Room 330, Thursday Morning
Evan had been out all night. Out making terrible life choices, mostly. But after his conversation with Zeela in the library yesterday, he'd felt that maybe he ought to at least check out just how far the bad guys were roaming through town. And he wasn't even going to land in order to do it, either. Honest. He had gone out there fully intending to fly recon over the east end of town, just to see how dangerous it was out there.
The answer, as it would turn out, was 'way more dangerous than it should be.' Go figure. He hadn't meant to engage the first of the psychos on the street, but one had thrown something - an axe? He hadn't caught a good look - at him and caught him in the foot, causing one of his rocket boots to gutter and sending him for a tumble.
Things had gone downhill from there. He... really didn't want to talk about it.
Now that he was back in his room, he was peeling his way out of bloody clothing, inspecting the damage to his blazer before sighing and just throwing it in the trash. He wasn't going to be making that mistake again.
... Mostly because he had a rocket boot to repair before he could try to fly recon again.
[OOC: Closed door, open post, sleepy Evan!]
The answer, as it would turn out, was 'way more dangerous than it should be.' Go figure. He hadn't meant to engage the first of the psychos on the street, but one had thrown something - an axe? He hadn't caught a good look - at him and caught him in the foot, causing one of his rocket boots to gutter and sending him for a tumble.
Things had gone downhill from there. He... really didn't want to talk about it.
Now that he was back in his room, he was peeling his way out of bloody clothing, inspecting the damage to his blazer before sighing and just throwing it in the trash. He wasn't going to be making that mistake again.
... Mostly because he had a rocket boot to repair before he could try to fly recon again.
[OOC: Closed door, open post, sleepy Evan!]