It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
Characters: Roswell/Max Evansyourealrightnow and Laguna Loire prez_leg_cramp
Date/Time: The afternoon of September 24th.
Location: City Without Walls, Marketplace
Rating: I don't imagine it'll go beyond PG.
Summary: Laguna takes the newly hatched Roswell for a tour.
The walk from the Temporary Quarters up to the Access Point wasn't exactly linear, but Roswell found himself easily making the hike. His well-sculpted physique, though hidden beneathe a slightly oversized soft green shirt that matched his equally soft green drawstring pants, was clearly something he had worked on in his old life. The journal didn't so much as end in him breaking a sweat but, rather, it seemed to actually invigorate him with an energy that the cramped bunk beds couldn't offer. When he came upon the sleek elevator, he stopped. The few entries he had read about the thing so far had him worried about some random machine kidnapping. He stabbed his finger into the button and prayed. The doors, after a moment, opened - empty.
Roswell took a breath...and stepped inside.
For the second time, his finger jabbed at a button. The first, minute lurch made him flinch and shudder out a relieved breath when he realized what it was. Being that afraid of elevators; ridiculous. The journal he had been given when he had come out of the cocoon clearly had its downsides. That train of thought was derailed almost as soon as it had started, however, when the doors dinged open and the world of the second floor beckoned. He stepped out, and the doors closed behind him.
Now where's Laguna?