september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

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for handsome squidward

[hanzer]

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Think I've had enough of sand to last me at least the next year. I'll take my chances in the jungle.

[Dramatic irony is a literary technique in which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience, but unknown to the character.

Seriously, though– fuck sand. He curls the fingers of one metal hand, the sound of firing servos drowned out by the broken-glass staccato of sand grinding in machinery. The landing might've spared him the ocean, but it put him in this sandy-aug hell. Something else he's just going to have to deal with later.

But for the moment: onward to adventure.]

[psychadrellic]

[The sound of grit in machinery is much quieter from Thane's perspective, seeing as he's not the one attached to the machinery in question, but still audible nonetheless. One small biotic amp can't even begin to compare to the elaborate cybernetics that make up all of Jensen's limbs and - Thane suspects - quite a bit of his torso, too, but he understands the other's aversion all too easily.]

I don't blame you in the least.

[The underbrush is heavy and thick, and for a moment he thinks he may have to backtrack to choose a different entry point, but after pushing aside several large palm-like leaves, the undergrowth thins out a bit into something that looks reasonably passable.

He pauses in his forward progress to politely hold the giant leaves aside so that Jensen can pass through, too.]

Would I be correct in guessing you've spent most of your life in cities?

[It'd make the most sense, given what Adam has told him previously about his profession.