capeandcowllogs | not much time, there's much to do

WHO: Bakura, Safeguard, Vector Prime
WHERE The City. (Various places)
WHEN: Tuesday, March 23rd, whole-day.
SUMMARY: Vector Prime, Safeguard, and Bakura are out for a day of ~CULTURE~. Because you haven't lived New York until you've seen a damn broadway show, and/or visited the Met, among other things.
FORMAT: idk but I'm starting off para :|

This was going to be...interesting.

He had already explored the City on his own, of course, and with Safeguard; now, though, was different. This time...this time they had an actual human guiding them. Certainly, he wasn't a native to this area - not even this dimension, none of them were - but at least he had a better grasp of how things work than they did?

Nonetheless, Vector Prime had already noted quite a few similarities with Cybertronian's culture. But he kept these notes to himself for now, waiting outside the Hell Towers with Safeguard by him. He was dressed in more...modern clothing than he usually preferred (there was a certain class to the older fashions) but at least he had been able to find them in colors he was used to. Burgundy and white.

He briefly looked up towards the Towers themselves, then back down at his partner, who did a far better job of blending in than Vector felt he was doing. He tugged at his collar uncertainly, sighing to himself as they waited.

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Safeguard himself was in his normal attire that he'd vbeen ported into the city in, Sort of. He'd just changed the shirt around to a slightly more modern looking one, though still long sleeved and with a collar, and the boots were under the pants, for once.

"It wasn't that long! Well, to me." Safeguard matched Bakura's grin, though he wasn't hyper - yet.

Vector Prime offered Bakura a nod of greeting as the boy arrived. "Some minutes. Hello, Bakura. " He knew the exact number, of course, the number of seconds as well, down to the astrosecond-but was it worth mentioning? Well, if humans lost track of time on a daily basis, and he was to pass as one today...

"Nonetheless, shall we be off?" He wasn't planning on so much as summoning Rhisling for the day; it would be...cheating, in a way, to spacebridge from location to location.

And Bakura lost track of time more often than most. Especially when TRPGs were involved.

Which they usually were.

He gave a nod with another grin. "Un! The museum's actually not that far from here!" he pointed out. "It's actually part of the park! You can eve go onto the roof and the view up there is really nice!"

"It is?" Granted, he hadn't really explored Central park that much, so this was news to him. He made a mental note to fully explore the park later.

He nodded again. "You'll have to show us then."

"I agree. Lead the way, my young friend."

Their pace was brisk, but easy; they had the whole day, after all, and no reason to hurry. Personally, Vector was enjoying the air - a city or not, Earth's always had a certain taste to it that he had found himself enjoying very much. It was nothing like Cybertron's...but that did not make it any less appealing, by any stretch!

Its buildings, too, were so unlike those of his home planet - in any verse - but he found the stone impressive. He paused at the base of the steps, looking up at the museum (http://www.newyorkstatesearch.com/photos/New_York_City/photographs/Metropolitan_Museum_of_Art_at_New_York.jpg). "However long did it take them to build that?" he wondered, thinking of the primative technologies humans held.

Bakura was already heading up the steps with a grin. It didn't matter that he had been there 50 times before, it was still one of his favorite places in the City. All the wonder of a huge museum without any of the responsibility. After all, he wasn't expected to be running this museum! He turned at Vector's question. "Aaa, I'm not sure, really. Though I'm sure you could ask someone! I think there may even be a book about the museum's history itself in the gift shop."

Safeguard let off an appreciative tone, eyes looking over every, single. Inch. Of the building, some part of his brain gone into land-of-the-builders. When he realized that he partner and friend were moving on, he shook his head and hurried after them. He shouldn't get so caught up in just staring at it, but it was hard. The design was pretty. Really pretty.

Though it was hard not be distracted by the architecture of the place. It was like a dream, or something, and while he didn't want to be left behind, he didn't want to miss anything. "It's big. I'd say the size of a small building back home."

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/at a friend place for the night. Sorry forthe crappy tag.

/LATE - also mild fastforwarding if that's okay?

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