06-29-2017, 06:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2017, 02:29 PM by Bobby Worthing.
Edit Reason: Departing Typo City
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"Excuse me? Excuse me sir?"
People were visibly wincing in second-hand embarrassment as Mr Worthing and his miniature entourage desperately tried to gain attention for his investigative efforts. However, most had witnessed the prior conversations between him and his companions and were scared of being annoyed to death by a clingy, overgrown child if they gave him the time of day. The Nexus's inhabitants, especially the bigger and burlier ones, could be seen pre-emptively turning their backs on the goofy gang in hopes they wouldn't be approached, and for the most point it was working. Those who failed to put the effort in, however, had to go to greater efforts in the end.
"Hello friendly friend, I was just hoping for a rough idea on where would be best to go for someone new to the Ommerverse?"
"Somewhere really, really far away from me."
"Okay!"
Never before had Bobby had to experience the great unwashed public, and it showed. He had absolutely no idea on how to pick his mark. There were even some people smiling in his general direction from a bit further away, clearly eager to put him (and everyone else) out of their misery, but instead he seemed to be slowly spiralling outwards, sometimes even asking the same people twice out of nervous forgetfulness. Eventually, he happened upon a green and grey cyborg-orc kinda creature. She was not one of them exuding friendliness, but she didn't seem actively hostile, either.
"I'm just wondering metal lady, could you bestow upon me some knowledge about the local locales?"
"Camelot. Kings and castles. Fields. Mostly peaceful compared to other places. Coruscant. Highly urbanised. Peaceful, but strict and oppressive. The Pale Moors. Filled with undead monsters. Almost everything is dead."
"Um, Reginald, metaphorically cross 'The Pale Moors' out of the metaphorical destination list."
"Indubitably, sir."
"Vasty Deep. Beaches and ocean. Expect crusty crabs and hot climes."
"Ooh, not keen on climbing. Reginald!"
"Aye aye, sir!"
"Ashen Steppes. Arid wasteland. Active volcano, little in the way of open societies. Ruled by a tyrant. The Frozen fields. Fields. That are frozen."
"Are they ruled by Queen Elsa?"
"Negative"
"Oh... Another one bites the dust. Arctic tundra. Snow. Stuff."
"The Tangled Green. Benevolent or neutral inhabitants. Hard to establish oneself due to native's mistrust."
"Ooh, you've been really helpful. Thank you very much robo-green-lady. Would you like a hug?"
"Negative. This unit would hate a hug."
"Why? Hugs are, like, amazing! They-"
"Unit shutting down for undisclosed period of time."
"Aww... Maybe we can hug them then?"
"Activating electro-shock defence measures."
"Well, poopy."
A shocked look appeared on Reginald's and Cuddles's faces. As for Sylvester? He just smiled and stared.
"That is atrocious language, young man. Mumsy would be most disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry everyone. I won't let it happen again. On the plus side, I think we all know where to go, right?"
"Yup! The Ashen Steppes! We can make it a better place and teach everyone about the hug life!"
Bobby scratched the back of his head whilst Reginald literally face-pawed at the stupidity and naivety before him."
"Sorry Cuddles, I was thinking more like Camelot. It seems friendly, plus sounds really good for picnics. Now, I reckon it will be that gate that is green, but darker than the other green one. Shall we toodle?"
"Yay! Let's toodle!"
"Tally ho, what what?"
And with that, it was decided. The Cuddle Crew set off towards Camelot, taking their first steps in what was to be a grand adventure.
Or at least an ok one.
People were visibly wincing in second-hand embarrassment as Mr Worthing and his miniature entourage desperately tried to gain attention for his investigative efforts. However, most had witnessed the prior conversations between him and his companions and were scared of being annoyed to death by a clingy, overgrown child if they gave him the time of day. The Nexus's inhabitants, especially the bigger and burlier ones, could be seen pre-emptively turning their backs on the goofy gang in hopes they wouldn't be approached, and for the most point it was working. Those who failed to put the effort in, however, had to go to greater efforts in the end.
"Hello friendly friend, I was just hoping for a rough idea on where would be best to go for someone new to the Ommerverse?"
"Somewhere really, really far away from me."
"Okay!"
Never before had Bobby had to experience the great unwashed public, and it showed. He had absolutely no idea on how to pick his mark. There were even some people smiling in his general direction from a bit further away, clearly eager to put him (and everyone else) out of their misery, but instead he seemed to be slowly spiralling outwards, sometimes even asking the same people twice out of nervous forgetfulness. Eventually, he happened upon a green and grey cyborg-orc kinda creature. She was not one of them exuding friendliness, but she didn't seem actively hostile, either.
"I'm just wondering metal lady, could you bestow upon me some knowledge about the local locales?"
"Camelot. Kings and castles. Fields. Mostly peaceful compared to other places. Coruscant. Highly urbanised. Peaceful, but strict and oppressive. The Pale Moors. Filled with undead monsters. Almost everything is dead."
"Um, Reginald, metaphorically cross 'The Pale Moors' out of the metaphorical destination list."
"Indubitably, sir."
"Vasty Deep. Beaches and ocean. Expect crusty crabs and hot climes."
"Ooh, not keen on climbing. Reginald!"
"Aye aye, sir!"
"Ashen Steppes. Arid wasteland. Active volcano, little in the way of open societies. Ruled by a tyrant. The Frozen fields. Fields. That are frozen."
"Are they ruled by Queen Elsa?"
"Negative"
"Oh... Another one bites the dust. Arctic tundra. Snow. Stuff."
"The Tangled Green. Benevolent or neutral inhabitants. Hard to establish oneself due to native's mistrust."
"Ooh, you've been really helpful. Thank you very much robo-green-lady. Would you like a hug?"
"Negative. This unit would hate a hug."
"Why? Hugs are, like, amazing! They-"
"Unit shutting down for undisclosed period of time."
"Aww... Maybe we can hug them then?"
"Activating electro-shock defence measures."
"Well, poopy."
A shocked look appeared on Reginald's and Cuddles's faces. As for Sylvester? He just smiled and stared.
"That is atrocious language, young man. Mumsy would be most disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry everyone. I won't let it happen again. On the plus side, I think we all know where to go, right?"
"Yup! The Ashen Steppes! We can make it a better place and teach everyone about the hug life!"
Bobby scratched the back of his head whilst Reginald literally face-pawed at the stupidity and naivety before him."
"Sorry Cuddles, I was thinking more like Camelot. It seems friendly, plus sounds really good for picnics. Now, I reckon it will be that gate that is green, but darker than the other green one. Shall we toodle?"
"Yay! Let's toodle!"
"Tally ho, what what?"
And with that, it was decided. The Cuddle Crew set off towards Camelot, taking their first steps in what was to be a grand adventure.
Or at least an ok one.