Ibby
OOC Account
Location: Bankor Ultiamata, Soceras -- spaceport
I stepped off the platform of the shuttle, gripping my bags as I began to scurry towards the main lobby of the space port. To say I was excited would have been an understatement: This was the first time I'd been anywhere off planet, and it showed.
"Come on, Ox, we gotta get to the lobby! The GUIDE said that's where we'll meet our pilot!" The droid in question, Oxalate (actually his ID was C-2O4, but...well, that was about the only thing I had remembered from our science classes) made a rather impatient noise.
"Master Otis, my rotators were not designed for heightened speed. I highly suggest you slow down, or else we will become separated."
I readjusted my glasses. "Ox, you're no fun, you know that?" My focus then was applied to getting a better grip on my things. But with my attention elsewhere, I didn't realise I was about to run into someone until too late.
My stuff went flying -- my datapad, data chips, flimsipads, styluses, etc. -- and scattered on the floor. "Quick, Ox! Before they trample it!" I dropped to my knees, paying no mind to the individual. I was more focused on my valuable things!
[member="Isaiah Dashiell"]
I stepped off the platform of the shuttle, gripping my bags as I began to scurry towards the main lobby of the space port. To say I was excited would have been an understatement: This was the first time I'd been anywhere off planet, and it showed.
"Come on, Ox, we gotta get to the lobby! The GUIDE said that's where we'll meet our pilot!" The droid in question, Oxalate (actually his ID was C-2O4, but...well, that was about the only thing I had remembered from our science classes) made a rather impatient noise.
"Master Otis, my rotators were not designed for heightened speed. I highly suggest you slow down, or else we will become separated."
I readjusted my glasses. "Ox, you're no fun, you know that?" My focus then was applied to getting a better grip on my things. But with my attention elsewhere, I didn't realise I was about to run into someone until too late.
My stuff went flying -- my datapad, data chips, flimsipads, styluses, etc. -- and scattered on the floor. "Quick, Ox! Before they trample it!" I dropped to my knees, paying no mind to the individual. I was more focused on my valuable things!
[member="Isaiah Dashiell"]