Who: Astralin and you! Where: Meadowlands, on his new farm. What: Astralin needs help setting up his new farm, anyone is welcome to help out. Warnings: None.
Prompts below! If you want to mingle, feel free to make your own prompts.
[ Aldrip's maps are terrible in a way that makes five percent of his skin burn. There's enough to deal with to ignore for a while - obnoxious medics, concerned brats, creating a database to reference. Not yets followed by more not yets. The Rule gets louder each time.
Infraction must be rectified.
Will lasts about four days. Fine, fine, the map isn't valid evidence for reference, he'll fix it. Need a control point. Astralin's farm is an easy enough landmark - already been there, so it's a straight shot in the same direction. Turn off all external processes and let the counter work as the equalizer.
Astralin ends up walking up on a very strange scene. The- acquaintance? The narrative says acquaintance works, so go with that. The acquaintance stands across from a sword nearly his height. Sword is used loosely: it's more a black and white gash through reality, vaguely smoking at the edges. And this weirdo is using it as a surface to write on.
T: 0:14:48:630. 94.71cm/s, sc: 1027. Approximate distance of 0.873 kilometers, rounded. Reference one logged; two additional references required for official use. Repeat on the return trip. Or would that not be valid since it's the same path- Gears lock in place when Astralin says It. The cursed word. Shoulders jerk, and a Device visibly swaps back to a Person with a sound of pure disgust. ]
Ugh. No honorifics. Will's fine. [ The hand pulls back, map and all, and the ominous black claymore shoved in the ground Ceases. Ink dissolves in water, returning to nothing in seconds. ...Doesn't burn as much. Nice. Socialization should be fine without looking like a neurotic mess. ]
[This fellow looks like he's quite lost in thought, and he examines his companion a bit longer. Quietly noting the map in his hand, and that strange sword that appears to be a quill of sorts for the map. An amusing scene to say the least, but he does freeze up a bit when he realizes that Will does not seem to like the honorifics. It was a force of habit, to be quite honest, and the man simply bows as an apology. Ever the pleasant, and polite man, even if he was a bundle of nerves for the mistake.]
My apologies, Will. Welcome to my humble farm.
[There seems to be a cow coming back from grazing that slowly approaches Will's side. The cow staring directly at him, before it walks toward Astralin. Astralin happily patting it's head as it walks past and toward the barn. A quick intermission it seems, as Astralin turns his attention back to Will at the mention of coffee. He could certainly do that, but he looks a bit frazzled and he wonders if Will wants to sit down and relax inside.]
Would you like to rest in my estate while I make you a cup of coffee?
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Infraction must be rectified.
Will lasts about four days. Fine, fine, the map isn't valid evidence for reference, he'll fix it. Need a control point. Astralin's farm is an easy enough landmark - already been there, so it's a straight shot in the same direction. Turn off all external processes and let the counter work as the equalizer.
Astralin ends up walking up on a very strange scene. The- acquaintance? The narrative says acquaintance works, so go with that. The acquaintance stands across from a sword nearly his height. Sword is used loosely: it's more a black and white gash through reality, vaguely smoking at the edges. And this weirdo is using it as a surface to write on.
T: 0:14:48:630. 94.71cm/s, sc: 1027. Approximate distance of 0.873 kilometers, rounded. Reference one logged; two additional references required for official use. Repeat on the return trip. Or would that not be valid since it's the same path- Gears lock in place when Astralin says It. The cursed word. Shoulders jerk, and a Device visibly swaps back to a Person with a sound of pure disgust. ]
Ugh. No honorifics. Will's fine. [ The hand pulls back, map and all, and the ominous black claymore shoved in the ground Ceases. Ink dissolves in water, returning to nothing in seconds. ...Doesn't burn as much. Nice. Socialization should be fine without looking like a neurotic mess. ]
...Coffee. Sorry for the trouble.
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My apologies, Will. Welcome to my humble farm.
[There seems to be a cow coming back from grazing that slowly approaches Will's side. The cow staring directly at him, before it walks toward Astralin. Astralin happily patting it's head as it walks past and toward the barn. A quick intermission it seems, as Astralin turns his attention back to Will at the mention of coffee. He could certainly do that, but he looks a bit frazzled and he wonders if Will wants to sit down and relax inside.]
Would you like to rest in my estate while I make you a cup of coffee?