OoC: Oh! It's my first time too! Wow! In a long time, anyway... You'll be subject to Lamar tonight, friends.

BiC: The air was close that night in the shady forest. Lamar tiredly paced through the trees and over the damp ferns, barely half-aware of his surroundings. He'd forgotten why he was here, despite being tendered several possible explanations by a bevy of personalities. An idealist mind had probably seized control and taken flight to a primitive world to stir something up in the otherwise bland and direction-less life that was being trapped in Lamar's brain. By a vast majority, the collective had decided to follow up on this pipe-dream and find adventure on this world.

The rogue idealist had chosen a good place for it, it seemed. Using his microbot armada to infrared sweep the wood, Lamar was aware of a gathering of sorts near a lake, not too far away. As he silently drew closer to the group of what looked like humans, his microbots picked out more details. There were at least a dozen men around a fire, many of them armed. They looked quite jovial - not a threat. However, there was a strange energy emanating from several of the men, the kind displayed by magical folk. Lamar thought it best to keep his distance, at least for the time being. He leaned against an oak and let out a sigh of weariness.

He almost cried out in shock when he sensed the barrier go up. Not even his collective thought had anticipated the group to display that level of energistic control. They decided on a suitable expression to reflect their surprise. Too bad no-one could see it. Lamar was sure they couldn't see him, so he ordered his microbots to search the surrounding area again for any reason for the energy barrier. They found a dark figure approaching the group from the far side, obviously unaware of the shield. His mind readings indicated he was a man of purpose, with high brain activity and an athlete's physique. Lamar dearly wanted to learn more about the stranger, but at that moment his microbots ran out of energy and fell to the ground, dead. He showed a frown of annoyance, but he could have new ones built within ten minutes. He strained his eyes past the group to watch what could be an entertaining event.