[LOC] Fluid Redistribution Station #365794

[Wizardy Herbert]

The rest of the FDS was nice, but you know you can never beat the most important fluid: water.

Adamaz found a good spot to sit. And so he sat, for a good while, listening to the noisy clanging and churning. His mind calmed as he began to meditate.

The meditation turned into a nap, and Papa Roach eventually shook him awake. Rubbing his eyes, he rose and got moving. Adamaz was slightly embarrassed. No one else can find out that he naps sometimes when he meditates.

No one.

Point Total: 65  

[Wizardy Herbert]

The main chamber was an interesting place, as it was one of the only places outside of the tours where Adamaz saw other trolls.

By other trolls, he meant the portraits and the occasional drone/worker. Usually just the portraits. There was a portrait there of the new employee of the bilunar perigee. Looks like the lady tour guide did it again. Congrats, lady tour guide. Adamaz gave the portrait a thumbs up.

Point Total: 68  

[Wizardy Herbert]

It was about time for Adamaz to try playing his harmonica again.

He found a better spot this time, definitely away from wandering ears. However, before he began to play, he realized that his time in the redistribution station... may have made him a hoodlum. A hoodlum. A typical lowblood, mucking up the works of the perfect machine of Alternian industry. Something to be cleaned out.

Adamaz sat on the floor of the FRS and mused, his silent harmonica to his lips. Thinking about his caste was not something he did very often. He kept to himself, so it was an easy thing to ignore. But at times like this when his image as a smelly, ragged lowblood glared back at him... ignoring it was anything but easy. He took the battered harmonica from his mouth and looked at it. He turned it over in his hands. He looked at the smudges his fingers left on it, the spots of rust on the side that he hadn't been able to remove, and the chips in the case that removed any kind of branding. He thought of when he had once taken it apart, and how the parts within were clean and new. He thought of the sound it made, shrill and clear.

He brought the harmonica to his mouth, and Adamaz played.  

[Wizardy Herbert]

As Adamaz played his song, a tour began to walk by. The music was out of place among the noisy pipes and machinery. He dimly wondered if they went this way to hear what was making the noise; deep down, he didn't care.

The tour guide (the male this time) recognized Adamaz, and gave him an odd look. He seemed conflicted about trying to remove Adamaz from the premises. In the end, he decided to leave him be. He shuffled the tour along, some of them craning their next to get a look at the young, hiveless-looking troll in the corner who was playing a strange song without a care in the world.  

[Wizardy Herbert]

After a time, he stopped, his lips sore from playing. The redistribution station seemed quiet without his tune. The pipes churned as if lonely.

Adamaz got up, and made his way out through the pipes. He saw what looked like a security guard shuffling about nearby, likely looking for the hoodlum playing that damned harmonica. Adamaz hid until the guard he passed. He took a detour out through the main hall to avoid the search.

The main hall seemed empty too. Quieter than the water distribution wing, obviously, but more expectant. Maybe he'd play here sometime, too.

Point Total: 76  

[Wizardy Herbert]

It had been a little while since Adamaz last wandered the Fluid Redistribution Station. It seemed different to him now, a little more homely, as though playing his harmonica there had made it more of a comfortable place to him than it already was.

Whole walking through the pipes, he saw that there were gauges showing how much pressure each pipe had. He went from pipe to pipe, checking the pressure of each one of them. You never know when something new and exciting will pop out at you at the Fluid Redistribution station. Never.

Point Total: 77  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Adamaz heard a splash. Dang! He stepped in another puddle. He was lucky he was in the water distribution station.

He frowned at the puddle. Now here was a fine example of improperly redistributed fluid. He wondered if someone lost pay over this. At the very least, someone lost a little bit of water.  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Oh wow! There was a new tour guide! Adamaz decided to follow them around and see how they held up to the others.

Hmmm... a little nervous, obviously. It was hard to tell whether or not they were nervous talking to crowds (as small as the tour crowd was), or whether they just didn't know their lines that well. Overall, they were okay; their eagerness carried the performance. Adamaz was eager to see how they did.

He didn't know what he was going to do with THIS free water bottle, but he felt weird refusing it from someone that didn't know him. Hmm...  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Adamaz went to the main hall for a good look around.

A security guard spotted him. Adamaz waved. The guard paused, and waved back. He pulled out a tablet and began to fiddle with it. Either he was playing an app game or Adamaz was about to be arrested.

An hour later, Adamaz left.

Point Total: 85  

[Wizardy Herbert]

A different guard was there. Adamaz waved at this one, but he didn't wave back. He scowled instead.

Adamaz walked to a favorite hiding place and hung out there for a while. It was a good thing he brought some reading material this time. He pulled it out and started reading one of his records on the supernatural.

Point Total: 88  

[Micillia]

Chiara had heard there was something going on in Chittentown and managed to fallow a few other trolls to this weird factory. It was a little disappointing at first, why would anyone bother coming here in the first place?

Yep, just what she was expecting, a boring old factory. Why were kids coming here in the first place? Time to hunt some information.

(LFG)  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Welcome to the FRS. What wonders await. Chiara x Adamaz x anyone else that wants to show up to the party of the century

Adamaz went to the FRS, basically on instinct by this point. He'd been there so often (a mere biweekly on the rare occasion) that it was second nature to walk the path to the factory.

And not once, in all his time sneaking in, did he see someone else sneaking around too.

As he was wiggling his way through the hole in the fence, he saw a young troll, very clearly a blueblood color of her shirt, symbol and boots, tromping around the FRS fence.

Adamaz froze, multiple feelings rushing through is head at once. He had never thought in a million sweeps that anyone would be more than disinterested in a place like the FRS. He loved it, sure, but it was not a social experience. Like the scrapyard hovel, it was a place of solitude. And like the scrapyard hovel, the time had come to share it with another whether he liked it or not.

That aside, he was never very experience at interacting with highbloods. It always seemed easier just to avoid them than deal with them. She'd notice him eventually. Might as well get this over with.

"H'llo."

Point Total: 91  

[Micillia]

Wizardy Herbert

This WILL be the party of the century, even if Chiara has to force it wink

Finally, someone sentient, or so Chiara assumed at first. One could never be all the way sure with first impressions. "Yes, Hello. So ill get right to the point, what is this place? and why am i or you here?" She glared around the drab, empty place. This troll HAD to have a reason for coming here. No one came here by the looks of it. Had Chiara already happened upon some oddball troll? Delightful.  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

An oddball troll indeed.

"It's the Fluid Redistribution Center. It uh... redistributes. Fluids, that is."

Adamaz resisted the urge to contemplate the "why are you or I here" question, as he knew that would lead to him staring off for a time while the blueblood awaited an answer. Bluebloods don't like waiting, he'd heard.

"I come here all the time to get free water bottles, play my harmonica, and think. It's nicer than walking through other places. Mostly because of the water bottles." Adamaz scratched his nose, then finished climbing through the fence-hole. "C'mon. You coming?"

Point Total: 95 (awaiting free roll)  

[Micillia]

Chiara was impressed. Usually the lowblooded trolls got too caught up in this blood color hierarchy shtuff and made a mess of themselves. This guy tho, he knew what to do. Getting right down to the business Chiara quickly fallowed him through the gap in the fence.

"Is that all you like? Harmonica and water bottles?" Chiara huffed, as she jumped down to the other side. "How about adventure, risk, the thrill of getting away with something!" Wasn't that what they were doing now? entering through this hole in the fence was not exactly screaming legal, not that Chiara cared about laws or rules.

Wizardy Herbert