CT-26-1409 | "Echo" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2021-01-09 12:35 pm
on_repeat) wrote in revivalproject2021-01-09 12:35 pm
Entry tags:
*Some Assembly Required
WHO: Echo. And Cayde.
WHERE: The Furniture/Lifestyle and Household Goods Warehouse Building
WHAT: Sorting out things in a giant abandoned furniture store.
WHEN: Early January (what is the specific date iunno)
WARNINGS: N/A for now
- - - - -
The moments after his initial arrival, Echo had meant to step back and log his findings the second he had a better idea of what he was dealing with. They would have been formatted the same way he usually did reports back in the 501st, brevity being the first option until more details could be added upon further observation.
Instead, things went sideways. A few months passed since then and a new routine had been established, changing over the days that followed. Somewhere in the middle of his personal and social (?) tasks, the clone was able to put the newly repaired Replicator to good use. Aside from getting another body glove ('I'm thinking of burning the old one,' he casually joked with Cal and BeeDee), there was something nice about wearing the familiar set of red fatigues and boots, especially when danger was practically non-existent.
Not that it made him drop his guard completely; although he was taking a break from the armor and his blaster, he still had a lot of energy to burn off. Thoughts to run through.
So many thoughts that came with an equal amount of questions.
The abandoned furniture warehouse was a strange place to end up at, but its meandering paths was helping with one of those problems. As for taking care of the latter, he decided that checking the communications device would help distract him. "Better late than never," he muttered, tapping on its interface to see what opened up.
What felt like hours was barely ten minutes of standing in the middle of the sofa section, his brow furrowing with each tap and scroll that led to nowhere new save for the 'dick shun airy' full of entries he had yet to peruse. Not that it helped very much, however. "...Don't tell me that's all there is to this device..."
WHERE: The Furniture/Lifestyle and Household Goods Warehouse Building
WHAT: Sorting out things in a giant abandoned furniture store.
WHEN: Early January (what is the specific date iunno)
WARNINGS: N/A for now
- - - - -
The moments after his initial arrival, Echo had meant to step back and log his findings the second he had a better idea of what he was dealing with. They would have been formatted the same way he usually did reports back in the 501st, brevity being the first option until more details could be added upon further observation.
Instead, things went sideways. A few months passed since then and a new routine had been established, changing over the days that followed. Somewhere in the middle of his personal and social (?) tasks, the clone was able to put the newly repaired Replicator to good use. Aside from getting another body glove ('I'm thinking of burning the old one,' he casually joked with Cal and BeeDee), there was something nice about wearing the familiar set of red fatigues and boots, especially when danger was practically non-existent.
Not that it made him drop his guard completely; although he was taking a break from the armor and his blaster, he still had a lot of energy to burn off. Thoughts to run through.
So many thoughts that came with an equal amount of questions.
The abandoned furniture warehouse was a strange place to end up at, but its meandering paths was helping with one of those problems. As for taking care of the latter, he decided that checking the communications device would help distract him. "Better late than never," he muttered, tapping on its interface to see what opened up.
What felt like hours was barely ten minutes of standing in the middle of the sofa section, his brow furrowing with each tap and scroll that led to nowhere new save for the 'dick shun airy' full of entries he had yet to peruse. Not that it helped very much, however. "...Don't tell me that's all there is to this device..."