Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-04-09 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 073, marco, noah |
Who: Marco & OPEN (Multiples welcome)
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside the front of the mansion
Marco probably should have told someone that he was going outside, but he wasn't overly confident in his communications skills that day, after the morning chat over the network with Cecilia and Oliver. He still had questions about Cecilia, and everything that happened there, but after being told a second, or was it a third, time by Oliver to give her space, he finally did. After that, spending time off the network sounded like the smartest idea, so he cleaned up today's crop of ant invaders while his pill kicked in, then tried to figure out how to spend his day without watching another movie.
His thoughts settled on sledding. He still hadn't gotten a chance to, though he wanted to. It sounded dumb, but fun, and the wipeouts were probably less painful than doing something like shopping cart racing, which was the only thing he could think to compare it to. He'd put on the layers that Oliver had made sure he'd dressed in the last few times he'd gone outside, including that hideous hat that he loved so much, and the rest of the morning was spent looking for something that might work as a sled. An inflatable mattress, maybe, or a plastic hamper.
After settling on a trash can lid, and leaving one of the trash cans wide open in the midst of a bug infestation, Marco set off with his new sled towards the only hill that he could think of: the hill that went down to town. Which was going to be awesome...
Except the roads were salted. Marco frowned, and wondered if he could sled on the edge of the road, closer to the trees. Where was it that people drove the snowmobiles?
Could he drive one of the snowmobiles?