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timegirlWordlessly, hesitantly, a young girl is making her way into town. She walks slowly, gazing about her as she does, her fingers brushing and lingering on the leaves of each plant she passes by. Now and again, she looks up at the sky, watching the clouds move and shift the light. Clearly, her surroundings are deeply fascinating to her.
Her clothing is well-worn, darkened with age and abuse; an old-fashioned, plain apron dress hangs down to her calves, sitting atop a dark shirt, the sleeves not quite reaching her elbows. Her laced ankle boots are crafted of an equally weathered brown leather, and she steps gingerly over the stones as she wanders onto paths.
As enthralled as she is, when she isn't marveling at the sky or the plants - taken in by the bright and vibrant living things - she's looking eagerly around at anyone who passes her by. She is clearly looking for someone.
Her clothing is well-worn, darkened with age and abuse; an old-fashioned, plain apron dress hangs down to her calves, sitting atop a dark shirt, the sleeves not quite reaching her elbows. Her laced ankle boots are crafted of an equally weathered brown leather, and she steps gingerly over the stones as she wanders onto paths.
As enthralled as she is, when she isn't marveling at the sky or the plants - taken in by the bright and vibrant living things - she's looking eagerly around at anyone who passes her by. She is clearly looking for someone.
A bard saunters into town...
Oct. 21st, 2012 10:52 pmshiftylyingbardwholiesA bandy legged reddish-brown cat trots into town with his tail held high. He pauses at the edges of it, looking around with a bemused expression on his face. Obviously this is not where Keldar thought he was going. He expected to find Mayberry but this place definitely wasn't Mayberry. He swishes his tail quickly and then after a moment's thought he decides to go in.
It still looked like a town. It still looked like it had an inn. They should have a room for bards. Every inn did.
Admittedly he couldn't do that in a cat shape or any other animal shape, so he gave a stretch and ended back in his human shape. Shaking off the shivers that always happened with a shift he brushed off his coat and adjusted his scarf. After making sure his bard guild pin - a silver pin in the shape of a peacock's tail end - he set off to ask someone where an inn or lodging house was.
It still looked like a town. It still looked like it had an inn. They should have a room for bards. Every inn did.
Admittedly he couldn't do that in a cat shape or any other animal shape, so he gave a stretch and ended back in his human shape. Shaking off the shivers that always happened with a shift he brushed off his coat and adjusted his scarf. After making sure his bard guild pin - a silver pin in the shape of a peacock's tail end - he set off to ask someone where an inn or lodging house was.
treadingwater[Alester is at the Library Pub, trying to convince himself that he enjoys drinking beer because he really would like to be drunk right now and this seems like the kind of thing people drink here. He's in jeans and black converse hi-tops but also a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest because he can't quite get used to t-shirts as a thing and also because vests are a better pace for pocket watches then pants pockets. The reason he would like to be drunk right now is mostly due to a few particularly difficult customers at the bookstore and it's always confusing price list--why would you want to pay in dead butterflies?--but partly homesickness for a time and place that's lost anyway. Boredom, too, but that can be fixed by meeting new people, hopefully.]
[action -- 001]
Sep. 4th, 2012 09:28 pmpantysniffer[Whatever happened, Simon hadn't felt it. But he can see the difference. Hear it. The ground is different. Nathan's voice cuts off abruptly, and when Simon looks up he's alone. His friends aren't here. Wherever he is, it isn't Wertham. It appears to be a town. One he isn't familiar with, if it is indeed real. It could be an illusion. Or perhaps someone's been able to teleport him. Whatever's happened, he's almost certain it's power related. Simon needs to find whoever's responsible, and whatever's happened to his friends.
He lets the Twix wrapper grasped by his litter picker drop, raising it suspiciously as he surveys his surroundings. It isn't much of a weapon, but it's the best he's got. He tries to ignore how much he feels he sticks out in his orange jumpsuit in this strangely picturesque town. He has more important things to focus on, like where he should look first for the culprit.]
He lets the Twix wrapper grasped by his litter picker drop, raising it suspiciously as he surveys his surroundings. It isn't much of a weapon, but it's the best he's got. He tries to ignore how much he feels he sticks out in his orange jumpsuit in this strangely picturesque town. He has more important things to focus on, like where he should look first for the culprit.]
Action/Network - +1 Jolly Green
Sep. 4th, 2012 07:36 amstaysangry[Action]
[Bruce groans and wipes at his eyes. Alright, so waking up in a strange location is not a new experience for him. It fact it is a painfully, annoyingly common experience. All the same, he usually has some inkling towards what set him off in the first place. As far as he can remember, Tony was giving him a lift to the airport and…
Oh god, did Tony crash the car? That idiot, he told him he was being careless. And now look at what happened.
Except his usually cursory look around for damage yields unexpected results. He’s not in a crater of rubble for one thing (or by an idyllic stream and/or waterfall in the woods. The Other Guy tends to favour the one or the other), and for another he’s wearing clothes.
Bruce thinks he holds a healthy distrust of anything acting outside of the ordinary. He thinks he earned that. So it’s with a nervous glance around him that he fishes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up Tony’s number.]
[Network Post]
I woke up in a town square with no idea how I got here. But with pants on, this time. What the hell happened?
[ooc: Yes, Bruce attempted to send a text and it ended up on the internet. It happens. Smartphones are confusing, okay. Open action for around town!]
[Bruce groans and wipes at his eyes. Alright, so waking up in a strange location is not a new experience for him. It fact it is a painfully, annoyingly common experience. All the same, he usually has some inkling towards what set him off in the first place. As far as he can remember, Tony was giving him a lift to the airport and…
Oh god, did Tony crash the car? That idiot, he told him he was being careless. And now look at what happened.
Except his usually cursory look around for damage yields unexpected results. He’s not in a crater of rubble for one thing (or by an idyllic stream and/or waterfall in the woods. The Other Guy tends to favour the one or the other), and for another he’s wearing clothes.
Bruce thinks he holds a healthy distrust of anything acting outside of the ordinary. He thinks he earned that. So it’s with a nervous glance around him that he fishes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up Tony’s number.]
[Network Post]
I woke up in a town square with no idea how I got here. But with pants on, this time. What the hell happened?
[ooc: Yes, Bruce attempted to send a text and it ended up on the internet. It happens. Smartphones are confusing, okay. Open action for around town!]
Boxers vs. Briefs
Jul. 15th, 2012 05:05 pmtreadingwaterAlester's first paycheck mainly went to not getting thrown into the streets, but pretty high up on the list of things he desperately needed was more clothing. While he'd gotten another shirt as one of his earliest Burby purchases he didn't actually have an entire second outfit to wear while the first was being cleaned, which was becoming awkward. Buying clothes, however, presented a problem. It wasn't that he looked out of place, because there barely seemed to be any prevailing fashion, but that he couldn't quite find what he was used to, certainly not at prices he could afford. So he had no idea what sort of thing he should be wearing both in terms of appropriateness and style, which was something of a first. Honestly, he was probably lucky the store sorted things into men's and women's saving him from any obvious disasters.
He ran his hand along racks of clothes, trying to judge his size and wishing he had bought a tape measure because he'd never actually had to buy anything that wasn't tailored before and didn't know his size. There wasn't much of anything that wasn't tailored in Charterre. But then a tape measure is only so much help if you don't actually know the units of measurement or how they correspond to being an "XL" in something, which he was pretty sure he was not. Of course, there were people working there--at least, presumably, he couldn't actually find an employee at the moment--but how exactly do you broach the topic of never having worn either kind of undergarment for sale and how to pick between them, let alone what size. He picked up a package and found himself slightly distracted by the photograph. If anyone had asked he would have claimed it was because photographs were a fascinating novelty and not anything to do with the fact that this one depicted the item being worn.
[ooc: Feel free to respond in action or prose I just happen to be feeling verbose. So very open.]
He ran his hand along racks of clothes, trying to judge his size and wishing he had bought a tape measure because he'd never actually had to buy anything that wasn't tailored before and didn't know his size. There wasn't much of anything that wasn't tailored in Charterre. But then a tape measure is only so much help if you don't actually know the units of measurement or how they correspond to being an "XL" in something, which he was pretty sure he was not. Of course, there were people working there--at least, presumably, he couldn't actually find an employee at the moment--but how exactly do you broach the topic of never having worn either kind of undergarment for sale and how to pick between them, let alone what size. He picked up a package and found himself slightly distracted by the photograph. If anyone had asked he would have claimed it was because photographs were a fascinating novelty and not anything to do with the fact that this one depicted the item being worn.
[ooc: Feel free to respond in action or prose I just happen to be feeling verbose. So very open.]
First Mockingjay ➶ Action
Jul. 7th, 2012 10:22 pmofarrowhead[This place. This wasn't the Twelfth District. It wasn't the Seam. Her heart had nearly stopped when she heard it. The Seventy Fifth Hunger Games and she was going back in. She found herself on the ground, trying to breathe, and it wasn't home.
She stands slowly. What was this? She didn't hear a hovercraft. Did the Capitol take her early? Was this some game? She's on edge in a moment.
She wouldn't ask for help. No, she stood and looked around the town. It looked like one of the places in some of the other districts. Katniss moves slowly, wary of everything and wishing she had her bow with her. Just for safety's sake.
So this is what she would do. Take in this place, find out what the Capitol wanted her.]
ooc: open to finding her creeping.
She stands slowly. What was this? She didn't hear a hovercraft. Did the Capitol take her early? Was this some game? She's on edge in a moment.
She wouldn't ask for help. No, she stood and looked around the town. It looked like one of the places in some of the other districts. Katniss moves slowly, wary of everything and wishing she had her bow with her. Just for safety's sake.
So this is what she would do. Take in this place, find out what the Capitol wanted her.]
ooc: open to finding her creeping.
... Down down down she went
Jul. 1st, 2012 11:13 amwhatshesawthereJust arrived and feeling dizzy?
Mind confused and brain all fizzy?
I'm not surprised you're in a tizzy!
But welcome travelers from worlds of old
You'll find our town a welcome home
And if your wandering bones are cold,
Why not join us down The Rabbit Hole?
[ooc: Welcome everyone to Burby! Upon arrival, your character may see this sign outside of the impressive hotel near the centre square, The Rabbit Hole. To welcome the new guests, the proprietress of this fine establishment has set up an informal tea in the main lobby. Feel free to wander in and mingle amongst the other travelers. Tea, wine, and refreshments provided!]
