Strokes of Genius, Thursday, 6/2
There was one thing Cally could say for the island's new surroundings: her datapad had access to a much wider network of computers and other technological devices.
Granted, most of the communications traffic was in languages she didn't know, and even the stuff in English was couched in slang she didn't understand. What, for instance, was a Rat-Thing when it was at home, and why would she want to buy one as personal protection when she had a perfectly good gigantic mountain of fur, and a laser blaster?
Still, spelunking the local equivalent of a comm grid for any information about extra-solarsystem travel (a.k.a. Has anyone, anywhere ever heard of my planet?) was marginally more interesting than re-stocking the green modeling clay after the third time the counter display had been sculpted into an anatomically-correct statue of some part of the gremlin mating cycle.
Strokes of Genius was open and... interestingly decorated.
[OOC: The OCD was eaten by Katchoo-missing gremlins.]
Granted, most of the communications traffic was in languages she didn't know, and even the stuff in English was couched in slang she didn't understand. What, for instance, was a Rat-Thing when it was at home, and why would she want to buy one as personal protection when she had a perfectly good gigantic mountain of fur, and a laser blaster?
Still, spelunking the local equivalent of a comm grid for any information about extra-solarsystem travel (a.k.a. Has anyone, anywhere ever heard of my planet?) was marginally more interesting than re-stocking the green modeling clay after the third time the counter display had been sculpted into an anatomically-correct statue of some part of the gremlin mating cycle.
Strokes of Genius was open and... interestingly decorated.
[OOC: The OCD was eaten by Katchoo-missing gremlins.]