Dinah and Diana
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyThe nearly-noon Wasteland sun beats down from overhead as Ellen holds her door open. "We're not far from our destination," Ellen says almost apologetically. "This is the closest I could get the door- I don't like making people walk, there's always something out there that wants to cause trouble. There's a homing beacon from the ship in a crater just over that hill ahead. We'll be activating its signal to get Elliott or Sally's attention. Elliott's not comfortable with changing the ship's course or speed, but the ship should be in signal range in a few minutes."
The barren landscape rolls away in every direction, interrupted in the distance by the outline of some kind of power plant or something of that nature. Otherwise, the whole place is sparse, even the passage here- a wooden frame hammered into the stony soil, a red-brown door hanging by ancient hinges. Somewhere an insect is buzzing, and overhead a few birds circle, but for the most part this bit of the Wasteland is quiet today.
The barren landscape rolls away in every direction, interrupted in the distance by the outline of some kind of power plant or something of that nature. Otherwise, the whole place is sparse, even the passage here- a wooden frame hammered into the stony soil, a red-brown door hanging by ancient hinges. Somewhere an insect is buzzing, and overhead a few birds circle, but for the most part this bit of the Wasteland is quiet today.