seventh voyage
Droning, droning sucks. They're taken away, just like that - but it'll be okay! They must have just gone back home. Yeah. Sure!
[ ...That's what Komachi is thinking, making her way back home after wandering around aimlessly for a while. She needs sleep, a lot of it - in the end, that hotel wasn't relaxing at all.
As she enters her house, listlessly collecting the mail as she goes, the cheerful sound of her drone husband pipes up, asking when dinner will be ready. Ah, forget about it. She's much too tired for that now, she - wait. She doesn't have a drone husband...or at least, she didn't until today. ]
Damnit!
[ This town is stupid. Wrong. It's gone too far. And what's in this damn envelope, anyway? The town messing with her again? Hmph. ]
[ A little later, people walking along Taylor Road will be able to see Komachi standing in the road waving her arms about slightly. And yet, all the cars that pass by seem to drift off far away or never get close to her at all - and the road itself keeps expanding and drawing in in turn, as she wears one of her regular grins on her face. That puddle over there? Is now a mile deep. Yes, she's got her power to control distance back. Be prepared for mindscrew.
And despite her smile, something now seems more steely about the expression in her eyes. ]
[ ...That's what Komachi is thinking, making her way back home after wandering around aimlessly for a while. She needs sleep, a lot of it - in the end, that hotel wasn't relaxing at all.
As she enters her house, listlessly collecting the mail as she goes, the cheerful sound of her drone husband pipes up, asking when dinner will be ready. Ah, forget about it. She's much too tired for that now, she - wait. She doesn't have a drone husband...or at least, she didn't until today. ]
Damnit!
[ This town is stupid. Wrong. It's gone too far. And what's in this damn envelope, anyway? The town messing with her again? Hmph. ]
[ A little later, people walking along Taylor Road will be able to see Komachi standing in the road waving her arms about slightly. And yet, all the cars that pass by seem to drift off far away or never get close to her at all - and the road itself keeps expanding and drawing in in turn, as she wears one of her regular grins on her face. That puddle over there? Is now a mile deep. Yes, she's got her power to control distance back. Be prepared for mindscrew.
And despite her smile, something now seems more steely about the expression in her eyes. ]