Old friends, winter companions
Feb. 19th, 2007 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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dizzy_landSkaffen-Amtiskaw's project of mapping all the features of Disneyland had taken it into New Orleans Square, where it spent several enjoyable hours examining the Pirates of the Caribbean. Slicing one of the animatronic Jack Sparrows into pieces to examine the workings had been especially diverting, and would have been even more so had not the park's usual methods (the drone still refused to even think the word "magic") put the blasted thing back together again.
It moved on, drifting high above the street, scanning idly as it went. Outside the balcony of the Disney Gallery, it pulled up short -- aha, so this was where the bounty hunter lived. And where he had clearly put up quite a lot in the way of high-tech defences.
The drone drifted closer to the windows, wondering if the man was home. It wasn't looking for a fight, really -- and after the last humiliating incident, it knew better anyway. Mostly, it wanted entertainment, and it was reasonably sure that the bounty hunter could be counted on for exactly that, one way or the other.
It moved on, drifting high above the street, scanning idly as it went. Outside the balcony of the Disney Gallery, it pulled up short -- aha, so this was where the bounty hunter lived. And where he had clearly put up quite a lot in the way of high-tech defences.
The drone drifted closer to the windows, wondering if the man was home. It wasn't looking for a fight, really -- and after the last humiliating incident, it knew better anyway. Mostly, it wanted entertainment, and it was reasonably sure that the bounty hunter could be counted on for exactly that, one way or the other.
