Maxwell Lord IV (
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tushanshu_logs2013-06-21 10:31 pm
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Characters: Max Lord and whoever stumbles across him
Date: 6/18
Location: Metal District
Situation: Max is looking for a pharmacy. It's not going very well.
Warnings/Rating: nothing right now :B
So, on the plus side, this Metal District he's stuck in at least looks vaguely like a city he's used to. There are buildings. They are certainly building shaped. There's gadgets and gizmos and thingamabobs cluttering around, and he thinks some of them may look like motorcycles in the right light. But all the words on the signposts are in...what, Turtlese? Anyway, it isn't really helping. He probably could've asked someone for a map or directions, but too little, too late to stop him wandering around lost in the way too early morning (or afternoon, or even later in the afternoon) hours with the worst headache he's had since freshman year.
Date: 6/18
Location: Metal District
Situation: Max is looking for a pharmacy. It's not going very well.
Warnings/Rating: nothing right now :B
So, on the plus side, this Metal District he's stuck in at least looks vaguely like a city he's used to. There are buildings. They are certainly building shaped. There's gadgets and gizmos and thingamabobs cluttering around, and he thinks some of them may look like motorcycles in the right light. But all the words on the signposts are in...what, Turtlese? Anyway, it isn't really helping. He probably could've asked someone for a map or directions, but too little, too late to stop him wandering around lost in the way too early morning (or afternoon, or even later in the afternoon) hours with the worst headache he's had since freshman year.