Something unsettled works its way down his struts, coiling in his tanks. He doesn't like this. Even when the Porter acted up and threw uncanny scenarios in their way, their possessions had remained. And she was right: it was winter, or at least, his chrono told him it was supposed to be. Any place that grew corn this expansively should have been buried in snow at this time of year.
In fact the only time he'd ever found himself in a different month was when...
... he'd been Ported through that first time, when he became an imPort.
The repair algorithm he'd set to reconnect to the government satellite responsible for the imPort network blinks up its result on his HUD: Error: Connection not found. Suspected Cause: Satellite not present.
"There's a house," Knock Out says tersely, lifting an arm to point in the direction for Rogue's benefit; the corn stood taller than she. He'll lead, pedes pressing flat a path for her to follow. Green stalks brush past him, getting caught in the seams of his armor.
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In fact the only time he'd ever found himself in a different month was when...
... he'd been Ported through that first time, when he became an imPort.
The repair algorithm he'd set to reconnect to the government satellite responsible for the imPort network blinks up its result on his HUD: Error: Connection not found. Suspected Cause: Satellite not present.
"There's a house," Knock Out says tersely, lifting an arm to point in the direction for Rogue's benefit; the corn stood taller than she. He'll lead, pedes pressing flat a path for her to follow. Green stalks brush past him, getting caught in the seams of his armor.
"Perhaps we can get some more information there."