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[open] say hello to my little friend
Who: Lance (
ceruleo) and others
When: Day 26+ (one backdated prompt)
Where: In the little pockets of backwards time scattered across the city!
What: Lance is having Adventures, and you're invited!
1. CLOSED TO CLARA - backdated to Day 21
2. A HISTORY LESSON
2. I HAVE NO NEED OF YOU.
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When: Day 26+ (one backdated prompt)
Where: In the little pockets of backwards time scattered across the city!
What: Lance is having Adventures, and you're invited!
1. CLOSED TO CLARA - backdated to Day 21
[ Frustraton is a heavy weight. Two trips he's done out of the city now, and he feels like he's combed every street, looked into every house. He's not looking for Clara but finds her anyway, a note of panic making his voice shrill. ]
Clara, tell me you've seen Inui recently?
[ His voice is tight but his eyes say please. ]
2. A HISTORY LESSON
[ The city is alive again, even if it's just in flashes, ghosts stepping around them, the past and the present colliding. He watches a former agent of Atlas philosophize to an enraptured group of Kharans, his (her?) eight arms all gesticulating differently. ]
This is freaky...but kinda cool. Like a 3D movie.
[ His tone might be lighthearted, but it's only to better mask the anxiety that gnaws at him. The blue metal drone stays frozen at the base of the tree, but for how long? And are any more of them coming? ]
So if these guys called themselves 'the Last', where do we come in...?
2. I HAVE NO NEED OF YOU.
[ Lance is crouched by a copse of thick foliage, watching a dog-sized animal as it builds its nest, a kind of mound of packed-in sand and rocks. It climbs up to the core of a bulbous plant, much taller and healthier than its present-day counterpart, and pierces the sack to gather the syrup that comes from it. It then scurries back, using the syrup to cement its building. Pretty ingenious. ]
So that's what that stuff does...
[ The sound of his voice makes the animal jump, scurrying for its den. Cursing softly, Lance holds out a piece of old dried meat, making a soft clicking noise. ]
Here, little guy...
[ He might need help. Or you could just kill the little guy for food, because Lance sure isn't going to. ]