Though the rest of Isola Radiale was a far cry from West City, accommodations seemed to be... well... just barely serviceable. 21 had found out that three other strangers would be sharing the space with her, though in recent days, she’d seen not a glimpse of them. Perhaps they, too, were out and about the city, exploring and gathering information. The android made it a point to introduce herself to the people she would be living with at some point... as soon as she actually saw them.
Tonight seemed as good a night as any to give the Golden Ward another look. 21 hoped to find something of interest among the destruction. Maybe she’d be lucky to find an old factory, or a laboratory of some kind. Anything that might give her some sort of insight to this place would have been nice. Anything at all was better than nothing.
As the fates would have it, it didn’t take the android long to find something out of the ordinary. That is to say, her first few steps from her apartment door led to the curious discovery of... plastic wrap. More specifically, plastic wrap stretched across the lower space of her door frame. Plastic wrap that managed, very easily, to trip the unassuming android. 21 let out a shout of surprise before landing on the unforgiving floor with a thud.
What a way to start the night.