints. Canvases. Brushes. Pencils. Proudly being displayed in the shop, some people ooking at it with interest sparkling in their eyes. Poison felt himself drooling, all the past artist had these days was the occasional charcoal, the rare paint, and brick walls to do his art on. And then he felt himself being tugged along by his brother, Kobra Kid taking no sh/t as he hauled his elder brother towards the TARDIS, Jet Star and Dr. Benzedrine following behind. And that's when they got stopped.
"Hands up!" Someone yelled, causing the Zonerunners to whirl their heads around to see a cop with what looked like a taser or something pointing right at them. Kobra looked down and saw his red raygun was in full view of the cop, which sent his palm to his face as he whispered an 'Oh no'. This could not end well.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 9:26:58 GMT -5
What the hell was that? The Doctor stopped as the boys didn't come through the door, and someone yelled something about hands up. God, it was a cop, and even worse, an American cop. The Doctor sighed, pulling out his psychic paper before heading towards the door, stepping back outside with a cool, "Hello, officer." What if he just fired that taser at him right now? Well, he probably wouldn't even go down, if it was set to electrocute and subdue a human, so he wasn't all that worried about it. Hopefully, the psychic paper would be incentive enough to leave them go.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:28:44 GMT -5
Kobra Kid let go of Party poison as he let out a heavy sigh, dragging his hand down his face - making his features appear tired but ghoulish. He looked over at the Doctor, wondering why he was holding a piece of paper that seemed to have some picture on it, but it was faded so he couldn't really make out what it was. The cop blinked at the paper, holding his taser towards the Doctor, his eyes moving from side to side as if he was reading something. The cop nodded to himself slightly before gently putting his taser in his pocket.
"You guys cosplayers or something?" He asked, Poison quickly nodding in response to the question. They looked like cosplayers, or at least someone who you would expect to see at a convention or on Halloween. The cop shook his head and held his hand out. "I still need to see those guns." The cop said, and that's when they all froze up. Those things were real. What if this guy, and all the others crowding around the scene, found about their years before it would take place? That could not be good.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 15:33:34 GMT -5
"Sir, can't you just let us go? We're going to be late, and, I mean, they're just plastic," The Doctor said with a shrug, slipping the paper back into his pocket. Stupid cop, wanting more proof... of course, he couldn't blame him. But, at the same time, well, he kind of could. There was no reason why the cop had needed more proof, since the paper had been supposed to tell him everything that he would've needed to know about the four of them, and him. They were going to a con as characters from a show, and The Doctor was their manager. What was sketchy about that?
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 3, 2016 21:26:57 GMT -5
It was then that Kobra Kid realized, this guy was probably a rookie. Probably new on the job, and was just a little nervous about everything. If any cops were okay, it would be the cops that have been on the job for a while. One of those would have just known that these guys were at least dressed up in costume, from the weird get-ups that they were wearing (really, would anyone from Before take seriously Party Poison's Dead Pegasus coat? Or maybe Jet Star's T%t jacket? Kobra doubted it.) they just looked like they were going to a convention. Plastic… yes… they were made out of a type of plastic. More metallic than anything, really, but could still be considered plastic.
“Yeah, uh, we’re just going to a nearby con, and as he said we’re going to be late…” Poison's voice was slightly shaky with nervousness, and he felt like the cop didn’t buy it at first. That was because the cop really didn’t, raising his eyebrow at the weird few. Even though he was indeed new on the job he could spot out a liar.
(sorry for the poof on this agh i'm working on something so that has been taking up a lot of my time rip me)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 21:55:40 GMT -5
"So, can we..." The Doctor made a sweeping gesture with his arms, towards the parking lot, "go?" He didn't like staying in the past for too long, especially when he had to talk to people. Not only did it bring back painful memories, but he was always afraid that he or whoever he was with would slip and screw the future up. It had almost happened once or twice with more foolhardy recruits to his cause who had 'just wanted to change the future, to save everyone.' Unfortunately, that was not how time worked, and the Time Lord nor his human and other sorts of friends had no call to meddle with it.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 4, 2016 4:55:10 GMT -5
The cop gave the old man another odd look, eyes flitting briefly over towards the Killjoys before biting his lip and nodding. It was clear he was suspicious, and how could Kobra Kid blame him? They did look rather strange. But he knew it would all make sense. This cop would look up on one of the billboards in Battery City, or maybe watch the television and see their faces on EXTERMINATE posters, and think 'Oh my God...' but that was if he survived the fires of 2012, first.
"Alright we're going now." Jet Star said, gesturing quickly to the Zonerunners and walking towards the TARDIS. Kobra sighed, Party Poison and Dr. Benzedrine following behind smoothly. They all wanted to get out, and get out soon, Before had been nice right up until this cop came along, and they were itching to get back on the Zones before they attract any more unwanted attention.
And it seemed to be going okay, until there was a clatter of plastic on concrete and the bang of a raygun. With widened eyes the Zonerunners whurled around to all lay eyes on Poison, who was looking on with horror as a pink bolt of energy exited the fallen yellow raygun belongong to the redhead. Shrieks rang out in the street as Poison clambered to grab his raygun, the same word echoing through all of the Zonerunner's minds.
Sh/t.
This was a mistake, Kobra knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 5:02:55 GMT -5
"Are you f*ckin' kidding me?" The Doctor snapped as the blast went off and he whirled around. Damnit. "You guys, get back in the TARDIS," he said, gesturing to the Killjoys and Youngblood who hadn't done something so stupid as he prowled back over towards Poison, and the cop, who now had drawn out his own gun, but this was a black one, with bullets. The Doctor, of course, being the idiot he was, stepped right in front of Poison, raising his hands and an eyebrow as he said almost calmly to the officer, "Sir, you really don't need to do that. We just want to leave."
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 4, 2016 5:17:45 GMT -5
"If you want to leave so badly then tell me what the ever loving f//k was that?" The cop said, flicking the safety off of his pistol and thumb resting on the hammer, ready to **** it back and fire if necessary. Party Poison, bracing himself for possibly a hard b//chslap from his brother once they got back onto the TARDIS, gripped his hands on the handle of his yellow raygun and was also ready to pull the trigger as well. Even though he knew that he had screwed up, badly, and deserved to be slapped for his stupidity, he was still going to defend himself if need be.
Poison growled, standing back up and holding his raygun in one hand. "You'll know in a few years, if you survive of course..." He made sure to keep it vague, as his (limited) knowledge of space and time travel from his youthful obsession of comics told him that if he gave away too much well then, that could heavily alter things in the future. Even if that wasn't true (he doubted it wasn't) he was still going to be careful.
Nice going dipsh/t. His mind jeered at him, but he shut it up as he heard the rest of the Zonerunners run towards the TARDIS, hands near their own rayguns if problems arose, and with Poison in the situation that he was, there were most likely going to be some kind of dispute.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 15:59:23 GMT -5
"Don't be f*cking stupid; go back to the ship!" The Doctor barked at Poison, taking a shuffling step forward, holding one hand in front of him and the other open-palmed by his side. He didn't want to get shot, but it wasn't like he'd actually die if he did get shot anyways. Poison; however, would die, and he didn't need another casualty right now. Of course, none of these idiots had died yet, but he was having a bit of a hard time figuring out how they had last this long with being so thick. "Look, officer, you have to let us go, okay? There are things that you don't understand," The Doctor began again, addressing the police officer, and trying his best to use whatever limited psychic abilities he had to get him to listen.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 4, 2016 18:11:48 GMT -5
Party Poison just glared at the cop, getting his body into a 'ready to run' position, shuffling backwards a bit. He was not sure what exactly to do other than to just get out of there like the old man said, so he just kept his yellow raygun in hand and bolted out of there as fast as he could, hiding behind the blue box and ignoring the shouts made by the cop. He soon flipped around the tug at the door, finding it open quickly and as fast as his legs could take him he almost flew inside as the door slammed behind the redhead. Now, came the worst. A pissed off team.
"Hey!" The cop yelled at the strange man as he ran behind something, and then disappeared into it, the cop raising his pistol in the general direction of where the redhead went, but not yet cocking the hammer back. American cops were quick to act, but not that quick. Most of the time, at least. "What the hell is going on?" He shouted at the also weird old man, his eyes flitting over to narrow on the strange person in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 18:37:08 GMT -5
"Like I said," The Doctor repeated, trying to keep his voice level, "there are some things that you just don't understand. Please, let us go." He knew that it was unlikely to work (if he had more powerful psychic powers like some other Time Lords he could do it), but it was worth a try, right? He didn't want to get himself arrested and the TARDIS raided because of these five idiots that had literally just f*cked everything up. They had let someone from the past see technology from the future, and that wasn't good. They had also hinted at the future which, heh, was even worse.
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