Following his encounter with Aileen, Klarion decided to stick around for a little while longer on the Prep Level, intent on discovering something that might benefit him. The bright, buzzing fluorescent lights still irked him, but over time his eyes had gradually adjusted, so he no longer had a painful headache to go along with his annoyance. He still tried to avoid walking out in the open, however, and actively skulked along the walls whenever an employee of the Carnivale wandered past— a strange little quirk that attracted many stares and lingering glances, much to the witch boy’s chagrin.
Well, whatever. Klarion didn’t really care what his KIDNAPPERS thought of him. He just leered right back, willing the mean flower show people to look away. Most of them did, but a few hesitated long enough that he seriously considered snatching their eyeballs. You know, just for fun.
Anyway, aside from the rare crossing of paths with one of his jailers, the Prep Level turned out to be just as straightforward as his original assessment. Klarion very quickly grew bored of wandering around, wondering what the point of this little pre-show was. Was he supposed to be socializing? Making friends? Who did that kind of thing?
Throwing himself across a random bench, Klarion couldn’t suppress a lofty sigh of annoyance. Oh, woe, woe! There he was, a poor lonesome witch boy, no fuzzy familiar to comfort him and no magic to wreak havoc with. He was so… so bored!
The witch kid’s dark eyes rolled around, his head lolling to the side. His body sagged, the dark fabric of his suit jacket nearly fusing with the metal bench he was strewn across, such was his immense boredom. Ugh! What was there to do around this place other than mill treads and play with bells that were, apparently, dumb?
Suddenly, something snagged his attention. Just a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, but it shone as bright as a flash of quicksilver. Expecting to see yet another inscrutable variety of exercise equipment, Klarion’s eyes flicked in that direction, not really expecting much but hopeful all the same.
Through a glassy wall, a couple dozen banks of glowing screens stared back at him.
Klarion rolled over onto his front with such speed he was nearly a blur, his dark dress shoes slapping against the tile with an annoyingly loud, echoing smack. He stared at the multitude of screens, wondering why they looked so familiar. Hadn’t he seen devices like that before?
He racked his brain, trying to recall. The things looked kind of like… a smartbone, or whatever dumb thing they were called. He’d stolen one from some traveler, long ago. A bright fuzzy thing, amusing from all the various colors and sounds it could generate. Its pathetic electronic battery had died, so he usually kept it running with a little touch of magic. Were these devices the same?
“Hey,” the witch boy said, attempting to snag the attention of one of those mean flower show people who just so happened to be wandering past. When they didn’t immediately turn, he scowled a bit, raising his voice. “HEY!”
The Carnivale employee paused in their stride, turning to face him. They eyed him dubiously for a moment, mainly focusing on his wacky hairdo, and then seemed to mentally shrug and just go with it. “Hi there! Can I… help you?”
Klarion got to his feet, throwing his shoulders back to appear larger and more in control of the situation than he felt. He narrowed his eyes at the employee, lifting his chin with an air of superiority.
“Yes, you can. What are those?” Klarion asked, pointing with one clawed finger to indicate the roomful of illuminated screens.
They turned to look behind them, appearing mildly confused. “Oh, those? They’re just, uh. Computers.”
“Computers!” Klarion exclaimed. Then, more quietly, “Of course… computers. I knew that. Is that anything like a smartbone?”
For a moment, the employee seemed incapable of responding. They stared at him, mouth working as if to voice some concern that Klarion really did not care to hear, and then appeared to have some kind of miraculous epiphany.
“I… oh! You mean smartphones. Yeah, I guess. They’re kind of like larger smartphones, really,” the employee shrugged, then paused, speaking a bit more hesitantly. “You have a cell but haven’t used a computer?”
Klarion sniffed haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course I’ve used a computer before! I just… haven’t seen this kind before.”
“Ah. Okay, well… if that’s everything…”
They escaped before he could voice any further questions. Klarion frowned at their retreating back—what was their problem?—and then shook his head, returning his attention to the matter at hand. He didn’t have time to consider the feelings of the evil, mean, horrible people who had kidnapped him from his home. He needed to investigate this… this… what was this place called, again?
Klarion sauntered forward, scrutinizing the placard located above the glass doorway. A computer lab. From outside, it seemed that the lights in the lab had been dimmed somewhat, allowing the blue illumination of the idle computers to fill the space. Only one employee was manning the entire place and, as he stood there peering in, they looked up and waved at him, obviously beckoning for him to come in through the doors.
After only a moment’s hesitation, Klarion walked inside.
“Hello there!” the waver, a young person with shoulder-length black hair and olive skin, greeted him cheerfully. “How can I help you?”
Klarion glanced around. He thought it was fairly obvious. “I am interested in using your… computers…”
They grinned, waving him over to a nearby computer and ushering him into taking a seat. “Oh, cool, cool! Here, why don’t I help you get signed in. So, what brought you here today?”
“The escalator did?” Klarion answered, a little unsettled by even more friendly behavior. To his surprise, the employee merely shook their head, actually chuckling at him.
“Oh, no,” they said, not unkindly. “I mean, what are you wanting to utilize our services for? You can use them to look up information, anything you want really. I’d say a good use for them now would be searching up information on your fellow competitors. We’re getting down to the wire, you know.”
Interest piqued, Klarion perked up. “You have that information?”
The employee nodded. “We do. Would you like to see?”
In answer, the witch boy could only nod eagerly, suddenly very invested in learning all there was to know about computers.
About an hour later and after much blood, sweat and tears, Klarion wound up utterly abandoned to his own devices, squinting against the bright glare of the computer screen as he fought to master it solo. He pecked at the computer keys one finger at a time, painstakingly typing out the words he’d been informed would help him search up the information he wanted.
Klarion looked down at the “mouse” the helpful attendant, Trish, had shown him. He didn’t really see how it resembled a rodent in any way, shape or form, but whatever; people came up with stupid names for stuff aaaaaaaallllllll the time.
Huffing in amusement, Klarion carefully prodded at the mouse. The little white arrow on the screen, the “cursor” he’d been informed, moved about as he did so, sling-shotting wildly across the glowing screen. After a moment of entertaining himself by playing with the mouse, Klarion was able to fine-tune his movements, moving the cursor about the screen in a far more deliberate, controlled manner.
He grinned as the dossiers for his fellow contestants appeared. Naturally, Klarion clicked on all of them at once— a multitude of windows covering the screen with lines of text and colorful, flashing images. His eyes roamed around, squinting as if searching for something in particular, aaaaaaaaaaand— there!
Glancing between the mouse and screen to check himself, a satisfying click rang out as Klarion selected one of the files. The witch boy hummed in slight glee as an image appeared on screen, sinister plans and machinations already forming in his mind.
“Aquarius, huh?” Klarion murmured, scrutinizing the information on screen. “Pretty interesting kit for an Arcadian robot...”
He glanced through a few of the other files, each new juicy morsel of information sticking in his mind like… like… like something sticky. He wasn’t the best at fighting without his magic, sure, but Klarion could play smart, at least. All of these people were potential enemies, maybe even allies. He’d need to know whatever tricks they had up their sleeves!
It did unsettle him to find his own file, a rather unflattering image of himself crouched, visibly bewildered and tucked into the corner of a brightly-lit glass box included. His eyes were wide and round, dark shadows cast under them from the harsh lighting. Not at all the terrifyingly imposing energy he sought to exude!
“No fair,” Klarion whined, leaning heavily on one hand as he stared at the screen. His hair stuck up in odd places, distressed from him dragging his fingers through it.
The fact of the matter was, he knew he was stronger than all of these people in the outside world! But here? Nooooo, he was all magicked out. What a sham.
Shaking his head to rouse himself from this bout of self-pity, Klarion straightened in his seat, narrowing his eyes at the screen once more. All of these people… Aquarius, Dr. Caustic, Karl Jak, Amalia, and all of the other contestants… they were nothing compared to him! Even without his magic, he would be just fine. And when all of this was over, things would just go right back to how they were, he was sure of it.
A sudden crackle of static interrupted these thoughts, a smooth voice booming from some unidentifiable source.
“Attention all contestants: the Barracks are now open. Please report to your designated room at your leisure—”
Hah! Klarion tuned out the rest, going back to messing with the computer. He’d already been kidnapped against his will today. They couldn’t tell him what to do and expect him to actually do it!