First level--Backdated to before animal event
[There's a man in a space suit trudging around town. And he is far from happy.
Michael's already eaten the last of his emergency rations, though it hasn't sunk in yet that he can just waltz into different shops and take whatever he pleases. Once he does, he'll probably have a field day with it. Meridian might hold it in its best interest to keep that bit of knowledge from him just a little longer. He's always been taught to at least show a little restraint when on Earth, avoid drawing more attention than necessary. Mass food theft seems to fall into that category rather neatly, nevermind that pointing knives at people probably also does, and he's done that a few times already. Really, who's he trying to fool? His technology is shot, his communications are jammed. There's no place for him to go and no way for him to contact his brother and sister, if they're even alive.
And god, does that piss him off.
He's now entertaining himself for now by dropping the empty rations can and punting it along, running after it to do the same thing again, over and over. It's kind of dull, but better an empty can than a living, breathing person, right?]
Michael's already eaten the last of his emergency rations, though it hasn't sunk in yet that he can just waltz into different shops and take whatever he pleases. Once he does, he'll probably have a field day with it. Meridian might hold it in its best interest to keep that bit of knowledge from him just a little longer. He's always been taught to at least show a little restraint when on Earth, avoid drawing more attention than necessary. Mass food theft seems to fall into that category rather neatly, nevermind that pointing knives at people probably also does, and he's done that a few times already. Really, who's he trying to fool? His technology is shot, his communications are jammed. There's no place for him to go and no way for him to contact his brother and sister, if they're even alive.
And god, does that piss him off.
He's now entertaining himself for now by dropping the empty rations can and punting it along, running after it to do the same thing again, over and over. It's kind of dull, but better an empty can than a living, breathing person, right?]