Seventeenth Ride
[For the past several days, Rider has been keeping mostly to herself. She has spent almost all of her time in her house, and the time she hasn't spent there has been spent either working at the library or buying groceries.
Today, though, is different. It's a nice day, and Rider is tired of dealing with being alone in a house of drones -- in particular, drones that look like MOMO and Germany. So she's in the park. Sometimes she can be found walking the paths in the park, looking at the trees. Other times she can be found sitting on a park bench, her gaze fixed on a scene only visible in her mind.
All of this is without saying a single word, though her body language gives her away as melancholy. Do you approach?]
Today, though, is different. It's a nice day, and Rider is tired of dealing with being alone in a house of drones -- in particular, drones that look like MOMO and Germany. So she's in the park. Sometimes she can be found walking the paths in the park, looking at the trees. Other times she can be found sitting on a park bench, her gaze fixed on a scene only visible in her mind.
All of this is without saying a single word, though her body language gives her away as melancholy. Do you approach?]