Who: Corso Riggs and OTA When: Wednesday late morning Where: Pole Position What: Browsing another form of this world's entertainment Warnings: Possibly mild language Status: Open/In-Progress
The exterior seemed pretty inviting. While he had never been there, the colorful sign reminded Corso of the stories he had heard about shops on Nar Shadda. Of course, this place certainly lacked the shady and questionable air that places on Nar Shadda were rumored to have. You could talk about a place with its splendor and excitement, but not without reminding people of the dangers lurking around corners.
Especially when the city and entire planet were run by corrupt government officials and hutts. Corso knew about corruption all too well.
Heading inside, it took him a minute to acclimate to the different noises and music. The games and movies that were either playing or welcoming folks to try them out. Stepping up to one of the display consoles, it looked easy enough. The controller; however, did not. Lots of buttons, toggle switches, and the like.
Corso made a face, leaning from one side to the other, as he inspected it. "Like a damn ship's console," he muttered. Pressing a few buttons, he was tossed into a game, smashing buttons and ducking when things came at the person he was controlling on the screen. He died a few times, sure, but being able to retry? Corso was definitely starting to enjoy it.
Letting out an excitable hollar, he was perhaps enjoying it a bit too much. "Take that, ugly!"