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[theuserabides]

who: theuserabides, powerofgod, open to others
what: Basically I am just getting Flynn out of the damn house. Also action 'cause I can't brain prose right now.
where: Anywhere hospitable (aka, not a glacier, a lava field, a festering swamp, the Junkyard...) within a few minutes stroll of a teleporter. Flynn set his wearable to choose at random from the teleporter network

Comments

one of those city parks old people hold hands in

[popcorngifs]

[ By a kissing gate that lead out to a sizable bridge and duck pond construction, Alan was humming that sounded eerily similar to the tiny bit melody that plays when the final ship was making its decent in Space Invaders. ]

[theuserabides]

[Go halfway around the station, find your roommate.

Okay.]

Hey, man.

[popcorngifs]

[ Stopping his hum just short of the crescendo when the final ship is just about to deliver the killing pixel blow, Alan startles and snaps out of whatever water fowl-watching zen he was about to reach. His shock quickly dissipates when he sets eyes on Flynn. ]

A small world joke would just be stating the obvious. What are you doing off the Grid?

[theuserabides]

What, am I grounded?

[He shakes his head, leaning back against the fence and folding his arms.]

The Grid's one world, but not the only world. Learned that the hard way.

somewhere out there there is a perfectly meditative waterfall.

[powerofgod]

[It's not hunting, though it feels like it could be. The night is new, the station thrums with energy. Though the industry of the place is unmistakable, there are areas within its hull that mimic the forests of old Germania, and it's there that Godric is drawn

[theuserabides]

[Flynn had long ago gotten out of the habit of worrying about the dark. On the Grid, you generate your own light, and once night falls, he can find his way by circuit glow. So when he hears the splash of water through the trees, he has no hesitation about leaving the path to follow the sound to its source.

The fact that help is one sheepish wearable call away may also have something to do with his confidence.

He's no hunter, and as his boots crunch on leaf litter, Flynn doesn't realize anyone else is nearby. He's far too accustomed to noticing others with that strange Grid sixth sense that comes of being the Creator to pay attention to any of his more mundane senses, even walking through the night in a simulated wilderness.]

[powerofgod]

[Godric registers the approach. Human, male. Older, but confident by his step. He moves like one unaware of his presence, but Godric has no wish to startle him.]

Be careful. These rocks can be treacherous.

[The pitch of his voice is-- concerned, after a fashion.]

[theuserabides]

[Flynn starts at the unexpected voice, but relaxes quickly. Don't do that, man.]

Thanks.

[He squints into the darkness--ah. A kid.

Except...

The boy has a stillness to him that Flynn recognizes.]

Sorry to intrude.

Eurofancy Urban Square

[illiterage]

[ There really was no "getting out" when you could walk a hundred miles and still carry the crushing reality you were still stranded on a floating fortress of indeterminate origin without any inkling what that spelled out for your future.

Nice architecture, though. Bringing Hawke's mabari hound out into this town square succeed in distracting Fenris for a little while; watching a full mabari charge on an unsuspecting flock of fountain-piercing pigeons would distract anyone for a short bit of time. ]

[theuserabides]

[That's a familiar bark, and Flynn sticks his head around a corner to see a war dog scattering pigeons like leaves in the wind.

He still can't believe she named the thing Pickles.]

What'd the pigeons ever do to you, man?

[illiterage]

[ Any feelings of animosity towards pigeons are soon forgotten on Pickles the wonder war dog when Flynn announces his presence. The mabari bounded over to him to sit slavishly at his feet; panting with a wide, canind grin. ]

Perhaps he thought thought they were oppressing the local starling population and moved in to attack before talking to them first.

[theuserabides]

Hey, buddy.

[Flynn ruffles the dog's ears with both hands.]

Or maybe he's a dog and they were small and moving.

[Who's a big puppy? Who's a big puppy? Yes, you are.]

MOUNTAINOUS ZONE this tag is so terrible

[usavatar]

[Steve is keeping himself busy as best he can - at the moment that means jogging in the mountain areas until he's out of breath, and then boxing against.... a rock. Because it holds up slightly better than a punching bag.]

[theuserabides]

[Unlike certain people, Flynn is strolling slowly through the mountains. He's in reasonable shape for a 60 year old...but he's a 60 year old, and the air is thin.

Well. Now he knows what someone punching granite with bare hands sounds like. Flynn takes a seat on a boulder without any knuckle marks, and waits for Steve to notice him. He's a little too out of breath to want to call out, and this is Captain America. The guy should be able to spot one winded retiree sneaking up on him.]

[usavatar]

[He does, breaking off from a quick sequence of jabs that Bucky particularly liked to use, shaking his hands out as he comes over to greet the older man.] Hello, sir.

[No, he hasn't stopped with the honorifics yet.] I kind of- well, didn't expect anyone out here. [He squints up at the trees, openly bemused.] It's a little... um. It gives me the jitters a little, actually.

[theuserabides]

I set it to random.

[Flynn brandishes his wearable, then follows Steve's gaze into the woods.]

The mountains?

[theuserabides]

[Lost contacts are a bitch, man.]

Nope.

[He's just lookin' at the flowers. A minute ago there was a bumblebee!]

[theuserabides]

Nothing in particular.

[He straightens up, smiling at Shepard.]

What's up?