Isaac Decklan Stark (biostark) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-01-27 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, cavan darling, isaac stark |
New Land, Same Old Herb (Open)
Isaac walked down the street of an unknown city, frowning deeply. No phone siganl, nothing for his built-in tech to pick up on. Even his bluetooth was having trouble finding any signal, which was weird. Usually there was no end of keyboards, phones, and laptops for it to pick up on. But everything here was set on a slightly different frequency, just enough so that all he picked up on was a confusing and incoherant chatter.
Frankly, it was driving him a bit crazy. He needed to find something to hotwire into a software programmer quickly, so he could at least control the chatter being pumped into his head through the bluetooth. Why did he never install a damn off switch for the whole piece of tech, instead of just to specific signals he picked up? He was having to deactivate everything as it came within range, giving him a period where he was listening to tech babble while he overrode it. Usually he used the time to figure out what he was listening to, or enjoying himself snooping. That didn't work so well when it was just static.
Isaac had woken on a park bench, feeling very well hung over from a night of booze and pot. In his cross faded state he could have wound up anywhere, but instead he found himself in some strange land, pick pocketed (or maybe he'd forgotten his wallet in a club?) and alone.
Eleni wasn't around, and unreachable, so the young Stark set about find out exactly where he was, roaming the streets of an old-fashioned looking district in his night club clothes, with a faulty phone and no exact idea of what had happened the night before.
Today sucked. And he didn't even have any pot on him to ease the experience or hangover.