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Characters: Kroton
Rating: PG - will update should things change.
Trigger Warnings: Possible violence? Will update if there are additions.
Location: Town square.
Day and Time: June 27, early morning. (Date changed for accommodations.)
Status: Open to multiple characters.
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Kroton felt that little boost of energy through his mechanics that signalled the end of his recharge cycle. His optical receivers turned on, with his computer-brain expecting the same room he had stayed in for the last couple of months aboard the Doctor's TARDIS. What he actually saw was just the opposite of the cozy, dimly-lit room. It was a room more reminiscent of the small hut he lived in on the tropical planet. The room had a few small planters of wildly coloured flowers, curtains weaved from palms, and sandy-orange walls. He lifted himself off the bed and scanned the room - a small piece of paper caught his interest immediately.
"Oh great," he blurted, picking up the key and setting the note back in its place. If only Cybermen could roll their eyes.
He made sure to note the number on the door on his way out of the room, and made his way down the the ground floor, and out into the town. Hopefully someone out there knew what was going on.
And hopefully this was one of the few remaining planets that the Cybermen hadn't caused trouble on.
Rating: PG - will update should things change.
Trigger Warnings: Possible violence? Will update if there are additions.
Location: Town square.
Day and Time: June 27, early morning. (Date changed for accommodations.)
Status: Open to multiple characters.
--
Kroton felt that little boost of energy through his mechanics that signalled the end of his recharge cycle. His optical receivers turned on, with his computer-brain expecting the same room he had stayed in for the last couple of months aboard the Doctor's TARDIS. What he actually saw was just the opposite of the cozy, dimly-lit room. It was a room more reminiscent of the small hut he lived in on the tropical planet. The room had a few small planters of wildly coloured flowers, curtains weaved from palms, and sandy-orange walls. He lifted himself off the bed and scanned the room - a small piece of paper caught his interest immediately.
"Oh great," he blurted, picking up the key and setting the note back in its place. If only Cybermen could roll their eyes.
He made sure to note the number on the door on his way out of the room, and made his way down the the ground floor, and out into the town. Hopefully someone out there knew what was going on.
And hopefully this was one of the few remaining planets that the Cybermen hadn't caused trouble on.