IC Contact Post

[weapabilities]

Salutations! You've reached Drift of the Lost Light. I'm not in right now, but if you will kindly leave a message with your most positive energies in mind, I'll do my utmost to return your contact as soon as I am able.

Comments

[weapabilities]

Wouldn't be worried even if you did. I understand. You won't be bothered. Just notify me if you decide to leave.

[lazyinlove]

ok. thanks.

[weapabilities]

No worries. May I at least have your name, though?

[lazyinlove]

yeah it's Stanley.

Lucerne.

[weapabilities]

Nice to meet you then. Do you have a room preference? If you pick one upstairs you get to use the awesome pole.

[lazyinlove]

yeah sure that sounds cool

[weapabilities]

Good. You gotta tell me how it is. I'm too big to try it.

[lazyinlove]

sure I'll give you the full report

[weapabilities]

I'm expecting charts and graphs then.

[lazyinlove]

make that the half assed report.

[weapabilities]

Suppose that's all I can ask. Just let me know when you arrive.

[lazyinlove]

how about like 20 minutes?

[weapabilities]

Works for me. See you soon.

handwave? Action? Rain cake?

[lazyinlove]

k

Action/Cake?

[weapabilities]

[ Drift will be waiting. ]

Actioncake!

[lazyinlove]

[It's raining, like always. By the time Stanley finds the place he's a bit damp, and shivering. He's got a school bag with him, his important things most likely. He's also picked up a pastry box somewhere along the way. Is that...a cake?]

It's kinda soggy, but I figured a robodude wouldn't care.

[weapabilities]

[ Well well, look what the turbofox dragged in. This kid looks worse for the wear. Drift rises from his place at his robot-sized table and crouches down. ]

Hey there. You must be my new tenant. You look uh... a bit. Wet.

[lazyinlove]

Yeah. Think I went the wrong way a little bit.

[And it's raining. It's always raining. He crinkles his nose, apparently in distaste, but then he sneezes. Hard enough to nearly drop the cake. He only recovers it because of a lucky forward stumble.]

You probably don't have a towel, huh?

[weapabilities]

[ The sneeze seems to startle Drift who takes a step back and fixes him with an alarmed look. ]

You're backfiring. You should get that looked at.

[ He doesn't have a towel, no... but he pulls the makeshift poncho from his shoulders, it's a blanket after all, and drops it on the boy. ]

How's that?

[lazyinlove]

[That's good, actually. Stanley sets the cake down on the nearest flat surface and hunches his shoulders, pulling the blanket tightly around himself. Mmm, warmth. That's a thing he's been craving. The "backfiring" comment gets a chuckle out of him, though it comes out a little gurgly.]

Yeah, I think I'll live now.

[weapabilities]

Good, then.

[ He stands back up and crosses his arms. ]

Make yourself comfortable, this is your home now. When you are ready you can choose a room.

[lazyinlove]

The upstairs one.

[Yoy said fire pole dude he heard you.]

[weapabilities]

There are many. You can have whichever one suits you.

[lazyinlove]

Okay.

[He pulls the blanket a little tighter and starts toward the stairs. Maybe there's a bed in one of them. A bed would be good.]

[weapabilities]

[ Drift follows, and the stairs open up to a large hall, lined wth doors. At the end of the hall is the fire pole. ]

Most of the rooms are kind of furnished.

Kind of.