Cigarette 1 / Welcome to Badfic Isle [In Person]
[The dark haired doctor emerges from his tent, looking utterly bewildered about his predicament. He's not wearing his usual attire of a shirt, waistcoat and smart trousers. Instead he's just sat there with his swim shorts and his flippy floppies (/shot). Though the weather doesn't look exactly like it'll remain frabjous, despite the blazing heat he can feel hitting his skin. He glances to the sky and sees storm clouds over on the horizon. Sorry Hari sweety, you don't get as much fun in the sun everyone else did.]
...What the..
[Deciding not to state the obvious out loud, wanting to keep any dignity intact, he concludes that this very much isn't the Lake house. Nor could this be one of Ayame or Shigure's plans...it's far too bizzare even for them. --...Well at least someone's given him the courtesy of keeping his cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it because lord knows he could do with one right now.]
Hello? Anyone?
[OOC: Wimmen, don't take it personally if Hatori seems very distant, he just doesn't want to turn into a seahorse in front of anyone.]
...What the..
[Deciding not to state the obvious out loud, wanting to keep any dignity intact, he concludes that this very much isn't the Lake house. Nor could this be one of Ayame or Shigure's plans...it's far too bizzare even for them. --...Well at least someone's given him the courtesy of keeping his cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it because lord knows he could do with one right now.]
Hello? Anyone?
[OOC: Wimmen, don't take it personally if Hatori seems very distant, he just doesn't want to turn into a seahorse in front of anyone.]