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Elmer C. Albatross ([personal profile] undespairing) wrote2011-11-22 08:55 pm

one laugh

--t's this thing, anyway? [There's a soaking wet kid dripping onto the screen, when it turns on.] Some sort of magical object? Haha, that'd be pretty interesting. [He wipes it off with a wet sleeve, making the screen...wetter. A laugh.] Guess I should figure out where I am first, anyway.

[And with that, he pockets the communicator; viewers may hear him saying "Hey. Hey, excuse me," to random strangers, as he didn't bother to turn the thing off.]

[[Feel free to be the random strangers! He's bothering people around the fountain area.]]

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir.

[...Well, that's probably not all that helpful.]

It's a motorcycle.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Oh, right, different worlds.]

More like a cross between a car and a bike.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh man, how to even begin to explain this.]

If you've got fuel. Cars and motorcycles burn fuel, sort of like how you've gotta feed a horse if you want it to carry you. Only they're not alive. You just burn the fuel to give them the energy to move.

[Looking up to gauge whether or not that was coherent.]

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. People who spend a lot of time on them usually name their bikes.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Adjusting his goggles.]

Where's your home?

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Neither does that. [Ring a bell, that is.]

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[...Wait.] You just got here?

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, great. He's taking off his goggles, and if you look close you might notice his eyes glow faintly.]

This is the City. Far as I can tell, there's no way out. You and me and most of the other people around here were brought here from somewhere else. Different worlds. My planet's called Gaia.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Earth, huh? You'll have a lot of company, then.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Most of the ones I've met.

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Haven't found any so far, but I've only been here a couple of days. [His tone says he's been trying.]

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[identity profile] labchocobo.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a hint of surprise on his face, but he's brushing it off a second later. Shouldn't surprise him so much for strangers to be helpful.]

Sounds good. If you find any, tell them Cloud's looking for them. [He figures that as good an introduction as any.]

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