Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime
Smoke Alarm had looked at a map of Arsuran Orbital Prime, lining up the lines and curves against the streets and towers she remembered, and chose what she thought would be a quiet, unoutlooked alley for the talkiphone box to appear in, somewhere near her old stomping grounds.
As they landed, she was the first to the door, but poked her blue-haired head out carefully, keeping outlook for any dangers. As it seemed sound and safe, she ventured further out, outlooking around. Everything was different but the same, all unfun and yawny, blank walls and cleaners. It was a Caretaker city now. The Blue Kang looked sadly around, staring in shock at where her wallscrawl of a pussycat had been removed. 'Cleaners! Who could live here now, without colour and song and talk and play?
Then Smoke Alarm dashed off down the alley, scampering up and down frantically outlooking for something that wasn't there any more. No! Where had it gone? She went for the mostly likely comeout. Heaving up the lid of a big-big rubbish bin, she climbed her way in and walked precariously over the junk. Eyespying what she was outlooking for, she dived down into the scrap, dug and rummaged through, and finally hauled out a square of plastiboard, once part of a packing crate. 'My sleepy-box. Home-sweet-home.' she said glumly, showing the others what was painted on the side. It was a mural, of happy stick-figure Blue Kangs and Red Kangs playing in a green garden beneath a sun. There was a pussycat, and an unalive dog shot full of arrows. Her painting was child-like, but the themes, detail, expression, and composition showed an unexpected artistic talent.
OOC: Choosing a hiding spot for the TARDIS: Ingenuity + Subterfuge + Sense of Direction 11.
13:45, Today: Smoke Alarm rolled 11 using 2d6+8 with rolls of 2,1. ingenuity + subterfuge + SoD.