001 [holo] Adapting to my surroundings is just how I do, baby...
Hardison had arrived, hyperventilated, discovered the tablet, had a fanboy heart attack over the technology, hyperventilated again and begun to explore the Sanctuary. After acclimating himself to the features in the tablet, he decided to venture out into the world. Before he did anything, though, he knew he needed to change out of his burglar clothes into something more normal looking. Black pants, shirt, sweater and ski cap didn't really give the appearance of a trustworthy and approachable individual. If he wanted answers from the groups of other people he'd found in the map, he needed to look like a civilian.
He stood before the replicator outside the Sanctuary, waiting for the last item to come out - this much stress required orange soda to calm his rapidly fraying nerves. The tablet beeped at him just as he lifted the soda from the device, and he struggled to peer at it over his mountain of clothes while balancing the soda on his elbow.
Let it be known that Alec Hardison has never claimed to be the most graceful creature in existence. He cursed as his ass hit the ground and a rain of orange soda came down upon him. The tablet beeped again, insistently.
"Super advanced technology and you're just beeping at me," he complained as he crawled across the grass to grab the device. There was a flashing red beacon that Hardison made out to be several blocks from the Sanctuary that he apparently was to go find. "That's nice - this what I just took an orange shower for?"
He got back to the replicator, made himself a backpack and packed the soaked outfit in it, deciding that he would just rough it and hike the distance in his damn criminal outfit. He conjured himself up a new orange soda and began his trek.
"You're lucky I like you too much to replicate a screwdriver and poke around your guts," he warned the tablet. Which, had he realized what the tablet's first function upon a resident's arrival, he might have chosen other, less hostile words.
He stood before the replicator outside the Sanctuary, waiting for the last item to come out - this much stress required orange soda to calm his rapidly fraying nerves. The tablet beeped at him just as he lifted the soda from the device, and he struggled to peer at it over his mountain of clothes while balancing the soda on his elbow.
Let it be known that Alec Hardison has never claimed to be the most graceful creature in existence. He cursed as his ass hit the ground and a rain of orange soda came down upon him. The tablet beeped again, insistently.
"Super advanced technology and you're just beeping at me," he complained as he crawled across the grass to grab the device. There was a flashing red beacon that Hardison made out to be several blocks from the Sanctuary that he apparently was to go find. "That's nice - this what I just took an orange shower for?"
He got back to the replicator, made himself a backpack and packed the soaked outfit in it, deciding that he would just rough it and hike the distance in his damn criminal outfit. He conjured himself up a new orange soda and began his trek.
"You're lucky I like you too much to replicate a screwdriver and poke around your guts," he warned the tablet. Which, had he realized what the tablet's first function upon a resident's arrival, he might have chosen other, less hostile words.