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kismet_loop2015-03-12 10:01 pm
diagnosispuberty) wrote in kismet_loop2015-03-12 10:01 pm
.01 || accidental video
-- okay, joke's over, guys! Stopped being funny a long time ago! You can come out now!
[Oh dear. Someone's not in Kansas -- er, California -- anymore. Far from it; Hiro has Awakened in the Northwest District, and finds all this nature and trees extremely unusual and disconcerting. He's grimy and confused and irritated and he's trying desperately to orient himself. Where's the city? Where are the buildings or the wind turbines -- you can see those from anywhere.
The little robot following him would be way cooler if it weren't for the aforementioned nature, and the fact that Hiro has to keep shooing it away and interrupting it's welcome message.] I don't need any aid, I need my friends to stop being jerks and cut this out! Can you not-- personal space, buddy!
[He swats at the robot again, muttering dark, age-inappropriate words under his breath and stumbling over the uneven terrain. He's so focused on how irritated he is with his friends, that he almost doesn't see the wild boar snuffling through the underbrush.
...until he trips over it of course.] Hey! Watch where you're--
--o-oh boy.
[End feed.]
[Oh dear. Someone's not in Kansas -- er, California -- anymore. Far from it; Hiro has Awakened in the Northwest District, and finds all this nature and trees extremely unusual and disconcerting. He's grimy and confused and irritated and he's trying desperately to orient himself. Where's the city? Where are the buildings or the wind turbines -- you can see those from anywhere.
The little robot following him would be way cooler if it weren't for the aforementioned nature, and the fact that Hiro has to keep shooing it away and interrupting it's welcome message.] I don't need any aid, I need my friends to stop being jerks and cut this out! Can you not-- personal space, buddy!
[He swats at the robot again, muttering dark, age-inappropriate words under his breath and stumbling over the uneven terrain. He's so focused on how irritated he is with his friends, that he almost doesn't see the wild boar snuffling through the underbrush.
...until he trips over it of course.] Hey! Watch where you're--
--o-oh boy.
[End feed.]
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We'll certainly see what can be gotten.
[And with that he'll turn for the Hub so they can eat. They're pretty much right outside it now anyway, so into the restaurant and over to a able built to accommodate both Cybertronians and humans. Same and Hiro sitting on one side in raised seats and Wing on the other.]
[A volunteer will bring menus for all.]
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Still: food.]
How do we pay for this? Is there space currency? Or are we still using the barter system? Do I need to go kill that pig for it's tusks?
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We don't have to pay! Haven hasn't got any monetary system established.
Though if you really wanted to, you could probably bring the pig in to be cooked. Sausage, bacon, and victory on your pizza?
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No currency. Much of what's needed is produced with the help of volunteers or arrives through temporal drops.
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Temporal drops? What are those?
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What, no pepperoni? They do have some in space... And as far as I understand them, the temporal drops dump stuff here the same way people get deposited.
[That said, she'll still look to the voice of experience (ie Wing) to elaborate on or correct her admittedly spare answer.]
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The Miasma is able to draw people as well as items and...odd effects here.
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[Honestly, Hiro had been assuming that they were totally sustainable and growing supplies in the fields and had been just about to resign himself to never having gummy bears again.] So pretty much anything can show up here?
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