registration [Chloe's found the sign, but for now she's hovering around the booth, eavesdropping on those registering. Eventually, though, she starts to flag down passersby as they go into the fair.]
Hey - if you're registered, is there a required number of heroic acts per month or anything? A heroism quota? [Her Australian accented voice drops:] I'd rather ask someone who's been registered for a while. For all I know they might say no just to get me to sign up to rescue people from dropbears.
carnival games [In a carnival, a place of fun, one might not expect as serious an expression as the rueful look Chloe's giving the pellet gun in her hand. Only minutes before she'd ended up at Cape Canaveral, she and Nadine had been meaning to go and get some guns.]
It's a start.
[The beads of her bracelet clink gently as she starts shooting bottles with no real logical order, but fast and accurate. She's used to moving targets a lot further away.]
food booths What is wrong with America...?
[It's under her breath as Chloe stares at fried food stall after fried food stall, each less likely seeming than the next.]
Why would you ruin a good cheesecake like that?
[Did she feel even half this foreign when she and her mother moved from India to Australia? She somewhat doubts it. Chloe retrieves a pink rose gold phone from her back pocket and snaps a photo of the line of stalls.]
Chloe Frazer | Registered | OTA
[Chloe's found the sign, but for now she's hovering around the booth, eavesdropping on those registering. Eventually, though, she starts to flag down passersby as they go into the fair.]
Hey - if you're registered, is there a required number of heroic acts per month or anything? A heroism quota? [Her Australian accented voice drops:] I'd rather ask someone who's been registered for a while. For all I know they might say no just to get me to sign up to rescue people from dropbears.
[In a carnival, a place of fun, one might not expect as serious an expression as the rueful look Chloe's giving the pellet gun in her hand. Only minutes before she'd ended up at Cape Canaveral, she and Nadine had been meaning to go and get some guns.]
It's a start.
[The beads of her bracelet clink gently as she starts shooting bottles with no real logical order, but fast and accurate. She's used to moving targets a lot further away.]
What is wrong with America...?
[It's under her breath as Chloe stares at fried food stall after fried food stall, each less likely seeming than the next.]
Why would you ruin a good cheesecake like that?
[Did she feel even half this foreign when she and her mother moved from India to Australia? She somewhat doubts it. Chloe retrieves a
pinkrose gold phone from her back pocket and snaps a photo of the line of stalls.]