| 7:46p |
What's this, racing, cars? It was only a matter of time.
((ooc: I'd wanted to do this for a while, but wasn't sure how to write it... I'm still not sure. Deal with it. Feel free to bring anyone along, if they like cars or machines, or racing, or flying, or if you just want to meet Falcon.))
[Between hanging out at bars, practicing with Sander, chatting witjh Doc, and generally avoiding people, Falcon really hadn't done much exploring .
But he remembered what Snake had said, how he had told him that the doors usually gave people what they wanted. Ok, so the doors couldn't take him home, but maybe they could bring a piece of home to him.
So he tried it. Picking out one of the yet to be marked doors, he concentrated for a moment, and opened the door.
The room was huge, it could have covered miles. A simple, plain, featureless room, completely empty, apart from some kind of console next to the door. He looked it over, curiously inspecting the buttons, giving them a few taps, causing empty space in the room to change to a racetrack. A very basic, 'primitive' one. Futher tapping caused more changes, increases in complexity, till it would match the ones of his own world.]
It's... A racing room. So then there must be...
[He looked off to the left side of the room, spotting a line of individual garages. He walked across to them, pausing for a moment, before opening one of the doors.]
...
I don't believe it... |