The Deck, Saturday Morning

[not_of_the_nora]

The weather had gotten drearier over the past few weeks, and that suited Aloy just fine. Too much sunshine wasn't good for the land - regardless of what the people of this time did to keep the food and drinks flowing freely.

No, a rainy morning was fine. She'd been tinkering on something that might be a step towards plugging herself into the portal system for a while now. She took the device, a mess of wires and two skillfully autopsied phones, and sat down with it on the porch.

Her Focus was on, showing her a multitude of facts about the device she was working on, and helping her block out the world.

Tinker, tinker...

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[not_of_the_nora]

"Maybe," Aloy said. She shrugged faintly. "But that's me. What's your story?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Went to pick up an ancient relic in a tomb," Vette, sighed, annoyed. "A flash of light and some fancy lightning later, and I'm sitting in a Portalocity terminal, surrounded by glitter and balloons. I haven't been able to contact home ever since."

[not_of_the_nora]

"Anybody waiting for you back there?" Aloy asked. "My mentor Rost... he has to be worried sick."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I've got friends back there," Vette sighed. "Taunt, Flash, and Plasmajack. We had each others' backs, you know? And I can't even tell them that I'm safe, just stuck."

She frowned down at her phone.

"I'm sorry you were separated from your mentor," she added.

[not_of_the_nora]

Aloy shrugged, but it wasn't a convincing shrug. "He'll live," she said. "I'm sorry about your friends."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette's shrug was not all that different, really.

"They'll live," she replied. "People don't come home all the time. They're probably used to it."