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[text] and then [accidental video]
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[ One might easily identify this as a sign of a new user -- and new arrival -- given the extended period of slow, confused exploration of the PDA's miniature keypad conducted in almost pitch darkness. But if one were to guess who, in the midst of a baffled adjustment to one's unfamiliar surroundings, would have time to sit down and play with a weird piece of technology, those who know the white-haired arrival might not have guessed Allen Walker.
But really, messing with this peculiar thing and indulging his passing curiosity is all that's standing between him and panic. It's a fine distraction, really.
One that loses its sparkle when what amounts to a very fancy, miniaturized typewriter offers absolutely no answers.
In his frustration, Allen vents his opinion where he thinks it won't matter. ]
clever, but it's still rubbish
[ And presses something that he'll later learn is called 'enter' in a unique method revealed by a brief clip of unintentional video recording; by way of the toe of his boot connecting with the device as a white-haired young man kicks it in a fit of pique.
He can't have kicked it too hard, nor has it landed against anything too unforgiving, as it's still running a few moments before the video cuts out. ]
[ One might easily identify this as a sign of a new user -- and new arrival -- given the extended period of slow, confused exploration of the PDA's miniature keypad conducted in almost pitch darkness. But if one were to guess who, in the midst of a baffled adjustment to one's unfamiliar surroundings, would have time to sit down and play with a weird piece of technology, those who know the white-haired arrival might not have guessed Allen Walker.
But really, messing with this peculiar thing and indulging his passing curiosity is all that's standing between him and panic. It's a fine distraction, really.
One that loses its sparkle when what amounts to a very fancy, miniaturized typewriter offers absolutely no answers.
In his frustration, Allen vents his opinion where he thinks it won't matter. ]
clever, but it's still rubbish
[ And presses something that he'll later learn is called 'enter' in a unique method revealed by a brief clip of unintentional video recording; by way of the toe of his boot connecting with the device as a white-haired young man kicks it in a fit of pique.
He can't have kicked it too hard, nor has it landed against anything too unforgiving, as it's still running a few moments before the video cuts out. ]
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That's kind of you. But I haven't the slightest idea, Becca.
I'm surprised there's anyone here at all.
[ wait, what ]
Trapped?!
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Apartments..? The buildings here look ready to fall on one's head, if you don't mind me saying so.
There's a great wheel a ways off-- its enormous!
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1/2
Curiosity wins out over caution; he purses his lips with a nod. Kneeling, Allen carefully retrieves the PDA and begins to set out.
...So long as he keeps that wheel in his sights at all times, there's no way he could get lost!
Right? Right?! ]
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Ah, Becca, was it? Er--
[ The wheel is no longer in sight, at least as can be seen in Allen's proximity.
Somehow, he got lost. ]
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[ Lost it? God, no, that sounds stupid, try something else! ]
Well, I found a cemetery...?
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[The 'stay out' part sounds desperately urgent.]
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And then: ]
What if... [ He has. And has been for a while? No, better just find his own way out -- without (actually heeding that ill-mannered swordsman for a change) falling into any open graves. ]
Never mind!
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[Sorry, Allen, you're pretty transparent there.]
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[ Who leaves a bunch of graves just--
Oh. Right. ]
I'll just wait here, then.
[ And run into his Master and get a minor concussion. ]
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(Shall I post an open log for later at the apartment, where they can talk about stuff? Any preferences?) ]
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