(1) ARRIVAL Sand is unexpected. The desert had been left behind. It should have been forest floor, at worst. A blanket, or a sleeping pad. Or even the driver's seat. It's strange, how chill things feel as well. As if there isn't even clothing -
Oh.
Well. There isn't. There's sand. The sea. Scattered bits of shell and stone. The overwhelming smell of fish and salt. Figures in white roaming up and down the sand. And... a very naked young man suddenly realizing the indecency of the moment and drawing his knees immediately to his chest. One hand flies up to his ear, only relaxing when the metal cuffs there meet his fingers.
Eventually, and with many murmured apologies, he'll allow himself to be ushered by the Wakers, or one of the other Sleepers, to one of the fires, accepting the robes. For the most part, he's fairly quiet, offering up the token question here and there. Once feeling returns to his legs, however -
"Please excuse me." With a plastered-on smile, he'll exit the space. There are other fires to investigate, after all. And maybe the others to find?
(2) CRAB... BATTLE? "That is rather large for a crustacean."
Alarmingly so, even. While lost in a new city, why not pitch in and help with the locals? Catch fish, mend nets. Extremely doable! Mending especially is nothing new - just different knots, different material, than usual. Gathering shellfish was supposed to be simpler.
Emphasis on 'supposed to'.
Then the crab appeared. It would probably be overkill to blast it away - probably. Maybe if he shoos it off? Crabs are skittish, aren't they? Even when they're enormous.
"Go on. Back to the sea with you!"
Yeah that'll work.
(3) IN THE BACKROOM(s) "Are you all right?"
You've fallen. And there's a man leaning over you, looking genuinely concerned. Where the hell are you - But, yes, of course, that's the important question here, not where exactly this musty, slightly damp place is. Not how you got here.
The man seems unconcerned by the surroundings, for the moment. Seems. "You landed quite hard a moment ago. Is anything hurt?"
(( ooc: please excuse the dust, haven't busted out this account in a long time! canonpoint is end of Reload, for the moment. ))
cho hakkai | saiyuki | paleblood(?)
Sand is unexpected. The desert had been left behind. It should have been forest floor, at worst. A blanket, or a sleeping pad. Or even the driver's seat. It's strange, how chill things feel as well. As if there isn't even clothing -
Oh.
Well. There isn't. There's sand. The sea. Scattered bits of shell and stone. The overwhelming smell of fish and salt. Figures in white roaming up and down the sand. And... a very naked young man suddenly realizing the indecency of the moment and drawing his knees immediately to his chest. One hand flies up to his ear, only relaxing when the metal cuffs there meet his fingers.
Eventually, and with many murmured apologies, he'll allow himself to be ushered by the Wakers, or one of the other Sleepers, to one of the fires, accepting the robes. For the most part, he's fairly quiet, offering up the token question here and there. Once feeling returns to his legs, however -
"Please excuse me." With a plastered-on smile, he'll exit the space. There are other fires to investigate, after all. And maybe the others to find?
(2) CRAB... BATTLE?
"That is rather large for a crustacean."
Alarmingly so, even. While lost in a new city, why not pitch in and help with the locals? Catch fish, mend nets. Extremely doable! Mending especially is nothing new - just different knots, different material, than usual. Gathering shellfish was supposed to be simpler.
Emphasis on 'supposed to'.
Then the crab appeared. It would probably be overkill to blast it away - probably. Maybe if he shoos it off? Crabs are skittish, aren't they? Even when they're enormous.
"Go on. Back to the sea with you!"
Yeah that'll work.
(3) IN THE BACKROOM(s)
"Are you all right?"
You've fallen. And there's a man leaning over you, looking genuinely concerned. Where the hell are you - But, yes, of course, that's the important question here, not where exactly this musty, slightly damp place is. Not how you got here.
The man seems unconcerned by the surroundings, for the moment. Seems. "You landed quite hard a moment ago. Is anything hurt?"
(( ooc: please excuse the dust, haven't busted out this account in a long time! canonpoint is end of Reload, for the moment. ))