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taxonomites2011-10-10 04:38 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2011-10-10 04:38 pm
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041 [ visual / location: the fair ] and we're the places that we wanted to go
Two years-- no, two annuals along now. Glitch was determined to mark time properly, especially since he had the firm, correct, proper date of his arrival. He'd known "October" and he'd known "before DG" but pinning down the date had taken a lot of fussing with his tablet.
The marvelous little machine had a long, long memory, each transmission (except for a few with a worrying access denied message) given a date and time stamp. Lots of himself - wide-eyed, bemused, confused, worried, grinning, laughing at himself, blinking - lot of "Hey everyone," back and back until finally there was a skinny, ragged, figure who went quickly from scared to indignant to curious. October ninth, two annuals back, roughly half past one in the afternoon.
He'd replayed it over and over as he rode the tram across the city, the little hologram suddenly stumbling into existence and eventually peering right at him with that uncertain smile. Hello. Where'd you come from?
"Good question," Glitch mused, philosophically bewildered by how he'd gotten from that to his present state despite having just reviewed it all. With a snort he turned off the tablet and stood to get off at the next station, near where the map had promised a fair in Shelley.
There were banners and music, Extras calling out for folks to try their luck at games of chance, rides in the distance - a ferris wheel, bumper cars, something terrifying and spinny - and the smell of barnyard and harvest wafting in from the new farmlands to compete with all the food. The mood was happy and bright, and at roughly half past one Glitch bought himself a caramel apple before beginning his third annual in Taxon with an aimless meander around.
Once the edge had been taken off his curiosity (and he'd deemed the place safe), he turned the tablet to visual and gave it a grin.
"Hey everyone!" Glitch began. "There's this harvest festival fair thing going on out in Shelley by the farms - there are farms now, by the way - and...okay, it's actually pretty nifty. There's gonna be a dance after sunset and I'll be disappointed if I don't have any partners, but more importantly someone's gotta get here before I decide to actually try the deep fried butter."
He raised his eyebrows and did one of his quick, earnest nods to show how very serious this threat was.
ooc: In which Keri got sick of moping. LOL BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY, and let's call it a party post. Tag Glitch, tag in on your own, tag each other, make up typical fair stuff. I'm thinking typical state fair things but feel free to add any international or otherworldly fun stuff.
The marvelous little machine had a long, long memory, each transmission (except for a few with a worrying access denied message) given a date and time stamp. Lots of himself - wide-eyed, bemused, confused, worried, grinning, laughing at himself, blinking - lot of "Hey everyone," back and back until finally there was a skinny, ragged, figure who went quickly from scared to indignant to curious. October ninth, two annuals back, roughly half past one in the afternoon.
He'd replayed it over and over as he rode the tram across the city, the little hologram suddenly stumbling into existence and eventually peering right at him with that uncertain smile. Hello. Where'd you come from?
"Good question," Glitch mused, philosophically bewildered by how he'd gotten from that to his present state despite having just reviewed it all. With a snort he turned off the tablet and stood to get off at the next station, near where the map had promised a fair in Shelley.
There were banners and music, Extras calling out for folks to try their luck at games of chance, rides in the distance - a ferris wheel, bumper cars, something terrifying and spinny - and the smell of barnyard and harvest wafting in from the new farmlands to compete with all the food. The mood was happy and bright, and at roughly half past one Glitch bought himself a caramel apple before beginning his third annual in Taxon with an aimless meander around.
Once the edge had been taken off his curiosity (and he'd deemed the place safe), he turned the tablet to visual and gave it a grin.
"Hey everyone!" Glitch began. "There's this harvest festival fair thing going on out in Shelley by the farms - there are farms now, by the way - and...okay, it's actually pretty nifty. There's gonna be a dance after sunset and I'll be disappointed if I don't have any partners, but more importantly someone's gotta get here before I decide to actually try the deep fried butter."
He raised his eyebrows and did one of his quick, earnest nods to show how very serious this threat was.
ooc: In which Keri got sick of moping. LOL BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY, and let's call it a party post. Tag Glitch, tag in on your own, tag each other, make up typical fair stuff. I'm thinking typical state fair things but feel free to add any international or otherworldly fun stuff.