Come to where I'm from.
After last year's fiasco that ended in drenched clothes, bruised ribs, and broken PINpoints, Gale is determined to make this year's holiday go a little more smoothly. Maybe. His idea of a romantic outing this time is still two, maybe three parts Unconventional to one part Potentially Hazardous. But this is something he wants to share with her.
The pair PINpoints into what could pass for a post-apocalyptic wasteland -- naught but shades of grey. There are piles of rubble that disrupt the otherwise flat terrain, and larger structures are shady masses in the distance.
"Where do you suppose we are right now, Victoria?" Gale asks quietly, out of respect for the battlefield's nearly complete silence; there's only the soft sigh of air moving steadily through space. He twines his arm around hers, suddenly uncertain as to how she'll react to this.
The pair PINpoints into what could pass for a post-apocalyptic wasteland -- naught but shades of grey. There are piles of rubble that disrupt the otherwise flat terrain, and larger structures are shady masses in the distance.
"Where do you suppose we are right now, Victoria?" Gale asks quietly, out of respect for the battlefield's nearly complete silence; there's only the soft sigh of air moving steadily through space. He twines his arm around hers, suddenly uncertain as to how she'll react to this.