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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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It's a bit overwhelming, if he's honest with himself, and so instead of lingering around the plaza, he goes for the path straight ahead. He does, however, stop by Mr. Prog and tilts his head to the side at it.]
Hey there, little guy. [He reaches out to touch it.] What're you doing here?
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JUST A BIT LIKE THAT ONE TRON MOVIE ISN'T IT SHAWN....Going straight ahead seems to be easy enough; unaddressed, Megaman is oblivious to Shawn's presence for the meantime, and so Shawn makes it to the Mr. Prog in question without incident.
Despite their cute exteriors, Mr. Progs generally aren't touched in their line of work! So the reaching out on behalf of this visitor is...odd....but the Prog doesn't really shy away, at least. Instead it tips its head up to look at Shawn, its perpetually happy face unwavering as it simply floats in place and allows itself to be petted. (It feels like--a hard and smooth sort of not-plastic, more than anything else.)]
OH, HELLO! [It's got a pretty distinctive voice, to say the least, and its mouth moves only imperceptibly as the words come out.] I AM HERE TO...WELL, I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU INFORMATION, I SUPPOSE! SO, HERE I GO! [It takes a breath that it very obviously doesn't actually need.] IF YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS PATH AHEAD, I'M YOUR PERSON! IF YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE OTHER PATHS INSTEAD, YOU CAN REFER TO MY FRIENDS, WHO ARE STANDING AT EACH OF THOSE! OR, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AREA IN GENERAL, THAT GUY OVER THERE MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP YOU TOO!
[The Mr. Prog turns towards the rest of the plaza behind Shawn--it might be indicating the other Mr. Prog floating in the dead center of the area back there, or it might be indicating Megaman, still aimlessly pacing around the perimeter. It's a bit hard to say... (These things are a bit more difficult when you don't have arms to point with, but--it's the thought that counts?? Yes.)]
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HE WASN'T GOING TO SAY IT OUT LOUD...Shawn doesn't know what he expected when he petted Mr. Prog. It's a cyberspace world. He almost sighs at himself for trying, but he's not gonna back down from petting the guy. He commits to the actions he makes, dangit.]
Huh. Well, okay - if you're my guy, tell me everything I need to know.
[He glances back at the pacing Megaman. Poor bro. Maybe he'll double back and check, just before going forward.]
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OKAY! WELL, THIS PATH HERE LEADS TO LAN'S PET! [Each letter in PET is enunciated, there, as if it's a sort of acronym.] IT'S YOUR LINK TO THE REAL WORLD--THE PEOPLE OUT THERE ARE REALLY IMPORTANT, AFTER ALL! YOU WOULDN'T BE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY WITHOUT THEM. IT'S ALWAYS GOOD TO KEEP THOSE SORTS OF MEMORIES IN MIND, ISN'T IT?
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I'd say so, yeah. Thanks, uh... Mr. Rabbit-Thing.
[That is probably not the guy's name, but heck if Shawn knows the real one. Instead, he stops petting it so he can keep moving forward. Maybe he'll find whatever his shipmate's looking for.]
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[CLOSE ENOUGH SHAWN...CLOSE ENOUGH....but, with the line of questioning finished, the Mr. Prog faces away towards the plaza again, and Shawn can start down the path unhindered. ...It pans out into another plaza, this one the exact same size as the last.
There are some differences, though. In here the dark backdrop of spiraling soccerball lights has faded out to a sort of ambient green paneling that glows gently--it's hard to tell whether it's actually a wall of green light or just more empty space in a different color. But more importantly--and much more prominently--a screen of some kind sits suspended in the middle of the area, straight ahead, stretching across the area big enough in size to be comparable to a movie theater's display.
On the other side of the screen is...a boy's bedroom, from the perspective of a camera sitting tipped-up on a desk. There's a bed with yellow covers, anyway, with a black backpack and a pair of rollerblades tossed carelessly on top--and there's a window to the side that filters in sunlight, a soccerball sitting on its sill. A couple of colorful action posters line the walls here and there. A blue dresser stands half out of sight, with a glint of golden trophies sitting on top of it. Nearer to the camera, though, on the table, there's a keyboard and yet another screen just barely cut off to the side--a computer's screen, maybe? A glow indicates that it's on, though the contents of its monitor are indiscernible...but there are faint peals of rock music coming from that general direction, filtering through into the plaza.
And, nested in a corner between the computer outside and the edge of the screen, is a photo in a frame propped up on the desk. There are two very small brown-haired boys huddled together in the photograph, one wearing orange and the other wearing blue. They look identical.
Towards the bottom of the screen from Shawn's end of things, though--and well within reaching distance--is a sort of menu, the sleek square buttons floating suspended in the air themselves. Each button has a line of text...]
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As he enters the plaza, his gaze is drawn towards the boy's bedroom. It reminds him of his room, and Cory's room, except way neater. Guess the kid's mom actually gets on his case about laundry and things like a clean floor. (Plus, the kid's got good taste in music!) Shawn bops his head along to the beat, walking towards the menu.
He's not one for investigating - intruding? - but he'll take a peek at the menu. After some deliberation, he hits the button called 'Navi.' That has to mean something, right?]