Crazy kids.

The old man eased himself out of the vehicle, rather gingerly. Whether it was from the pain or wanting to keep a low profile, one way or another he managed to stand off to the side without attracting any attention - as far as he knew.

One look at the baseball to camera action and he knew what his next course of action should be. Get as far away from these lunatics as possible. It was obvious he would have to resolve this issue by himself.

A quick inspection of the other party members to ensure they were all occupied with something or the other and he was off. Creeping towards the farthest wall in the opposite direction of the ruckus without paying heed to any prying cameras that might be trained at him. After all, what was a camera going to do? Have them expecting him?

There was a sly grin on his face. Either way this played out, he was going to have some darn good fun.

Pan followed the rest of the team and leaped out of the vehicle, landing as gracefully on the ground as an infant pokemon could.

Which wasn't very.

She tumbled a little bit but quickly recovered, shaking the dust and grass out of her fur as she looked up at the tall building that loomed over the landscape.

"... why am I suddenly reminded of Tartarus?"

Zeal tapped her bat against her shoes and reached into her bag to get a biscuit for Jozie. She's been through plenty of wars, having crossed through time and space. Robots, though, she hadn't faced in a long while... and none this intelligent. Looking down at the little dragon she reached into her bag again and pulled out a fishy snack and gave it to it, smiling. At least this time she wouldn't be fighting alone.

Oh thank the dragons in the stars! The woman has a fishy treat for JoJo! She snapped up the fishy treat and thanked Zeal by licking the tips of her fingers. This is definitely going to be a fun trip.

JoJo turned her head, noticing that someone was trying to get her attention. Seems that she's offering her a treat. She has seen this treat before, but she thought it was strictly for humans since only they seemed be enjoying it. Oh well. It was hers for the taking! She ate the cookie, tasting it sweet creamy center and crunchy chocolate bits. It was new to her, but it somehow made her feel happy. And just for that, she thanked her in the same finger-licking gesture.

"Hey, look on the bright side...  At least Daleks probably can't climb stairs."  Sparrow panted, joining Cookie on the landing.  She'd probably have a heart attack if she heard that monotonous "EXTERMINATE.  EXTERMINATE."  coming from somewhere nearby.
"Looks like it may take a while for the others to catch up...  Especially Gramps down there..."  She muttered.  "We should rest for a bit, yes?  Yes."  She slumped down to the floor, resting her head against the wall.

Cookie jumped. "How did you read my mind?!" Her paranoia did not get any better what with Sparrow's recent mind-reading. She smirked as she pushed the button on a tape recorder in her back pocket that would most likely never be seen again and only existed for comedic effect.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" it played back from an episode Cookie watched a few months ago, "DALEKS ARE SUPREME! ALL HAIL DALEKS!"

Cookie kept a serious face plastered on the whole time.
"I should not have tried to jog, miss Pantei. Just a minute."

Claine is a nerd, and as a rule, nerds tend to not be very fit.  It was a hard climb up the stairs.  She hoped each corner would be the last - but time after time, there would be another flight of stairs.  Finally, they reached a heavy door.  Claine pulled it open - and before them stood a lobby.

The building was quite well furnished.  There was a waiting area on the far side of the room, with three plush couches, a coffee table and an exquisite rug.  A businesswoman sat there, sipping a cup of coffee and leafing through a newspaper.  Closer to the door was a long bench with several secretaries working away behind it.  One - a young blonde woman wearing square glasses noticed the ... ensemble entering.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely - although surely her finger hovered above the security alarm.