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trans_92010-01-12 12:51 pm
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Looking for anything (Open)
Lone had intended to go to Weapons and Possessions to try and find some of her gear. She missed her Pip-Boy, and wanted to find something more protective than the suit made out of plants. Instead, what she found was a treasure trove.
Shelf upon shelf of stuff, some recognisable, some not. And no-one in sight.
The plantsuits ability to form pockets was being put to the test as Lone browsed, sometimes climbing up onto a shelf in order to check the top. Anyone watching her would have noticed the methodology in her movements as she swept back and forward. There was no way that she would manage to look through it all, but it looked like she was going to give it a good try.
Her hair which was loose when she entered, was slowly being pinned back by the bobby pins that she kept finding here and here. A screwdriver had taken pride of place in a breast pocket, and a thigh pocket held something shiny that she's sure will come in useful for something.
Currently, Lone is bent over a pile that has slid off a shelf, poking through it. With a happy noise, she pulls free a teddy bear and sets it aside, before diving straight back into the pile.
Shelf upon shelf of stuff, some recognisable, some not. And no-one in sight.
The plantsuits ability to form pockets was being put to the test as Lone browsed, sometimes climbing up onto a shelf in order to check the top. Anyone watching her would have noticed the methodology in her movements as she swept back and forward. There was no way that she would manage to look through it all, but it looked like she was going to give it a good try.
Her hair which was loose when she entered, was slowly being pinned back by the bobby pins that she kept finding here and here. A screwdriver had taken pride of place in a breast pocket, and a thigh pocket held something shiny that she's sure will come in useful for something.
Currently, Lone is bent over a pile that has slid off a shelf, poking through it. With a happy noise, she pulls free a teddy bear and sets it aside, before diving straight back into the pile.