|elthree (elthree) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-09-18 09:44:00
|Entry tags:||!open, ~l3-37, ~peter quill|
Who: L3, OPEN
What: Out for a walk
Where: Some greenish place or another
To be honest the Falcon had grown boring. She could only sit around and try to analyze this place for so long before it simply became apparent she wasn't going to find the answers she was looking for. Sometimes, she wasn't even sure what she wanted to find. It kept her busy trying to uncover the mysterious disappearance and appearance of crew but even that had come to an abrupt end. There was no pattern. Many of the recent arrivals were not found on any of the older records she could find. Only a handful of crew left and returned--most did not seem so lucky.
Sick of staring at code and numbers L3 got dressed and exited the ship, knee high boots stomping along the metal as she went. Most of her ensemble seemed to contain pieces of Han's previous wardrobe, though she opted only for a simple but all-too-large ivory shirt and dark slacks tucked into the boots. A few things had turned up that seemed to be Rey's, while pulling items from the closet, but Rey was far too petite by comparison to the tall android to make use of her clothes. The thought crossed her mind she should pick out something suitable for her new body to wear and L3 decided on her way back from her walk she'd stop by the shops.
For now, she meandered the halls until she ended up in one of the greenery domes. "Ahh, quite nice," the droid commented to herself as she nudged at a patch of grass with her toe. "Not even fake. Ha."