Day 2 / Late Morning to Midday / Open!
Who: Anyone! Totally open, and the more the merrier!
Where: The streets of Arcadia, just south of the square.
What: Kadaj is showing off his new look.
Rating: PG
Warnings: ZA TOUTARU RUKU.
So this was the famous Arcadia, hmm? The last refuge of the worlds' survivors, the final home for a handful of stowaways. Amusing, how they thought they could cower away from Mother's eyes; the ships may have been the extended olive branch, but it would take a great deal more than that for them to save themselves. As of right now, it didn't seem they were even trying, simply getting by on blissful ignorance.
Kadaj kicked an orange down one desolate street with a soft 'hmph', amused. What a mess! A mere wasteland and some tiny, modest civilisation? A cluster of ruins? Pathetic, that that aged, junky computer was all that stood to protect them - and even that, it seemed, was malfunctioning upon his arrival. The screen remained black, the voice distracted, bitty, cutting out at times and rapidly degenerating. How long until food was no longer offered, and its shields collapsed? How long until the monsters came?
He slid none-too-quietly through the streets, making no effort to conceal himself. He was confident in his disguise, his smirk proud, his eyes bright with anticipation.
His hair was a rather dull brown and clipped back from his face, clothing also earthy and uninteresting, albeit loose and comfortable to walk in. If anything, one could say the only thing giving him away was his unbridled glee.
Where: The streets of Arcadia, just south of the square.
What: Kadaj is showing off his new look.
Rating: PG
Warnings: ZA TOUTARU RUKU.
So this was the famous Arcadia, hmm? The last refuge of the worlds' survivors, the final home for a handful of stowaways. Amusing, how they thought they could cower away from Mother's eyes; the ships may have been the extended olive branch, but it would take a great deal more than that for them to save themselves. As of right now, it didn't seem they were even trying, simply getting by on blissful ignorance.
Kadaj kicked an orange down one desolate street with a soft 'hmph', amused. What a mess! A mere wasteland and some tiny, modest civilisation? A cluster of ruins? Pathetic, that that aged, junky computer was all that stood to protect them - and even that, it seemed, was malfunctioning upon his arrival. The screen remained black, the voice distracted, bitty, cutting out at times and rapidly degenerating. How long until food was no longer offered, and its shields collapsed? How long until the monsters came?
He slid none-too-quietly through the streets, making no effort to conceal himself. He was confident in his disguise, his smirk proud, his eyes bright with anticipation.
His hair was a rather dull brown and clipped back from his face, clothing also earthy and uninteresting, albeit loose and comfortable to walk in. If anything, one could say the only thing giving him away was his unbridled glee.