Wrong place, wrong time. Probably.

Well, that's what you thought, anyway, y'know, after you were hit in the head with a... really cool.. sled-looking thing. By a human. In the Flora.

... Why is there a human in Oasis Flora?

No time to think about it, god your head hurts...

Oasis Flora, the farming district, of sorts. Troy, Blink, and Runt talk amongst themselves as they walk along the path through the town, taking in the beautiful foliage as they search for their next step in finding the Inventor. However, the three are really only here to find a mushroom. It's the last ingredient they need in order to finish an invention left behind during the Inventor's scramble from home; the mushroom that resides in the agricultural town. They had just come back from what seemed to be the Inventor's workshop, before accidentally burning it down once they had raided the place. Well, Runt raiding the place. The rat girl couldn't help herself; the inventions were all so awesome.

"D-Do you think-" Troy stammers mid-sentence, freezing. His eyes flicker over to you, a passerby just a few feet away. You definitely heard that... "Oh, that's embarrassing..." He mutters, sighing, "I'm sorry, there's no other way..."

And suddenly, a vicious clang rings out across the Flora, followed by every one of its inhabitants looking over, their eyes wide. Townsfolk peek through their windows, others dropping their farming tools in astonishment as they witness the assault. You slowly crumble to the ground, clutching your head with a groan. It didn't knock you out by any means, like it was probably supposed to, but god damn that hurt. Your trowel plummets atop the mossy earth below you, finely crafted out of some metal scrap resembling the odd toboggan the blond had hit you with.

"Troy!" Blink and Runt yell out in unison, Runt's hand clasped over her mouth to hide her shock. "Dude!" "I had to make sure they didn't hear me stutter, man! That's embarrassing as fuck!" Troy tried to argue, cradling his steamsled to his chest. He anxiously ran a free hand through hair, staring down at your prone form.