Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups and Pre-Show Information

[Raditzu]

"Ok sir, if you could just sign here..."

A woman shoved a piece of paper and a pen under Rad's nose. The saiyan looked down at them groggily, no sign of recognition to be found anywhere on his face. Absent-mindledly he picked up the pen and placed it to the paper. As his hand moved of its own volition, he gazed around the room he had stumbled into. It was surprisingly barren, but that didn't register anything with him at the moment.

"Excuse me, sir." The woman pulled the piece of paper from the bulky saiya-jin, a frown creasing her features. "Is your name really 'three crunchy tacos and a large coke'?"

"Eh?" It was Rad's turn to frown. "Of course that's not my name! Its my order."

The woman cocked an eyebrow at him, then quickly lowered it when she heard him mutter something about being a moron under his breath. She crumpled up the paper and tossed it behind her. With a renewed smile (something only a trained receptionist can truely pull off) she produced another paper and slid it back towards the warrior. Rad was too busy yawning to notice.

"Excuse me, sir. If you could just sign... uh... sign here..."

Rad had taken to randomly wandering around the room, paying no mind to the receptionist or her piece of paper. He wasn't brought out of his stupor until a pen bounced off the back of his head and clattered noisily against the tiled floor. Rad whirled about instinctively, throwing his weight into a practiced fighting stance. As luck would have it, the ball of his foot came down neatly on the pen that had been used to assault his head. The pen rolled away under his weight and sent the warrior sprawling to the floor. In a rage, Raditzu lept up, screaming at the pen. His outburst, however, was cut short by the giggling of the receptionist.

"Think that's funny, eh?" Rad narrowed his eyes at the woman, who simply nodded and tried to stifle her laughing with her hand.

No sooner had she nodded than the pen had erupted into small bits of melting plastic. Rad was about to claim victory over the vicious Bic when ink sprayed across his face, creating a rather neat speckled pattern. His head snapped back towards the woman.

"I swear to god... if you laugh..."

At this warning, the woman disappeared behind her desk, a small chuckle quickly following her. Rad sauntered over to the piece of paper that he had originally be handed and swiped it off the counter. His eyes darted back and forth, quickly scanning the document, but not actually processing any of it. He leaned over the counter to find the receptionist, still giggling.

"What the hell is this?" he batted the paper in his hand. "Since when does Taco Shack need to know my name, race, age and... uh..." he glanced at the paper, "preferred method of decapitation? I just want a damned taco!"

"This isn't the Taco Shack, sir. That's next door." The woman pointed through the wall to her left.

"Eh...?" Rad followed her point, his face flushing ever so slightly. "Well... then what is this?"

"Sign ups for the next Dante's Abyss, hosted by the Synex Corporation."

"Oh... sweet."

Rad pointed an open palm at the wall the woman had pointed at. It, quite unceremoniously, erupted into nothingness and the warrior strolled into the Taco Shack he had originally been seeking. From the DA sign-up office the woman could hear the saiyan ordering, as he had to shout over the various screams and calls for help. When he came back (a bag full of tacos secured tightly in his right hand) he grabbed a new pen from behind the woman's desk and quickly scribbled down the information requested. Both his video and picture were of him enjoying his tasty, south-of-the-border treat.