Tech Boy's reintroduction to consciousness is painful and abrupt. He falls a small distance and lands heavily on something hard like a rock or a branch. The white light of pain disorients him for a moment... then he blinks his eyes open and rights himself quickly. Because he is a literal god of technology, the sudden shift from a(n external) wireless network he'd grown familiar with to... whatever this is... is all the verification he needs that he's not in Kansas Maine anymore. He takes stock quickly of his new possessions--smartphone and pamphlet--swears colorfully, then stalks off noisily through the woods towards any indication of civilization he can find.
A few text messages have popped up as he makes his way, and he responds without even a second glance at the gifted cellphone. This is going to be annoying, he thinks, but at least I'm not here completely alone.
He's frowning, looking severely pissed off as he stomps through the underbrush. Gotta find K. Then gotta figure out what the fuck is going on. They can't seem to catch a fucking break.
Cabins. Gas Station. Many places to look. Many possible allies to uncover.
► PROMPT ► THE BARRIER
Not unfamiliar with this sort of game, Tech Boy is careful to avoid all enticing-looking plants, juicy berries, and friendly wildlife. Clear water is suspicious before analysis (despite the assurance that it's "currently" fine), but investigation is entirely necessary.
He can sense the barrier before he hits it. But he hits it anyway--with a balled fist that crackles with sparks when he strikes the invisible wall. The impact knocks him off his feet and sends him flying a little. Scrambling upright, he snarls, furious.
Changing tactics, he makes a slower approach this time. Placing a hand gently against the barrier allows him time to read it... and to discover nothing immediately of use. But it's a start.
With a yell of frustration, knowing full well what will happen, he strikes it again.
► PROMPT ► K (closed)
At least there's one thing still working like it should. Tech Boy reaches out over the mental/technological link that binds himself to the only important person in his life. It connects, meaning they are not too far apart.
Technical Boy | OTA
Tech Boy's reintroduction to consciousness is painful and abrupt. He falls a small distance and lands heavily on something hard like a rock or a branch. The white light of pain disorients him for a moment... then he blinks his eyes open and rights himself quickly. Because he is a literal god of technology, the sudden shift from a(n external) wireless network he'd grown familiar with to... whatever this is... is all the verification he needs that he's not in
KansasMaine anymore. He takes stock quickly of his new possessions--smartphone and pamphlet--swears colorfully, then stalks off noisily through the woods towards any indication of civilization he can find.A few text messages have popped up as he makes his way, and he responds without even a second glance at the gifted cellphone. This is going to be annoying, he thinks, but at least I'm not here completely alone.
He's frowning, looking severely pissed off as he stomps through the underbrush. Gotta find K. Then gotta figure out what the fuck is going on. They can't seem to catch a fucking break.
Cabins. Gas Station. Many places to look. Many possible allies to uncover.
► PROMPT ► THE BARRIER
Not unfamiliar with this sort of game, Tech Boy is careful to avoid all enticing-looking plants, juicy berries, and friendly wildlife. Clear water is suspicious before analysis (despite the assurance that it's "currently" fine), but investigation is entirely necessary.
He can sense the barrier before he hits it. But he hits it anyway--with a balled fist that crackles with sparks when he strikes the invisible wall. The impact knocks him off his feet and sends him flying a little. Scrambling upright, he snarls, furious.
Changing tactics, he makes a slower approach this time. Placing a hand gently against the barrier allows him time to read it... and to discover nothing immediately of use. But it's a start.
With a yell of frustration, knowing full well what will happen, he strikes it again.
► PROMPT ► K (closed)
At least there's one thing still working like it should. Tech Boy reaches out over the mental/technological link that binds himself to the only important person in his life. It connects, meaning they are not too far apart.
Looking for you, K. Location?