[open log]
Who: Mikaela & OPEN
What: Searching
Where: Zone 6
Summary: After Mikaela fell asleep with Ironhide and actually got some rest last night, she got up nice and early this morning and headed out to search by herself. At least she’s armed this time.
Notes: Feel free to stumble across her. I’d prefer it if there were multiple threads as opposed to a lot of people in one.
This just…wasn’t happening. She kept repeating that phrase to herself in frustration as she searched, her face twisted into an expression of distress and anger. This place…she hated it more and more every second she was here. Before, it hadn’t been so bad; working to pay her way, that was nothing new. A city full of mechs to discover and explore, things to see and do, all in all it wasn’t so bad.
But now Sam was missing. Sam was missing, and Mikaela had had it. She’d searched everywhere she could think of, any building she could get in (and some she couldn’t, which resulted in her literally being tossed out), every little nook and cranny she could find.
Nothing.
His communicator was in her pocket; a constant reminder that there was every possibility he was…gone. There was no reason for him to not have that on him. None at all. Mikaela, however, refused to accept what others probably saw as the inevitable.
So she kept searching.
She had to rest at some point, though, her feet hurt and she was hot and tired. She bought a bottle of water from one a store with a rather questionable looking attendant, but a quick wave of her money had him backing off. She sat down on a bench on the sidewalk to rest, letting her head fall into her hands. She seemed to be getting a permanent headache.
What: Searching
Where: Zone 6
Summary: After Mikaela fell asleep with Ironhide and actually got some rest last night, she got up nice and early this morning and headed out to search by herself. At least she’s armed this time.
Notes: Feel free to stumble across her. I’d prefer it if there were multiple threads as opposed to a lot of people in one.
This just…wasn’t happening. She kept repeating that phrase to herself in frustration as she searched, her face twisted into an expression of distress and anger. This place…she hated it more and more every second she was here. Before, it hadn’t been so bad; working to pay her way, that was nothing new. A city full of mechs to discover and explore, things to see and do, all in all it wasn’t so bad.
But now Sam was missing. Sam was missing, and Mikaela had had it. She’d searched everywhere she could think of, any building she could get in (and some she couldn’t, which resulted in her literally being tossed out), every little nook and cranny she could find.
Nothing.
His communicator was in her pocket; a constant reminder that there was every possibility he was…gone. There was no reason for him to not have that on him. None at all. Mikaela, however, refused to accept what others probably saw as the inevitable.
So she kept searching.
She had to rest at some point, though, her feet hurt and she was hot and tired. She bought a bottle of water from one a store with a rather questionable looking attendant, but a quick wave of her money had him backing off. She sat down on a bench on the sidewalk to rest, letting her head fall into her hands. She seemed to be getting a permanent headache.