[ Should have called the breaker box situation, but he's already slightly off-kilter by virtue of the fact that this is a date, he's on a date, and he should be acting some kind of way, he thinks, but it's been so long that Nate doesn't know how to act and so he takes each subsequently illuminating second in stride. Lights hit the perimeter first, spilling in through the glass panes, followed by flickers of LEDs in vibrant, gradient patterns. Each section switches on with the visible slam of a carnival lighting up for the evening and the projectors rotate, shifting, painting places from another time on the interior walls.
Softly, bordering on reverent: ]
...whoa.
[ Almost immediately Nate pulls away in distraction, a moth to the flame, sucking down virtual tourism as a means of staunching the bleed he's felt since he first arrived in this concrete jungle. A digital archive of a thousand styles and conventions, spread out over a blank canvas.
The sudden urge to explore is overwhelming, and like a kid shown into the candy store he turns sharply for confirmation, looking to Ian with surprise and delight. ]
no subject
Softly, bordering on reverent: ]
...whoa.
[ Almost immediately Nate pulls away in distraction, a moth to the flame, sucking down virtual tourism as a means of staunching the bleed he's felt since he first arrived in this concrete jungle. A digital archive of a thousand styles and conventions, spread out over a blank canvas.
The sudden urge to explore is overwhelming, and like a kid shown into the candy store he turns sharply for confirmation, looking to Ian with surprise and delight. ]
Do we have free rein?