4. [Action]

[rewritethis]

[Out in the Quad on this particular morning, there's a small scaffold poking out of an open patch of grass. The grass was there yesterday. The scaffolding wasn't. Neither are likely to be the first thing a passerby would notice, though - that would probably be the rocket. You know, the one that just shot fifty feet straight up into the air.

It's not long before the little canister sputters out, drops, bounces off the metal frame below and rolls to a halt on the ground, some distance away from the guy who launched it. He looks less than impressed by its performance, although for a minute or two it's hard to tell in between all the violent coughing. Maybe a filter mask would work better than his jacket sleeve...

Anyway, all he can do for now is wait for the canister to cool down, and waiting isn't his favourite way to pass the time. He'd probably welcome a distraction. If the noise or the rocket itself happened to interrupt anybody's day, he's... slightly sorry... but what he doesn't know about can't weigh on his conscience, right?]