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Arcadia
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Original poster
It was a sunny, warm-yet-cold day. The television that was being viewed flickered, as always. The signals were always suffering from interference, ever since the first solar storm swept across the globe. "-vvt..." stuttered the TV, signals taking a battering as the picture burst into life at a news channel. "Thanks Bob. That was Robert Waterman with the Sport. Now to Tina Nijinsky with the weather." The picture switched from a middle aged, blonde weather woman in a red blazer, papers in hand, to that of a 30s something woman in a sleek, tight black dress. "Thank you Barbara. Folks, today, bring both coats, umbrellas and sunscreen, as all contingencies will be welcomed. Rain and sleet will be coming in from the north east and leaving from the south and west. However, along with it, the sun will bring bouts of 30º heat."
He turned the television off, and stood up. Bran wasn't surprised at the weather forecast. With the change in solar storm patterns, weather had become more and more erratic. They were just lucky to have avoided a natural disaster, such as a tornado or frequent forest fire. Looking around, he sighed. He really needed to fix p his house. The paint white, lackluster, was peeling. His carpets were awash with dust. With his job, he couldn't be bothered to clan it hen he came home, and hiring a maid just seemed stupid. He needed to go to MIT and check the weather patterns, so off he went, grabbing his coat on the way, a torn overcoat of nylon, and walked out of his house, the sky awash with colours of orange, blue and white. It was just another day. Another erratic day.
@Dawn
@Vysivaire
@Effort
@HellHoundWoof
@Pretty Turtle
He turned the television off, and stood up. Bran wasn't surprised at the weather forecast. With the change in solar storm patterns, weather had become more and more erratic. They were just lucky to have avoided a natural disaster, such as a tornado or frequent forest fire. Looking around, he sighed. He really needed to fix p his house. The paint white, lackluster, was peeling. His carpets were awash with dust. With his job, he couldn't be bothered to clan it hen he came home, and hiring a maid just seemed stupid. He needed to go to MIT and check the weather patterns, so off he went, grabbing his coat on the way, a torn overcoat of nylon, and walked out of his house, the sky awash with colours of orange, blue and white. It was just another day. Another erratic day.
@Dawn
@Vysivaire
@Effort
@HellHoundWoof
@Pretty Turtle