Who: John Jaqobis and OPEN What: Acquainting himself with new surroundings When: Monday afternoon Where: Main Street Warnings: TBD Status: OPEN/On-going
When he’d decided to leave Dutch and his brother, and Lucy, the RAC, everything he knew and was, finding himself walking down a quaint little street on some planet, in a star cluster he’d never even heard of, was not what he’d expected to do. He’d expected to fly off with Clara, maybe find a new system away from the Company, the RAC, his team, his family, the Nine. Pawter. He’d expected knowing his home was out there and that he couldn’t ever go back to it. If he did, the Nine would find him. They wouldn’t let him get away with what he’d done.
John was safe here. They’d never be able to find him if he didn’t even know where he was himself. He wasn’t in love with the fact that he couldn’t just up and leave, and he really wasn’t in love with how primitive it was, and coming from someone who made home in Old Town, which wasn’t exactly high on the flashy tech scale, but this place made Old Town look like like a bustling epicentre of innovation.
With his new comm weighing down his pocket, clattering alongside the one from home that didn’t work anymore, John strolled down a street that looked like some weird combination of the Leith Bazaar and Westerly slums, dressed up like a storybook. He was here, and didn’t know how but was definitely blaming Khlyen’s ship and his own idiocy in pushing buttons he didn’t understand, and he was going to make the most of it.
Stepping off the path at the side of the street, he didn’t think to look, unused to vehicles on streets, and nearly got himself run down. “Jesus!” he cursed, hopping back. “You just let those things drive anywhere they want around here.”