Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 2: Infinity Express)
09-24-2010, 03:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
As the train lurched into motion, Lloyd fell to the floor, and he just stayed there for a few moments, getting his thoughts in order. Having a whole new set of memories and skills jammed into his head was always a bit disorienting, and it was made that much more so when he didn't expect it. In the last round, he hadn't been given any sort of information about the setting, so he had thought it restricted to his movement between books, but apparently that round had been an anomaly. Here he was, still in a real-looking world, but with a whole history and background at his disposal. He was Lloyd Conrad the escaped fictional character, but at the same time, he was Lloyd Conrad the electrician, on his way from his home on Rendell to a job a few universes away.
He was fairly relieved to have the second set of memories- there were strategic advantages, of course, but it was really just more comfortable for him. He'd spent most of his life with one set of extra memories or another in his head, and he'd missed it more than he'd realized during the last round.
So after a few seconds of relishing the feeling, he sat up. He knew where he was- the tables, chairs, and frozen diners were a dead giveaway. Thinking back, he'd met a few of them over meals on the train earlier. They were an interesting and diverse bunch of people, all brought together in a single meal. It was vaguely inspiring, and it gave him something to think about other than his recent act of murder.
His temporary set of memories were actually quite useful to delve around in for the moment. He knew vaguely how the freezing system worked, and he had a general idea of how things were laid out. At the moment, he was near the middle of the train, in one of the dining cars. The classier cars were near the front, with most of the service areas between there and him, positioned for the fastest response times for those people who paid more.
Lloyd opted to go towards the front of the train- the service areas were the most likely to have any sort of useful tools or weapons, and even though he had the gun he'd used to shoot and kill Dekowin, he wasn't keen on thinking much about it. He concerned himself more with the others- having them get ahold of weapons and things wouldn't be good, so he should, he reasoned, try to stop them.
Besides, he hadn't had a chance to pick up his towel before the end of the last round, and even though he'd originally stolen it to ruin a plot, he'd come to recognize their usefulness.
As the train lurched into motion, Lloyd fell to the floor, and he just stayed there for a few moments, getting his thoughts in order. Having a whole new set of memories and skills jammed into his head was always a bit disorienting, and it was made that much more so when he didn't expect it. In the last round, he hadn't been given any sort of information about the setting, so he had thought it restricted to his movement between books, but apparently that round had been an anomaly. Here he was, still in a real-looking world, but with a whole history and background at his disposal. He was Lloyd Conrad the escaped fictional character, but at the same time, he was Lloyd Conrad the electrician, on his way from his home on Rendell to a job a few universes away.
He was fairly relieved to have the second set of memories- there were strategic advantages, of course, but it was really just more comfortable for him. He'd spent most of his life with one set of extra memories or another in his head, and he'd missed it more than he'd realized during the last round.
So after a few seconds of relishing the feeling, he sat up. He knew where he was- the tables, chairs, and frozen diners were a dead giveaway. Thinking back, he'd met a few of them over meals on the train earlier. They were an interesting and diverse bunch of people, all brought together in a single meal. It was vaguely inspiring, and it gave him something to think about other than his recent act of murder.
His temporary set of memories were actually quite useful to delve around in for the moment. He knew vaguely how the freezing system worked, and he had a general idea of how things were laid out. At the moment, he was near the middle of the train, in one of the dining cars. The classier cars were near the front, with most of the service areas between there and him, positioned for the fastest response times for those people who paid more.
Lloyd opted to go towards the front of the train- the service areas were the most likely to have any sort of useful tools or weapons, and even though he had the gun he'd used to shoot and kill Dekowin, he wasn't keen on thinking much about it. He concerned himself more with the others- having them get ahold of weapons and things wouldn't be good, so he should, he reasoned, try to stop them.
Besides, he hadn't had a chance to pick up his towel before the end of the last round, and even though he'd originally stolen it to ruin a plot, he'd come to recognize their usefulness.