[open log] I won't grow up~
Who: temperest and ~*YOU*~
What: Sync has snuck out of class and is playing hooky. :|
When: sometime during the day.
Where: the mall
Warnings: scowly faces and possible small cute animals
Format: commentspam cuz I'm lazy and already have another prose log up >:
[it turned out those robots that made you attend class only cared about you getting there on time, not when you left. Deciding he'd had quite enough of school for the week, Sync decided to head for a crowded area to try to swipe some food for himself. However, he found himself just wandering, a little overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds. He'd never been to this part of the ship before, not to mention a city that was this lively. On missions there was never time for sightseeing or fooling around.]
[he took his time. He had plenty of it now, after all.]
[he found himself standing in front of a window that proclaimed "Proogle's Pet Emporium" in neon, blinking lights. There was some sort of large alien rat sleeping in a pile of sawdust in the front window. Pets...he couldn't remember who, but the reject or one of his friends had said he'd kept "lemmings" the last time he was here. He scoffed a little to himself; at both concepts--keeping a pet, and the idea that he'd been on the ship twice and didn't remember it.]
What: Sync has snuck out of class and is playing hooky. :|
When: sometime during the day.
Where: the mall
Warnings: scowly faces and possible small cute animals
Format: commentspam cuz I'm lazy and already have another prose log up >:
[it turned out those robots that made you attend class only cared about you getting there on time, not when you left. Deciding he'd had quite enough of school for the week, Sync decided to head for a crowded area to try to swipe some food for himself. However, he found himself just wandering, a little overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds. He'd never been to this part of the ship before, not to mention a city that was this lively. On missions there was never time for sightseeing or fooling around.]
[he took his time. He had plenty of it now, after all.]
[he found himself standing in front of a window that proclaimed "Proogle's Pet Emporium" in neon, blinking lights. There was some sort of large alien rat sleeping in a pile of sawdust in the front window. Pets...he couldn't remember who, but the reject or one of his friends had said he'd kept "lemmings" the last time he was here. He scoffed a little to himself; at both concepts--keeping a pet, and the idea that he'd been on the ship twice and didn't remember it.]