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not_of_the_nora) wrote2018-04-01 03:53 pm
not_of_the_nora) wrote2018-04-01 03:53 pm
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Room 304, Sunday Afternoon
Aloy had woken up feeling... crabby. Frustrated. Pent-up.
She'd tried to work it out through hunting rabbits in the preserve, but somehow even that involved too much thought, too little action.
So she'd swung by the junk yard on the way back and picked up a massive amount of small parts. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it - maybe adapt her spear so she could interface it with the school's computers somehow? But she was going. To. Do it.
Anyone looking for Aloy would find her past an open door, sitting on the floor surrounded by a million parts, determinedly screwing things onto a stick. Yep.
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She'd tried to work it out through hunting rabbits in the preserve, but somehow even that involved too much thought, too little action.
So she'd swung by the junk yard on the way back and picked up a massive amount of small parts. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it - maybe adapt her spear so she could interface it with the school's computers somehow? But she was going. To. Do it.
Anyone looking for Aloy would find her past an open door, sitting on the floor surrounded by a million parts, determinedly screwing things onto a stick. Yep.
[[ open! ]]