[Elecman's efforts seem to succeed, for the most part, or maybe that's just the nature of the room--either way, still unprompted, Megaman continues wandering the plaza oblivious to Elecman's presence as the latter crosses over from one side to the other.
The Mr. Prog standing on the side of the path in question, unaddressed, simply moves aside to allow Elecman through as well. But--oh, it is a pretty narrow path, isn't it? Parts of the purple tile almost seem to be crumbling a away a bit at the edges, not so much from age but from...poor construction and compilation? Maybe. It also feels like an unreasonably long walk, at least for the moment--when he does eventually step off he'll probably be left wondering just how long it really was again. But for now it's more than enough time to notice how the soccerball wallpaper gradually fades out to simple darkness, out in the ether. And, as he walks, Elecman may start to feel a creeping sense of...something uncomfortable. Nervous and anxious.
At length the path does finally open up to yet another plaza, though--this one a bit smaller than the previous two, and still laid in purple tiles. The most distinctive feature of the area is straight ahead, though, where a very tall and wide screen--maybe a computer's screen, of some kind--hangs suspended beyond the plaza, broadcasting nothing but snowy static. The sound of static permeates the air here too, in what would otherwise be silence--there's nobody else here.
But there is a smaller and more immediate screen suspended in the dead center of the plaza too; not a BBS, this time, but some kind of status window. It's a pale green, with lines of pale text visible in the body. But the only line of text readable from this distance is larger, red, and bolded at the very top of the window: ERROR LOG]
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The Mr. Prog standing on the side of the path in question, unaddressed, simply moves aside to allow Elecman through as well. But--oh, it is a pretty narrow path, isn't it? Parts of the purple tile almost seem to be crumbling a away a bit at the edges, not so much from age but from...poor construction and compilation? Maybe. It also feels like an unreasonably long walk, at least for the moment--when he does eventually step off he'll probably be left wondering just how long it really was again. But for now it's more than enough time to notice how the soccerball wallpaper gradually fades out to simple darkness, out in the ether. And, as he walks, Elecman may start to feel a creeping sense of...something uncomfortable. Nervous and anxious.
At length the path does finally open up to yet another plaza, though--this one a bit smaller than the previous two, and still laid in purple tiles. The most distinctive feature of the area is straight ahead, though, where a very tall and wide screen--maybe a computer's screen, of some kind--hangs suspended beyond the plaza, broadcasting nothing but snowy static. The sound of static permeates the air here too, in what would otherwise be silence--there's nobody else here.
But there is a smaller and more immediate screen suspended in the dead center of the plaza too; not a BBS, this time, but some kind of status window. It's a pale green, with lines of pale text visible in the body. But the only line of text readable from this distance is larger, red, and bolded at the very top of the window: ERROR LOG]