Nerdstein [complete!]
Characters: Cyrus, Django, Jupiter
Time period: 1000 AD
Location: Millennium Fair
Time of day: Early evening
Content: An empty fair with a robot and a disembodied head. Insert slow music box music and you have any given horror movie ever.
Warnings: Paranoia! Surprisingly unrelated to most of that.
There had been another blue flash, hadn't there? The same dizziness, the same feeling oddly like going through a warp tile.
Cyrus had to admit that, every time it happened, part of him expected to find himself returned to his headquarters.
And then immediately fire Saturn if the base then looked anything like this. Festive decorations lined the square, marking joviality for some unspecified reason. And there was no one to ask about it. "Tomorrow then?" he muttered to himself, no one else to speak it to.
But there was food out. He could smell it, coming from a table across the way. And his jumbled thoughts cleared as he realized how hungry he was. "...still disgustingly human," he growled, following the scent.
The stillness of the square was broken by Cyrus forgoing any sort of formality and devouring a turkey leg, and silently he was glad that no one was there to see him debase himself like that. But where had they gone? It didn't make sense, in hindsight, for there to be fresh food out if the festival was not until the next day.
Staring down at the bone in his hand, his eyes widened. Just what had happened? What was going on? Where was everyone?
Time period: 1000 AD
Location: Millennium Fair
Time of day: Early evening
Content: An empty fair with a robot and a disembodied head. Insert slow music box music and you have any given horror movie ever.
Warnings: Paranoia! Surprisingly unrelated to most of that.
There had been another blue flash, hadn't there? The same dizziness, the same feeling oddly like going through a warp tile.
Cyrus had to admit that, every time it happened, part of him expected to find himself returned to his headquarters.
And then immediately fire Saturn if the base then looked anything like this. Festive decorations lined the square, marking joviality for some unspecified reason. And there was no one to ask about it. "Tomorrow then?" he muttered to himself, no one else to speak it to.
But there was food out. He could smell it, coming from a table across the way. And his jumbled thoughts cleared as he realized how hungry he was. "...still disgustingly human," he growled, following the scent.
The stillness of the square was broken by Cyrus forgoing any sort of formality and devouring a turkey leg, and silently he was glad that no one was there to see him debase himself like that. But where had they gone? It didn't make sense, in hindsight, for there to be fresh food out if the festival was not until the next day.
Staring down at the bone in his hand, his eyes widened. Just what had happened? What was going on? Where was everyone?