[Day 1, morning] [Open] Streets of Arcadia
Who: Kedron (Open to anyone else who might want to wander in)
Where: Arcadia's streets.
What: Kedron goes out looking for answers. Trouble's about to pop up, but no one knows it. Yet.
Rating: G
Warnings: Capslock of DOOM
Okay.
Deeeeeep breath. Deep, deep breath.
Explosion of rage.
"WHERE THE HELL IS THIS?!"
Empty buildings. Empty streets. Little screens that blinked at him and offered him oranges. Kedron I-lack-a-last-name, Sub-lieutenant of a place he had left behind, who had travelled the stars (well, a few stars), and planets (two), was thirteen, lost, and sodding furious.
He screamed at uSUC. uSUC blinked back. And showered him with confetti, and extended an orange in a drawer.
Kedron frothed. Kedron balled his fists and kicked a wall. But he took the orange anyway.
Alright. Arcadia. He wasn't anywhere in known space, which meant that that bastard Rufen must have blown him straight through a wormhole and out into the great unknown. There wasn't just going to be hell to pay when he got back, there was going to be a reckoning. With all the threat and terror of a three syllable word.
Tearing teeth viciously into the orange, rind and all -- hey, why pass up extra nutrition? -- Kedron spent all of five seconds contemplating that having an education was utterly overrated and useless if it didn't help him to get out of Situations. Like this. He was tempted to blast that obnoxious screen into oblivion, but this wasn't the Ionium, and he didn't know its capabilities, or what thugs it had at its command.
He demanded a starmap. uSUC gave him a fish. A plastic fish.
He pocketed it, anyway. Maybe it was local currency, of a sort.
"Damn," he hissed, shoving hands into his pockets, bright pink plastic fish and all. And glared at the conspiciously empty streets. Humans were easier. Humans he could threaten, bribe, coerce, or mug. Computers, though... computers sucked.