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[ACTION A; for housemates and possibly neighbors of 341 Brady Lane]
[When Sin finally awoke from his slumber, two things registered as not-quite-right:
a) He was currently nestled in a comfortable bed, and not atop a gravelly patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere;
b) His field of vision currently comprised of the range of both eyes.
Shooting up like a rocket, it isn't long until he's fumbling for his eyepatch, his flag, his pendant, anything of his- until he gathers his bearings and takes in his surroundings. His very, very unfamiliar surroundings.]
Old man! Oi, you here? [He shouts through the house]
...Oi! SOL!
[Off he goes, flying down the cozy little staircase of the house, on a one-track search to find something familiar in or around the house's vicinity. Care to interact with the new local whirlwind?]
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[ACTION B; Around town, not far from Main Street]
[Sin's rampage continues, running through the streets- it's almost an overload of new sights, sounds, information for his brain to take, but he's got one focus, and that's on finding something, anything that's familiar to him. His rampage takes him running across the street at several points, and although the bustle of the town mostly avoids his notice, he's not exactly paying attention when he dashes across a street with on-coming traffic heading right for him--]
SCREEEECH --THUNK.
--...ow.... That hurt! [He shouts from the hood of the car, as if this is a vague concept to him- the drone driving the car doesn't seem too perturbed.] Hey, watch where you're going with that... that thing!
[He seems quite unconcerned with having just gotten hit by a car, otherwise. He also doesn't seem to notice he's bleeding. 8|a Maybe someone should check on him.]
[When Sin finally awoke from his slumber, two things registered as not-quite-right:
a) He was currently nestled in a comfortable bed, and not atop a gravelly patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere;
b) His field of vision currently comprised of the range of both eyes.
Shooting up like a rocket, it isn't long until he's fumbling for his eyepatch, his flag, his pendant, anything of his- until he gathers his bearings and takes in his surroundings. His very, very unfamiliar surroundings.]
Old man! Oi, you here? [He shouts through the house]
...Oi! SOL!
[Off he goes, flying down the cozy little staircase of the house, on a one-track search to find something familiar in or around the house's vicinity. Care to interact with the new local whirlwind?]
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[ACTION B; Around town, not far from Main Street]
[Sin's rampage continues, running through the streets- it's almost an overload of new sights, sounds, information for his brain to take, but he's got one focus, and that's on finding something, anything that's familiar to him. His rampage takes him running across the street at several points, and although the bustle of the town mostly avoids his notice, he's not exactly paying attention when he dashes across a street with on-coming traffic heading right for him--]
SCREEEECH --THUNK.
--...ow.... That hurt! [He shouts from the hood of the car, as if this is a vague concept to him- the drone driving the car doesn't seem too perturbed.] Hey, watch where you're going with that... that thing!
[He seems quite unconcerned with having just gotten hit by a car, otherwise. He also doesn't seem to notice he's bleeding. 8|a Maybe someone should check on him.]