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[Seventeen has arrived a couple days ago. The wings agonized him the first two days. During the remaining days, he has learned some critical information about the world of Luceti and read some network posts on his downtime. Anyone can catch this black hair cyborg around the Heart apartments, coming and going as he pleased. If the hair didn't caught your attention, probably the orange bandanna will.

Anyone can catch this cyborg in other places as well like the shopping district just waiting for someone to fishing shopping. You think she had enough. Have you seen this girl's closets? The Battle Dome either observing other fighters or warming up. Finally, the hot spring, just because.

Seventeen doesn't visit the Battle Dome regularly. If anything, something to kill his boredom time. If anyone caught his attention, he doesn't mind the idea of a challenging game. He isn't looking for easy wins. If no one, he'd be occupying a room. Each round the numbers of computer-generated minions would rise little by little just for the thrill of his own challenge.

In all, despite the idea of someone or something controlling him again, the place isn't too bad. Free stuff and home, can't beat that. But there is something missing, oh yes something very important....]

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[Now it was time for Seventeen to finally post something. Yes, he takes a moment before he says something. One idea nags his mind. Where are all the cars? Come on people. Seventeen rests his cheek on top of his palm.]

What happened to all the cars?

[Like there was any cars to begin with, good job Seventeen.]

It's disappointing the place can provide everything else except some wheels. [Well, he could fly but still...]

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[Not like it's an issue for him but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to drive.]

I know right? Shows they're not bright. Maybe they expect us to sleds or something.

[Too bad he can't sit on a sled AND pull himself at the same time. Maybe he should invest in snowshoes, if some are available. Hell, he has only seen them in cartoons and as far as he can tell they just look like tennis racquets strapped to one's feet. He wonders for a moment if actual tennis racquets would work but the thought of making a fool of himself testing out the theory shuts down that idea fast.]

They're scientists, right? Maybe they're keeping all that high-tech stuff for themselves.

[But Marty, it's fun to try out new things, even if it's from a cartoon show. As for the high-tech stuff, Seventeen has an idea why. He had his share with weird scientist and all.]

Of course they are.

[A shame Doc isn't around, Seventeen, because you could clearly use some more weird old scientists in your life.

Hands stuffed into his vest, he shrugs a little.]

So, what're you gonna do? [There's no trace of mockery in his voice. Really, he's curious as to whether anyone has thought about building a vehicle around here from scraps and mission-bought stuff. If there was anyone who could pull it off, it'd be Doc, but--.]

[Hm, good question. Seventeen looked up to the ceiling for a moment, then back down to the journal. He quirked a smile.]

What else do you do when you're in a new environment?

[Yes Marty, pop quiz.]

[Christ, and he forgot to study. STORY OF HIS LIFE. He's silent for a beat, wondering if this is a trick question and if there's actually a right answer - or one more right than the others.]

I dunno... [Frowning thoughtfully, he adds:] See what's around, find out what people do for fun...?

[See? That wasn't so hard. There was actually a thoughtful smile.]

Exactly. Might as well see what they have to offer. Interested? [Do you dare to brave the unknown?]

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[A brief, considering pause. He really doesn't have anything to do, though, and is going a little nuts without his usual avenues of entertainment.] Uh, sure. What do you have in mind? If you like video games at all, I heard they've got some stuff over at the rec center.

[Video games, he hasn't tried those yet. It wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.]

That's fine. There's also cars simulations at the battle dome from what I've been told. [Just in case if that sparked his interest.]

You know, if we can figure out how to work that panel, maybe we could race each other.

[A little bit of virtual fun never hurt anybody.]

How hard can it be?

[Probably not best to trust Seventeen with the panel at the moment. He might some extras. Definitely, a race.]

We'll find out when we get there.

[Aka: 'I'll meet you there' and signs out. To action?]

[The abrupt end of the feed leaves him with his mouth open and on the verge of asking a question along the lines of, 'wait, when--?'. He didn't expect Seventeen to want to meet Right Now, or at least, that's the impression he gets out of it. But, having nothing better to do, he finds himself shrugging off the inconvenience and throwing on his vest over his denim jacket, braving the snow.

He's at the dome within ten minutes with help of the map, eyelashes frozen, face flushed, and a little short on breath as if he ran the whole way. Or been chased by another territorial deer. Hugging himself lightly with his hands tucked into his armpits, he has a look around for Seventeen, taking stock of his surroundings with no small measure of curiosity.]

[Marty would see Seventeen sometime later coming inside. The cold didn't bother him even with his default outfit. A couple snowflakes hung on his dark hair. Hands tucked in his pockets, Seventeen strolled up to the unexpected teen.

If this guy couldn't help Seventeen enjoy his time, he would leave.]

Good. You made it.

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Oh-- hey!

[He wheels around at the familiar voice, letting his hands drop. But they soon stuff themselves into the pockets of his jeans.]

...Y'know, I don't think you ever told me your name.

It's Seventeen.

[He mirrored Marty the same, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He waited to expect Marty to respond.]

Seventeen... [He repeats with this, 'Nah, really? Get out of town' look on his face before his eyebrows bob in the equivalent of a shrug. Okay, he'll go with that. There're stranger things in Luceti anyway.]

I'm Martin; Martin McFly, but everybody calls me Marty. [He clears his throat and motions to the waiting control panel not currently in use.] So, ready to give it a spin?

[At least someone out there has that same thought. Obviously he didn't care, calm deadpan look here. Yep, quite serious and true.]

['Marty'... Seventeen's lip slightly lifted followed with a shrug.] It's something better to do. [He walked to one of the councils to one room and waited for Marty. Seventeen never worked with one of them before, but he didn't mind tinkering with it.] I suppose we start off here first.