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trans_92011-05-25 09:42 pm
carrieswar.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92011-05-25 09:42 pm
He's a Gambling Man - [OPEN]
Jr. had no particular destination in mind before he entered the city. He figured when he got there he would decide whether or not he was more in the mood for a stop by the Drunken Dragon or the Tea House - there were sure to be people in either one of them. Little did the red-head know, however, that he was in for quite a big surprise as he made his way through. He remembered hearing about how these other structures showed up in the city. Seemingly out of nowhere, as if the places were simply cut away from their own universes. Just like his mecha, the E.S. Asher had simply been there, waiting for him in the hangar. Weapons like that he could understand, but why would the ship take buildings? Temples and parks?
A flash of blue caught his eye, and he turned to a building he hadn't noticed before. Or maybe he had noticed it, but it had simply been empty and easily dismissible. It certainly didn't look that way now, and for a moment Jr. just ... stared. Completely baffled by the small, but familiar blue sign next to the entrance. In a bright cyan color read the words "GAME ROOM." Just like...
Just like on the Durandal... There was a moment-- a short, short moment when he figured year right, this place can't be here. But just as quickly, he remembered how many other places showed up out of nowhere. Jr. walked up to the entrance - it felt like such a long time since he saw that sign - it was a strange, bittersweet feeling. Of all the places to show up... And then he opened the door to step inside, and it felt just like home again. This was one of his favorite places to pass the time on his foundation's enormous red (and appropriately named) flagship.
The walls were a light and happy blue, the area itself rather techy and futuristic-looking. Lined along one wall were a few slot machines, and up a small staircase to the right was an oh so familiar rounded poker table. In another corner stood what appeared to be a game. The screen flashing "A.G.W.S. Battle," Jr. recognized it as the 3D versus mecha game he remembered from home. Pretty fun, he thought, and a good way for anybody bored to pass the time if they weren't much into the luck and gambling side of things. Every once in a while a small flicker of light could be seen in the air, like that of a firefly. Environmental Bugs - tiny little nanomachines whose job it was to keep the room in shape.
Jr. walked over to sit in one of the chairs set around the poker table. It felt a little lonely in the silence without any of the troops walking around - so many of them loved coming in here to pass the time with him. And without the 100-Series, who he had taught and had been teaching how to play, they were getting so much better at it, too. He reached down to grab his omnicomm, fingers tapping away as he typed out a quick message. A place like this deserved to feel lively, just like he was used to it being.
[] OOC: Here's a reference post. o/ []
A flash of blue caught his eye, and he turned to a building he hadn't noticed before. Or maybe he had noticed it, but it had simply been empty and easily dismissible. It certainly didn't look that way now, and for a moment Jr. just ... stared. Completely baffled by the small, but familiar blue sign next to the entrance. In a bright cyan color read the words "GAME ROOM." Just like...
Just like on the Durandal... There was a moment-- a short, short moment when he figured year right, this place can't be here. But just as quickly, he remembered how many other places showed up out of nowhere. Jr. walked up to the entrance - it felt like such a long time since he saw that sign - it was a strange, bittersweet feeling. Of all the places to show up... And then he opened the door to step inside, and it felt just like home again. This was one of his favorite places to pass the time on his foundation's enormous red (and appropriately named) flagship.
The walls were a light and happy blue, the area itself rather techy and futuristic-looking. Lined along one wall were a few slot machines, and up a small staircase to the right was an oh so familiar rounded poker table. In another corner stood what appeared to be a game. The screen flashing "A.G.W.S. Battle," Jr. recognized it as the 3D versus mecha game he remembered from home. Pretty fun, he thought, and a good way for anybody bored to pass the time if they weren't much into the luck and gambling side of things. Every once in a while a small flicker of light could be seen in the air, like that of a firefly. Environmental Bugs - tiny little nanomachines whose job it was to keep the room in shape.
Jr. walked over to sit in one of the chairs set around the poker table. It felt a little lonely in the silence without any of the troops walking around - so many of them loved coming in here to pass the time with him. And without the 100-Series, who he had taught and had been teaching how to play, they were getting so much better at it, too. He reached down to grab his omnicomm, fingers tapping away as he typed out a quick message. A place like this deserved to feel lively, just like he was used to it being.
[] OOC: Here's a reference post. o/ []
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"Commander ... um..." Did he ever get his name? If he had, Jr. blanked on it completely.
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"Is this place yours? It's pretty stocked."
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He looked around the room thoughtfully, his voice calming somewhat. "Yeah. I guess this place is mine." Not that it wasn't technically 'his' back home, since his battleship, the Durandal as a whole was under his command. It was just strange to think about it like this. "It's from home, anyway. And nobody else is awake yet."
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He slowly looked around with an experienced eye as though taking inventory before looking back at the shorter boy. "All by yourself, huh? I know the feeling."
"Always nice to have a little piece of home like this."
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"Sucks sometimes, doesn't it? But the others'll be out of there, eventually." He said it before, right? The last thing he remembered before waking up on Stacy was being with Shion and the others. If it picked him up, it had to have taken the rest of them along. Stacy'd be pretty stupid to look for those capable of saving the multiverse and passing them up.
"Especially since we've gotta get this room filled up with more people, now. I didn't expect it to just show up like this! I know that was pretty standard fare for things like our units and our battleships. But you're right ... it does feel pretty nice to sit in here again."
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Michael canted his head to the side. "It's a game room. You'd think that people would just flock here for the hell of it."
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Jr. glanced over to one of the slot machines. He remembered one soldier who always used to be at it - ironically tossing money into the same place's system that paid him. "Hopefully more people'll be showing up soon. Hasn't been too long since I announced it on the omnicomm. Plus! The Drunken Dragon's a pretty cool hang out spot, but all drinks and no fun is ... well. No fun."