cptn_tightpants (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cptn_tightpants) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova,@ 2017-05-16 10:10:00 |
 |
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Morning
Ice cream for breakfast was perfectly okay. Mal's not paying much attention to the ice cream though. Sure he's eating it, but mostly he's standing across from the entrance to sector 6, staring intently at the door.
Late morning - Early afternoon
Mal was a flurry of activity. He didn't plan to be gone long - only a few hours - but he did need decent supplies. Water for one. A small bag of supplies he could stash somewhere in sector 6 for later. And of course his trusty pitchfork from the stable. Once he had everything he needed, Mal walked purposefully to sector 6.
Evening
Mal emerges from Sector 6 tired and filthy. The food carts aren't giving him anything he really wants, so he makes his way wearily to Sector 4 for something good. He sat at one of the restaurants, pitchfork leaning against the wall next to his table, while he demolished a burger with relish.