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Jul. 7th, 2020 06:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
configuration_birdwatcherBastion still hasn't left the Bar grounds since before Cubefall, but they're beginning to feel like they've spent too much time here and not enough time living in their world. Which is why, when they come downstairs for birdseed, after Ganymede's had his meal they give their backpack to Bar for storage and take hold of the handle to their Door.
It sticks in the frame. They give it a few yanks and make a frustrated noise, but it's not moving. The door didn't shift a millimeter when they applied more force to it, although the handle turned freely and rattled around a little. It gives the impression that the door and doorframe have become a single solid unit rather than being locked or jammed, suggesting that Bar doesn't agree that it's time for them to leave.
Well, now what? They've heard of being Bound, but they're unsure what course of action if any is recommended as a response to it. Perhaps Bar would like their company in the same room as her primary architecture and not just the same building? Bastion whistles a request to have the backpack back and goes to sit down in one of the reinforced armchairs nearest a power outlet, where they can plug themself in and continue using a borrowed datapad to practice with a Binary language-learning application from Cassian's galaxy. (They appreciate its stylised convor mascot.)
It sticks in the frame. They give it a few yanks and make a frustrated noise, but it's not moving. The door didn't shift a millimeter when they applied more force to it, although the handle turned freely and rattled around a little. It gives the impression that the door and doorframe have become a single solid unit rather than being locked or jammed, suggesting that Bar doesn't agree that it's time for them to leave.
Well, now what? They've heard of being Bound, but they're unsure what course of action if any is recommended as a response to it. Perhaps Bar would like their company in the same room as her primary architecture and not just the same building? Bastion whistles a request to have the backpack back and goes to sit down in one of the reinforced armchairs nearest a power outlet, where they can plug themself in and continue using a borrowed datapad to practice with a Binary language-learning application from Cassian's galaxy. (They appreciate its stylised convor mascot.)
