Snippet #2692821

With Sherazad warning, Corvo took a moment to grip the arms of his floating chair for a moment as she prepared to give them a boost. Afterwards, Corvo could see little of anything as the hairless man was propelled forward along a very flat open plain at a sudden ramping velocity. He could feel his face tighten for a moment as he gripped the arms before finally the sudden force slowed down to a halt just at the border of the tourist ranch property.

He wheezed out a big cloud of dust out of his lungs for a moment. Er those fields were particularly dry for the lack of rainfall these last couple of days. Wiping the bits of dust and dirt off his face. “Th-That was thrilling!” The older man had to confess. It was like being on a roller-coaster! Heh! He had to take a moment to register what she was asking. What? “Oh! Yes! Yes it is!” Corvo expressed in a little bit of a quibble.

He floated over to the fence door opening it up and inviting Sherazad into the yard. Who knows? Maybe the owners will be angry at him and kick him off and send him back to the city. He had honestly did not like it here and he had hoped that he would have. “Do come in.” He expressed floating across the yard still spitting out dirt and bits of field and maybe a bug or to. Gross.

There was a ramp built to make the interface of the chair run more smoothly. Even as it floated off surfaces stair were always a hassle as the computer on the disc chair needed a moment to register all the changing contours. Ramps were so much easier. The door was open, the insides were AC revealing a very quant little household environment inside, the influences were obviously Asian which might be confusing seeing that the guy in the chair despite all his ambiguous features was a big fat gringo.

It had all the modern amenities with included a regular modern day kitchen, by no means some sort of future kitchen like the young woman might imagine. “I’m vacationing.” He explained very briefly. Just a tourist really.