→ current player
→ OTA
→ A5 and permissions in journal

Of course Duo chooses ‘no.’ He didn’t take out Deathscythe and attempt to destroy the Augur for no damn good reason, after all.

In a way, the run down buildings around remind Duo of home – L2, after all, is not necessarily a space colony known for class and well-maintained blocks. At any rate, he thinks this is possibly a little swipe at a punishment for his involvement on trying to overthrow the Augur, by the way that the city sits in the distance, glimmering like an odd taunt. It certainly is not a goal that Duo aspires for, and soon he is wandering the alleyways and broken down places in search of a good place to tuck himself for the time being –

Or better yet, trying to find the other pilots.

Which is how he happens upon a bot and starts a little conversation, deciding to prod to see if the bots here perhaps will go off a script, or maybe had a little more oomph to them than the robots in the city.

“You hear that?” Duo calls over to any fellow Islander he finds, gesturing them over. “This thing just said that this is a simulation.”

And then – “Did you try to take the Augur down too?”

Well, might as well try to figure out causation while they’re at it.

Once Duo has established all that he needs to about this new place and this simulation… curiosity kills the cat and he heads in to the shack to see what he can get in rations. The moonshine is only a bonus, of course, but it certainly doesn’t stop (1) one young Duo Maxwell from having to try some legitimate bathtub moonshine.

An iron stomach does much for the fact that Duo is even able to keep the liquor down, though he is not wholly prepared for just how hard it hits him. After all, usually he can stand up to a little more than a shot or two, but tonight finds Duo slouched, an easy smile spread liberally across his boyish face, sort of swaying this way and that very slowly where he’s leaned against a table, gesturing freely toward the bathtub of moonshine.

“This shit’s wild – you should try some.”

Used to exploring abandoned and run down places, assessing them for the ability to be sleepable or even liveable for the time being, Duo Maxwell is on a bit of an adventure. He doesn’t bother to be quiet as he explores, heavy foot falls and occasional muttering to himself a tell-tale that Duo is in the area as he looks around. He isn’t sure who will be staying around him, in terms of those he’s already acquainted with, but shoots for a space that could keep five, just in case the gang’s all here and gundam pilots need to room together.

This means he’s bound to run in to someone along the way, stopping as he notices another figure.

“Oh – hey. Anything good in here or just takin’ a second?”

( as always, if there’s a prompt you’d like to do that I didn’t offer – chuck it my way! Any prompt at all! I will also match format, whether it’s prose or brackets, so feel free to tag any which way! )