Ep0.5 - Maine - Brey Harbour - 'Shopping' - Closed
Jun 9, 2012 15:48:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2012 15:48:43 GMT -5
Cleaver's holo, cutting an authoratative figure with her cropped silvering hair and fitted flight suit, completed the usual checks, paperwork and small-talk with Larry the harbourmaster in six minutes. Stepping back out of 'the hut', as Larry called it, she folded the berthing papers with her eyes on her actual body, currently floating innocuously in its usual spot at the end of the fourth pier.
Brey was a growing commercial hub in Maine. It had been a fishing town when Cleaver had first started to visit on a bimonthly basis some thirty years ago, and it now boasted a massive industrial estate, excellent highway connections, hotels annually filled for the annual lobster festival, and three shopping malls to supplement the local small businesses.
It was a comfortably familiar place even with all the changes over the years, where the medic's alt. mode could float comfortably and undisturbed whilst her holo shopped, fleshed out her human persona and enhanced her interactions with the natives of this planet. As was habit, Cleaver cut through a narrow alley between a fishmonger and a souvenir shop to emerge on the other side in dark grey slacks and a long, cashmere cardigan. Her handbag almost matched her Cybertronian form, and immediately filled with the necessities of her human persona from her subspace.
Necessities including but not restricted to: purse; ID; cell-phone; camera; hair brush; compact mirror; three coupon books; a receipt for every item purchased in the last 6 months; travel toothbrush; cereal bars; a mini-carton of apple juice; notepad and pencil; map of Maine; leaflets for every local tourist attraction; sunglasses; tissues; nail scissors; and a passport-sized picture of a cat.
Swiftly navigating the Tardis-like compartments of her bag, Cleaver took out the cellphone, pulled up the stumpy aerial, and simultaneously opened a comm.line to Sideswipe as she walked. "Does Cat still want to meet at the Dairy Queen on 5th?"
Brey was a growing commercial hub in Maine. It had been a fishing town when Cleaver had first started to visit on a bimonthly basis some thirty years ago, and it now boasted a massive industrial estate, excellent highway connections, hotels annually filled for the annual lobster festival, and three shopping malls to supplement the local small businesses.
It was a comfortably familiar place even with all the changes over the years, where the medic's alt. mode could float comfortably and undisturbed whilst her holo shopped, fleshed out her human persona and enhanced her interactions with the natives of this planet. As was habit, Cleaver cut through a narrow alley between a fishmonger and a souvenir shop to emerge on the other side in dark grey slacks and a long, cashmere cardigan. Her handbag almost matched her Cybertronian form, and immediately filled with the necessities of her human persona from her subspace.
Necessities including but not restricted to: purse; ID; cell-phone; camera; hair brush; compact mirror; three coupon books; a receipt for every item purchased in the last 6 months; travel toothbrush; cereal bars; a mini-carton of apple juice; notepad and pencil; map of Maine; leaflets for every local tourist attraction; sunglasses; tissues; nail scissors; and a passport-sized picture of a cat.
Swiftly navigating the Tardis-like compartments of her bag, Cleaver took out the cellphone, pulled up the stumpy aerial, and simultaneously opened a comm.line to Sideswipe as she walked. "Does Cat still want to meet at the Dairy Queen on 5th?"