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revivalproject2022-09-21 11:31 pm
nightmare_scientist) wrote in revivalproject2022-09-21 11:31 pm
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Something Wicked this Way comes...
WHO: Wilson & You~
WHERE: Alien Target? The shopping corner of the city.
WHAT: Being up for nothing good.
WHEN: End of September-ish
WARNINGS: Wilson.
With the plant invasion withering away, the city has once again become rather dull to be in. Wilson hasn't minded the aggressive plants. He hasn't bothered fighting them at all, but they have been fun to watch. Fun and- Well. Inspiring.
But now things have returned to exploring and watching the other locals and sometimes gathering a little here and there. At least he has found a decent place to make his own. Pre-owned, judging by the state of it, but as far as Wilson is concerned, there is room for improvement. Which is the main reason he has come to visit the store.
The lighting in the building isn't flawless, but it is present, allowing for a casual stroll along pieces of rather long furniture, strangely cut clothes, devices that could be tools or toys or art or trash. His shadow creatures are inspecting the more difficult to access corners and are flitting about the place as he inspects the leftovers of a past civilization for anything worth tinkering with.
Wilson picks something up that could either be an alien toothbrush or even a device to erase another being's memory and turns it around between claw-like fingers, pondering it for a moment as he hears the screech of one of his terrorbeaks from a different part of the building. The shadow creature has either found something... Or encountered someone...
WHERE: Alien Target? The shopping corner of the city.
WHAT: Being up for nothing good.
WHEN: End of September-ish
WARNINGS: Wilson.
With the plant invasion withering away, the city has once again become rather dull to be in. Wilson hasn't minded the aggressive plants. He hasn't bothered fighting them at all, but they have been fun to watch. Fun and- Well. Inspiring.
But now things have returned to exploring and watching the other locals and sometimes gathering a little here and there. At least he has found a decent place to make his own. Pre-owned, judging by the state of it, but as far as Wilson is concerned, there is room for improvement. Which is the main reason he has come to visit the store.
The lighting in the building isn't flawless, but it is present, allowing for a casual stroll along pieces of rather long furniture, strangely cut clothes, devices that could be tools or toys or art or trash. His shadow creatures are inspecting the more difficult to access corners and are flitting about the place as he inspects the leftovers of a past civilization for anything worth tinkering with.
Wilson picks something up that could either be an alien toothbrush or even a device to erase another being's memory and turns it around between claw-like fingers, pondering it for a moment as he hears the screech of one of his terrorbeaks from a different part of the building. The shadow creature has either found something... Or encountered someone...