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fluxscape2021-07-11 01:18 pm
brokenwindows) wrote in fluxscape2021-07-11 01:18 pm
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WHO: Fulton and YOU
WHAT: arrivals, settling in, general mayhem
WHERE: all over!
WHEN: nowish and his first few days
WARNINGS: depends on how things go, I'll keep this updated if needed.
Fulton wanders the place when he arrives, confused as hell. This has to be a dream, right? Mad Max shit, the way everything looks, but he pinches the inside of his elbow and nothing changes. Weird.
A guy at a booth waves him over, and he looks over at him as he heads that way with no small amount of suspicion. Adults are pretty iffy at best, he learned that early, but the guy smiles and pushes something at him and rambles about a Guardian then gives him a couple cookies, like it makes any kind of sense. But he takes them anyway, stuffs the envelope in his pocket for later only to find something already in there, so he waves absently and stalks off, working through the first cookie while he looks the thing over. Kind of like a phone, only smaller, but he at least knows how phones work. The screen blares into life, colors and tinned music, and he almost walks into somebody, mumbling an apology as he looks up, a twist of regret in his expression before he keeps moving.
The Caldera's at least familiar, and he heads there once he finds where he's supposed to be living and digs out his rollerblades, stick, and puck from a box. None of the Ducks are here, but that's....okay. It will be, it'll have to be, so he skates around, tries to work on his skills there, shoots the puck around a few times.
He gets in a fight with one of the locals, over something stupid, walks away with a split lip and a black eye before somebody manages to intervene and pull him off. It's fine. It's all fine, everything is fine./cut>
WHAT: arrivals, settling in, general mayhem
WHERE: all over!
WHEN: nowish and his first few days
WARNINGS: depends on how things go, I'll keep this updated if needed.
Fulton wanders the place when he arrives, confused as hell. This has to be a dream, right? Mad Max shit, the way everything looks, but he pinches the inside of his elbow and nothing changes. Weird.
A guy at a booth waves him over, and he looks over at him as he heads that way with no small amount of suspicion. Adults are pretty iffy at best, he learned that early, but the guy smiles and pushes something at him and rambles about a Guardian then gives him a couple cookies, like it makes any kind of sense. But he takes them anyway, stuffs the envelope in his pocket for later only to find something already in there, so he waves absently and stalks off, working through the first cookie while he looks the thing over. Kind of like a phone, only smaller, but he at least knows how phones work. The screen blares into life, colors and tinned music, and he almost walks into somebody, mumbling an apology as he looks up, a twist of regret in his expression before he keeps moving.
The Caldera's at least familiar, and he heads there once he finds where he's supposed to be living and digs out his rollerblades, stick, and puck from a box. None of the Ducks are here, but that's....okay. It will be, it'll have to be, so he skates around, tries to work on his skills there, shoots the puck around a few times.
He gets in a fight with one of the locals, over something stupid, walks away with a split lip and a black eye before somebody manages to intervene and pull him off. It's fine. It's all fine, everything is fine./cut>
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He's not convinced, but she's nice so far, and cute, and doesn't seem to have decided he's not worth her time yet, so he continues to follow her all the same.
"People say that a lot," he counters, but at least there's more of a tease in his words this time.
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"They do, but I'm inclined to believe them. Just this once." Turning to face him and carefully walking backwards as she does so, she tucks her hands in her back pockets and gives him a semi-flirty smirk. "Just...trust me. We just met a couple hours ago, and I probably haven't given you a reason to do so just yet. I just want this one thing. If you don't like it, we'll go do something else. Okay?"
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"Yeah, okay. Sure. If it's not as good as you say, we'll go on the craziest ride they've got here."
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It’s not that she can understand Tank, but it’s not all that hard to infer what he wants. Not for the witch, anyway. So she crouches, balancing on her toes some.
“Foods nearby. I know. You already ate before we left, Tank. But…maybe we’ll see if someone has apples or something.” An excited snort from the three legged devil dog and Tabs looks up at Fulton.
“Okay. My plan is to get food and then there’s this rock formation just at the border. Far enough away from the busier part of Haven. I think it’s be good to take food there and watch the aurora.”