![]() *frowning lightly, she limps over to give it a closer look. Instead it's floating all by itself, slowly drifting sideways away from the watching hedgehog.* *it's an Extreme Gear, but there's no rider. The city has other things to say about that, and her ears perk as she spots something odd meandering down the pavement* Looking for pizza, perhaps, or just bored- either way that's not going to last. *a city street somewhere, the video focusing on an aimlessly wandering git. *as if in response, the brick-like machine starts making the familiar discordant beeps and shrieks of a dial-up connection.* And there even appears to be a floppy disc drive.* Snaking off across the floor to who knows where. *the hotel-issued machines are normally sleek enough, but suddenly hers looks a little. As she moves to put the bottle down, though, she catches sight of the laptop, blinks, and nearly drops the sauce bottle altogether.* *wrinkling her nose, she grabs the sauce bottle and squirts an obscene amount over the pizza. *Looks like some security camera footage from the hotel cafeteria! Sonic is slouched at one of the tables, with three things in front of her: her laptop, about three quarters of a pizza and a bottle of hot sauce. ![]() before slowly toppling sideways off the chair and out of sight. There's the briefest flicker of something behind the green of her eyes, but they've gone glassy now, devoid of any expression.* Then, as if a switch has been flicked, she goes utterly still. *there's a little shudder that passes through her. Just in time for the clock to tick over from 23.59 to 00.00.* *she looks back up at the screen with a glare, trying to spot if the hotel's been messing about with the laptop. 'Remember to turn your computer off before.' oh c'mon, this place had better not have downgraded my shit again. After a moment whatever it is pulls free and she holds the object up to examine it. *she reaches for the screen, the picture wobbling as she picks at something stuck to the laptop's casing. *.and stops, headtilting at it with a puzzled little frown* She pauses to yawn, widely, before looking back at the screen* The view is from the laptop's camera as the resident git boredly clicks around the network. *it's minutes before midnight on December 31st. Get outta there before you bring the place down on both of us." "Ever hear of infrared, dude? I know you're in there. But when there's only suspicious silence, she huffs in irritation as she and the metal hulk turn to stare at the same spot, their eyes brightening in an eerily synchronised pulse. Both robot and hedgehog freeze and look up in unison, expecting a roof collapse. Might be some decent bits." She doesn't so much as point in the right direction the robot seems to know exactly where to go without any prompting as it bends to dig at the rubble with clawed hands.Ī clatter of falling debris. The shape, though, is still distinctly hedgehog-like. A hulking armoured shape, its movements are as ponderous as hers are agile and it's been clearly repaired, modified and added to over years with a patchwork of whatever scrap was to hand. Its spiked head brushes the broken concrete forming the 'ceiling', dislodging small bits of rubble as it goes. The robot shoulders aside dangling cables as it trudges up to her, servos in its leg joints whirring loudly. ![]() "SO slow," she grumbles under her breath as she waits for her companion to catch up. There's movement in the dimness behind her, a matching pair of green eyes shining out and heavy metallic footsteps coming closer. IF I can get 'em before it all comes down." A silent foot-tap. "Looks like there's some decent odds and sods in here. The hedgehog flashes a grim smirk and looks over her shoulder impatiently. Perhaps a risk-taker, then, rather than one acting out of desperation. Otherwise she looks in remarkably good shape for a scavenger. Perhaps it's the gloom and dust, but her colouring seems washed out- almost monochrome- apart from eyes that burn an unnervingly bright green. A hedgehog, with an undercut mohawk of quills adorned with a broad white streak. There's a flicker of movement as a small figure flits from one patch of debris to the next, their movements quick and agile and somehow light enough to not make a sound.Īfter a while she pauses, straightening with a glance around. ![]() In one such place a huge artifical cavern of concrete and twisted girders has been formed where one skyscraper has toppled against another. The safest areas long since scraped clean, the best pickings are to be found in places that are teetering towards collapse- potential death traps avoided by all but the most desperate- or reckless- of scrappers. So long as they are willing to take a few risks, that is. The ruined city is vast and, for the enterprising scavenger, full of salvage that would fetch a good price at the markets. ![]()
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