[Bendytimed to no point in particular during shoreleave]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega Obscura is eleven years old. Apparently, this qualifies him to be the pilot of a vicious multi-ton tyrannosaur robot with a death beam. It does not, however, qualify him to legally drive a golf kart.

This makes absolutely zero sense to Vega, so he's not letting it keep him from enjoying himself.

As a result he'll be puttering around in a little rental golf kart with a solar panel roof, the whine of the little electric motor audible from a distance as he darts up and down streets and sidewalks. He's still figuring out the controls and the steering's jittery, but he's getting it. And going entirely too fast.

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[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eeee?"

Wandering is often a good way to quench the wandering thirst, better still when curiosity can be indulged in. Sniffing at trees, rocks, buildings, pretty much anything the oddity runs into (literally) -- except that sound. That's not a sound it desires to run into.

It's a sound Oddity decides to try and follow.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega zips along in the golf kart for a little while before noticing that he's being followed. He jerks to a stop, bracing his legs against the inside of the front of the kart to keep from flying off. It's far from the most graceful halt ever made.

He looks back at Renne. "Are you following me?" he calls. He's seen Renne around on the ship before but isn't real familiar with him.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eeeee." Chirp.

Thankfully he's not going fast enough to careen forward. That would not have been nice at all. Skidding a little bit, the oddity gets his coordination (what little he has to begin with) back and edges cautiously closer toward this...thing...that's now idling. He's never encountered a golf kart before so yes, the oddity's sniffing at it. Poking at it. Nosing it. Even gently nipping at it.