Rangers: Dis-Assembled (Chip)
Apr 16, 2010 4:10:17 GMT -5
Post by johnsilver on Apr 16, 2010 4:10:17 GMT -5
(I guess I can probably get started on some backstory. Just the meeting of the two, which sets up how Chip wounds himself.)
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Nightfall.
The broad entry way leading into the show of Disney's Philharmagic was closed, and what a spectacular show it was indeed! Not so much the music was it was the time and effort spent on the water, it's effects, and the audience interactivity. A large figure, presumably the first of many animated characters aboard the theme park so far to enter and come out smiling, had to have been on the attraction more than three whole times to see the show and each appearance better than the last. Something about it brought a tear to his eye: the way it was done, made him think about the kinds of tech his homeland of sorts had with him. He couldn't have been better pleased to say the least.
It was also one of the finest introductions about the park and where he was, too. It may not have given him in detailed information, but as far as knowing characters - wanting to see them, like Hades for example, was a good way to get a good grasp of the situation. His eye did most of the surveillance, studying the kinds of technology used, and while it was primitive by his own standards, he made good effort to give it a good look-see before finally sorting out a plan. The goal? Using a few spare parts 'borrowed' [in this case, ripped apart with force] to help do a little bit of self-modification. Or at least, do a little bit of rewiring, putting out the entire ride completely for any future guests so he could at least put himself back into better functionality. Nightfall was the best time to do it; no one was around, the last show having been eight o'clock and now the place was dormant. Being the only one out at night meant there would be no one to bother him.
That wasn't to say the park was still closed... and anyone who's anyone would indeed be suspicious of a large brute looming over the sign, almost as if he was there to light himself a small cigar of some kind. With the surrounding area as quiet as daybreak, John Silver hoped to make a good amount of work and blast his way into the hall and room of which the entire session began and ended in, and make good use of all it's spare electronics.
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Nightfall.
The broad entry way leading into the show of Disney's Philharmagic was closed, and what a spectacular show it was indeed! Not so much the music was it was the time and effort spent on the water, it's effects, and the audience interactivity. A large figure, presumably the first of many animated characters aboard the theme park so far to enter and come out smiling, had to have been on the attraction more than three whole times to see the show and each appearance better than the last. Something about it brought a tear to his eye: the way it was done, made him think about the kinds of tech his homeland of sorts had with him. He couldn't have been better pleased to say the least.
It was also one of the finest introductions about the park and where he was, too. It may not have given him in detailed information, but as far as knowing characters - wanting to see them, like Hades for example, was a good way to get a good grasp of the situation. His eye did most of the surveillance, studying the kinds of technology used, and while it was primitive by his own standards, he made good effort to give it a good look-see before finally sorting out a plan. The goal? Using a few spare parts 'borrowed' [in this case, ripped apart with force] to help do a little bit of self-modification. Or at least, do a little bit of rewiring, putting out the entire ride completely for any future guests so he could at least put himself back into better functionality. Nightfall was the best time to do it; no one was around, the last show having been eight o'clock and now the place was dormant. Being the only one out at night meant there would be no one to bother him.
That wasn't to say the park was still closed... and anyone who's anyone would indeed be suspicious of a large brute looming over the sign, almost as if he was there to light himself a small cigar of some kind. With the surrounding area as quiet as daybreak, John Silver hoped to make a good amount of work and blast his way into the hall and room of which the entire session began and ended in, and make good use of all it's spare electronics.