Arrival: OPEN
CHARACTERS: Whoever feels like coming by.
SUMMARY: Leo arrives and tries to figure out computers.
PLACE: Lifts and Pub
TIME: August 11, morning.
WARNINGS: Unintended double ententes.
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It was very dark, and he couldn’t smell anything.
Well, not entirely true, but his senses were dulled, and he couldn’t move his ears. The doors slid open before him, assulting his eyes with light and sound, the sound of a voice from above giving instructions, and directions. Leo blinked furiously, unused to the intensity of the lights. A paper appeared in a slot beside him, which he picked up, wishing the fog in his head would vanish.
What was this, like sleep? No, more like a muddle spell. Leo flipped through the newsletter, squinting at the unfamiliar words. Computer terminals… Peace corps he understood -- a mission for justice, that was a good thing. Although, it seemed odd that they would have to change, he ran a hand over his head, to flat forehead and stunted ears, his body this way, but they did promise to change it back. One simply had to be patient and accept that they knew what they were doing. Whoever they were; oh well, they did say it was for a good cause.
He spent some time exploring the room, waiting out the dizziness. But, that wasn't right. He needed to do something productive. Supposedly, the little box was supposed to be a information device, he needed information.
Picking up the laptop, Leo went out to the place he'd seen some chairs set up, it might take awhile to figure this out.
SUMMARY: Leo arrives and tries to figure out computers.
PLACE: Lifts and Pub
TIME: August 11, morning.
WARNINGS: Unintended double ententes.
Type your cut contents here.
It was very dark, and he couldn’t smell anything.
Well, not entirely true, but his senses were dulled, and he couldn’t move his ears. The doors slid open before him, assulting his eyes with light and sound, the sound of a voice from above giving instructions, and directions. Leo blinked furiously, unused to the intensity of the lights. A paper appeared in a slot beside him, which he picked up, wishing the fog in his head would vanish.
What was this, like sleep? No, more like a muddle spell. Leo flipped through the newsletter, squinting at the unfamiliar words. Computer terminals… Peace corps he understood -- a mission for justice, that was a good thing. Although, it seemed odd that they would have to change, he ran a hand over his head, to flat forehead and stunted ears, his body this way, but they did promise to change it back. One simply had to be patient and accept that they knew what they were doing. Whoever they were; oh well, they did say it was for a good cause.
He spent some time exploring the room, waiting out the dizziness. But, that wasn't right. He needed to do something productive. Supposedly, the little box was supposed to be a information device, he needed information.
Picking up the laptop, Leo went out to the place he'd seen some chairs set up, it might take awhile to figure this out.