[Open] Something a little chaotic
Who: Rita Mordio kyudousha
Where: The 4th District, noon
Style: Anything goes
Status: Open
[It's a cold morning. She's been putting her blastia to good use, tractor-beaming piles of books and equipment and gadgets across Somni to the vacant lab in the fourth district. Given that she lived rather far from the aforementioned lab, she's been dragging things around all morning, often trampling through the middle of the village with an armful of weird mechanical-looking things while directing a floating stack of something behind her.
It's approaching noon, and while the mess before the new laboratory could hardly considered impressive, it's still consideratble. She's left a lot of the things she considered unwieldy and interesting but vaguely useless back at the old shack, which she's probably going to burn later in the day, because gods forbid research theft. However, she did find enough of her little gadget things to be useful enough to warrant the move for it to be cumbersome.
She wouldn't risk using blastia magic indoors. That would just be asking for trouble (and obviously, Rita's never asked for trouble in her life. Of course not.), not to mention she's not sure about the general layout of the space, booby traps taken into special consideration. Stacking her books absently, she's giving the laboratory space a suspicious look, as though expecting a mechanical something to zip through the door any moment and give her a solid whack on the head, when her hand slips, and the pile of books come tumbling. The chain reaction is instantaneous.
Within seconds and a startled shriek, she's buried.]
Where: The 4th District, noon
Style: Anything goes
Status: Open
[It's a cold morning. She's been putting her blastia to good use, tractor-beaming piles of books and equipment and gadgets across Somni to the vacant lab in the fourth district. Given that she lived rather far from the aforementioned lab, she's been dragging things around all morning, often trampling through the middle of the village with an armful of weird mechanical-looking things while directing a floating stack of something behind her.
It's approaching noon, and while the mess before the new laboratory could hardly considered impressive, it's still consideratble. She's left a lot of the things she considered unwieldy and interesting but vaguely useless back at the old shack, which she's probably going to burn later in the day, because gods forbid research theft. However, she did find enough of her little gadget things to be useful enough to warrant the move for it to be cumbersome.
She wouldn't risk using blastia magic indoors. That would just be asking for trouble (and obviously, Rita's never asked for trouble in her life. Of course not.), not to mention she's not sure about the general layout of the space, booby traps taken into special consideration. Stacking her books absently, she's giving the laboratory space a suspicious look, as though expecting a mechanical something to zip through the door any moment and give her a solid whack on the head, when her hand slips, and the pile of books come tumbling. The chain reaction is instantaneous.
Within seconds and a startled shriek, she's buried.]