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paixaorpg2008-02-16 02:04 am
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Entry tags:
A Break [Active]
Character(s): Fox McCloud, open to all
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none
He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.
The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.
A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none
He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.
The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.
A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.
no subject
Still, he might be able to get some information out of her. If she had been in touch with mercenaries, there was a good chance she knew something. And hadn't she mentioned gypsies on the message board? Another potential good source of information. But would Naja spill, was the question.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? "Get any takers?"