01 - [action] ~ [backdated to July 18, mid-morning]
[Pommy's snoozing on the couch inside the living room of apartment #2 of Community House Building #4 -- not that he knows that. He still thinks he's in Bomberman's apartment back on Bomber Star.
But sounds start to filter into his sensitive ears: strange, unfamiliar voices and noises that ping his Pommysense...whatever that is. Slowly, Pommy wakes, blinking blearily. He pushes himself up on his front paws and looks around, perplexed.]
M-myu? This isn't where Pommy fell asleep! Where is Pommy?
[Pause.]
Bomberman? Where are you? What's going on?
[He suddenly winces as he realizes there's a nagging pain on his back.]
Oww! Why does Pommy hurt? Did Pommy sleep weird?
[Nope. Disturbingly, it feels like there's something attached to him. Pommy gets to his feet and spins in circles, trying desperately to see what it is, but to no avail. He huffs and decides that the best way to solve this problem, as always, is to dump it on Bomberman -- if he can find the guy, that is, because Pommy can't hear him. He peers inside the open doors of the three bedrooms and the bathroom for any sign of his friend, to no avail. Pommy whimpers.]
Where did Bomberman go? Pommy doesn't recognize this place at all! How could Bomberman leave Pommy in a place like this? And why is Pommy even here in the first place?
[Pommy spots the door leading out to the hallway, and waddles over to it, completely overlooking the journal lying on an end table near the couch where he'd been sleeping. He glances up and lets out another whimper: Pommy's only twelve inches tall, so he can't reach the doorknob at all. So he settles for pounding on the wood with his tiny pink fists and shouting as loud as he can.]
HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? CAN SOMEBODY HELP POMMY?!
((OOC: Yes, folks, somebody let this poor thing out and explain to him what's going on. And maybe feed him.))
But sounds start to filter into his sensitive ears: strange, unfamiliar voices and noises that ping his Pommysense...whatever that is. Slowly, Pommy wakes, blinking blearily. He pushes himself up on his front paws and looks around, perplexed.]
M-myu? This isn't where Pommy fell asleep! Where is Pommy?
[Pause.]
Bomberman? Where are you? What's going on?
[He suddenly winces as he realizes there's a nagging pain on his back.]
Oww! Why does Pommy hurt? Did Pommy sleep weird?
[Nope. Disturbingly, it feels like there's something attached to him. Pommy gets to his feet and spins in circles, trying desperately to see what it is, but to no avail. He huffs and decides that the best way to solve this problem, as always, is to dump it on Bomberman -- if he can find the guy, that is, because Pommy can't hear him. He peers inside the open doors of the three bedrooms and the bathroom for any sign of his friend, to no avail. Pommy whimpers.]
Where did Bomberman go? Pommy doesn't recognize this place at all! How could Bomberman leave Pommy in a place like this? And why is Pommy even here in the first place?
[Pommy spots the door leading out to the hallway, and waddles over to it, completely overlooking the journal lying on an end table near the couch where he'd been sleeping. He glances up and lets out another whimper: Pommy's only twelve inches tall, so he can't reach the doorknob at all. So he settles for pounding on the wood with his tiny pink fists and shouting as loud as he can.]
HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? CAN SOMEBODY HELP POMMY?!
((OOC: Yes, folks, somebody let this poor thing out and explain to him what's going on. And maybe feed him.))