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capeandcowllogs2012-07-30 08:20 pm
remarkablyspry) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-30 08:20 pm
Entry tags:
adventures in organic people land
WHO: Kang und Steve
WHERE: OUT AND ABOUT
WHEN: This week your need for particulars is killin me
WARNINGS: What
SUMMARY: Two ex-inorganics walk into a bar...or...somewhere
FORMAT: No
Steve could certainly appreciate the adaptability of humans a great deal with the summer in full swing, with the sun unrelentingly hot and bright, with his own inexperience as a foil to his struggles with it all. Just think, he thought, if this was planet Rosa, just how incredibly hot it would be! Even my circuits felt the burn then...how much more oppressive it would be with flesh and bone!
Such were the thoughts that kept an optimistic bounce in his step as he strode through the sweltering city and its baking concrete and glaring metal transports. The thick, curly mop of hair on his head had undergone quite the transformation with the spike in humidity, and did little but become an inconvenience, sticking to the back of his neck and all over his forehead as he sweated...and sweated. Sweating was...certainly a new sensation! At least, in such excess. He'd certainly had a few scary moments before the heat was on, but there was often too much going on to regard sweaty pits or clingy shirts. Now, though, there was little to stop him from thinking on it!
He found out it was rather inappropriate conversation material very early on, as well, and was now quite content to sweat and stink in silence as he rode buses here and there.
And that was how he wandered that day, humming gaily(though he wished he could whistle; he was still learning) and peering from window display to window display, seeking out new things to spark and sate his curiosities. He was quite overstocked in those, luckily; he wasn't likely to be bored!
WHERE: OUT AND ABOUT
WHEN: This week your need for particulars is killin me
WARNINGS: What
SUMMARY: Two ex-inorganics walk into a bar...or...somewhere
FORMAT: No
Steve could certainly appreciate the adaptability of humans a great deal with the summer in full swing, with the sun unrelentingly hot and bright, with his own inexperience as a foil to his struggles with it all. Just think, he thought, if this was planet Rosa, just how incredibly hot it would be! Even my circuits felt the burn then...how much more oppressive it would be with flesh and bone!
Such were the thoughts that kept an optimistic bounce in his step as he strode through the sweltering city and its baking concrete and glaring metal transports. The thick, curly mop of hair on his head had undergone quite the transformation with the spike in humidity, and did little but become an inconvenience, sticking to the back of his neck and all over his forehead as he sweated...and sweated. Sweating was...certainly a new sensation! At least, in such excess. He'd certainly had a few scary moments before the heat was on, but there was often too much going on to regard sweaty pits or clingy shirts. Now, though, there was little to stop him from thinking on it!
He found out it was rather inappropriate conversation material very early on, as well, and was now quite content to sweat and stink in silence as he rode buses here and there.
And that was how he wandered that day, humming gaily(though he wished he could whistle; he was still learning) and peering from window display to window display, seeking out new things to spark and sate his curiosities. He was quite overstocked in those, luckily; he wasn't likely to be bored!