WHO: Isaac Clarke & YOU
WHAT: After a moment at the Hollow, Isaac decides to go do some. Shopping.
WHERE: Lower zones. It's cheaper there.
WHEN: Thursday, late afternoon.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Isaac's own issues and his foul mouth.
(
and I can't help myself. )
Like a painting drawn on the building side.
A blinking painting that also seemed to follow anyone who walked on by. Literally speaking.
Some sort of modern art? Maybe.
Slightly creepy? Quite possibly.
Reply
He steps back a bit and observes the eyes following him. Then he steps forward.
"...Must be some digital thing," he mutters, shaking his head. Fucking weird robot art or something.
Reply
Slowly an entire head and body form around it revealing a cat.
A floating cat.
"You are out and about today? So am I, but I could be about and out instead of the other way."
He floated down closer to Isaac and grinned in his general direction.
"Are you enjoying yourself? So many are grumpy around here. They remind me of the flowers. Especially the roses. They complain the most."
Reply
...Sure, why not. There are sentient alien machines, why not a floating, talking cat?
"Guess it's better here than where I was before." Enjoying himself, Isaac isn't so sure. He's still concerned about Ellie and Stross, but for now, he's. Essentially stuck here until he fixes the portal generator.
"Where the hell are you from, anyway?"
Reply
Think on that a moment. Chessur surely isn't. He does flip in the air and look at Isaac upside down.
"I am from Underland, which is not quite a wonderland. But it is better now that the Red Queen is gone. To the distant places. Her and her big head."
He floats a bit closer to Isaac.
"Have you ever been to Underland? You just have to take a trip down the rabbit hole," he spoke as he did another twirl in the air.
Reply
So he's still on Titan Station, stuck in a mental ward? Fuck, not exactly something he wants to think about.
"Yeah, I have no idea what the hell an Underland is. Your world sounds a little... weird, Chessur."
Reply
Leave a comment