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estoria2016-05-25 09:34 pm
johnnyjoestar) wrote in estoria2016-05-25 09:34 pm
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[OPEN] Why dont you ask him if he's going to stay?
Who: johnnyjoestar & you?
When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
johnnyjoestar & you?When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
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