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singillatim2024-01-06 01:22 am
darkxwolf17) wrote in singillatim2024-01-06 01:22 am
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No Longer in Spaaaaaaace [Open]
Who: Uzi and YOU!
What: A January catchall, settling in, brooding. Regular teen things.
When: Throughout January.
Where: Milton and surrounding area.
Content Warnings: Emeto in the second prompt.
[A: a lack of doors]
[To say that Uzi decided 'quickly' that she'd rather not stay in the community hall would be underestimating her processors. She was out of there as soon as she could stop talking to everyone.
Problem is, there's nowhere else to go. She can't exactly hitchhike back to Copper 9 from... wherever the hell this new frozen hellscape was. Wherever it was, it had humans, and Uzi didn't much feel like being near those.
Which leads to you. Either a fresh newcomer looking for a place to settle, or an experienced survivor of Milton, searching for more to scavenge. There's still plenty of abandoned cabins in town, surely with loot waiting within, or a nice, warm place to rest.
Well, you step up to the door, and open it to a dark interior, lit only by the purple glow of two pixelated eyes staring back at you.]
Hey! Find someplace else to brood!
[B: Scrapmeat]
[Disassembly drones were a particular breed. With their violent tendencies and thirst for fresh oil. Eventually, that's what gets Uzi out of wherever she's decided to hole up.
Out on the crumbling, cracked roads leading to and from Milton, there were cars. Abandoned for whatever reason everything else was, there were large metal corpses dotting the snow-covered landscape.
Uzi knew enough about humans to start checking here. Popping open the hood and rooting through the confusing inner workings of retro human technology. Ugh. She could hack her way into a couple murder drone heads, but you'd think any of that would help dismantling a car engine? Nah. Maybe if her dad cared a little more about anything other than doors.
She missed him, didn't she? god. She did-- Oh, jackpot. No time to think about it anymore.
There's still oil here. It smells old, not like home, and yet... She hopes nobody is around to see her almost crawling into the engine compartment to get a taste. Just a little. Just enough to sate the feeling.
But it's no better than it smells. Her robotic insides churn. Soon enough, she's crawling out to land in the snow and - bleaugh - exhume about a mouthful of steaming motor oil into the white snow.
She coughs, spits, and notices that she's no longer alone.]
...Don't... don't do that.
[C: Wildcard]
[The option where we put anything that doesn't fit into the other prompts. Feel free to plot something out with me and do it here.]
What: A January catchall, settling in, brooding. Regular teen things.
When: Throughout January.
Where: Milton and surrounding area.
Content Warnings: Emeto in the second prompt.
[A: a lack of doors]
[To say that Uzi decided 'quickly' that she'd rather not stay in the community hall would be underestimating her processors. She was out of there as soon as she could stop talking to everyone.
Problem is, there's nowhere else to go. She can't exactly hitchhike back to Copper 9 from... wherever the hell this new frozen hellscape was. Wherever it was, it had humans, and Uzi didn't much feel like being near those.
Which leads to you. Either a fresh newcomer looking for a place to settle, or an experienced survivor of Milton, searching for more to scavenge. There's still plenty of abandoned cabins in town, surely with loot waiting within, or a nice, warm place to rest.
Well, you step up to the door, and open it to a dark interior, lit only by the purple glow of two pixelated eyes staring back at you.]
Hey! Find someplace else to brood!
[B: Scrap
[Disassembly drones were a particular breed. With their violent tendencies and thirst for fresh oil. Eventually, that's what gets Uzi out of wherever she's decided to hole up.
Out on the crumbling, cracked roads leading to and from Milton, there were cars. Abandoned for whatever reason everything else was, there were large metal corpses dotting the snow-covered landscape.
Uzi knew enough about humans to start checking here. Popping open the hood and rooting through the confusing inner workings of retro human technology. Ugh. She could hack her way into a couple murder drone heads, but you'd think any of that would help dismantling a car engine? Nah. Maybe if her dad cared a little more about anything other than doors.
She missed him, didn't she? god. She did-- Oh, jackpot. No time to think about it anymore.
There's still oil here. It smells old, not like home, and yet... She hopes nobody is around to see her almost crawling into the engine compartment to get a taste. Just a little. Just enough to sate the feeling.
But it's no better than it smells. Her robotic insides churn. Soon enough, she's crawling out to land in the snow and - bleaugh - exhume about a mouthful of steaming motor oil into the white snow.
She coughs, spits, and notices that she's no longer alone.]
...Don't... don't do that.
[C: Wildcard]
[The option where we put anything that doesn't fit into the other prompts. Feel free to plot something out with me and do it here.]
no subject
[Uzi moves to stand up proper. She brushes off some of the snow clinging to her hoodie. She's hardly dressed for these elements, but she's never had to care about that before. Worker drones were built for exoplanet mining, and sure, they died a lot. But they got the job done. They didn't even revolt!]
Uuugh, I was going to check out the gas station. I just... wanted to check out the cars first, okay? Your retro human technology is weird and interesting!
no subject
I said give or take. I just happen to have some basic awareness of the passage of time. [Dumbass toaster... He doesn't predict this girl will be much use as is, but as an interloper she is still his responsibility (he's decided).] You should be more aware of your surroundings if you hope to survive in this wasteland.
But I suppose if you were already headed there, I don't need to point you in the right direction. [Instead he moves closer to examine the broken down car, scanning it for parts amidst all it's decrepit rust. Hmm.]