sometimes it feels like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull
WHO: Riful and OPEN
WHERE: All over! Mostly in the area around the MAC since lol limited mobility.
WHEN: anytime from 6/10 to 6/24!
WARNINGS: god even knows NOTHING YET...............
SUMMARY: Riful has poor contingency planning and no powers! She is also freaking the fuck out! A little lost waif wanders all around the City and probably smells terrible!
FORMAT: whatever!
[She avoids the alleys now, no matter what time of day it is--this might seem counterproductive, since she doesn't wish to be caught, but the truth is that Riful is far too afraid of her own current weakness to get into a compromising situation without the assurance of her powers. She's managed to take clothes and shoes, which she actually does need now, from one of her hiding places, but what Riful never thought to store before now was food. Until now, she's never needed it; the human masses she's currently weaving her way through were all the livestock she could ever dream of. But a human body requires human food. She's not sure where to go or what to do, and she knows she doesn't want to attract attention, but the gnawing in her belly has grown too great to ignore.
All she needs to do is survive for two weeks as a normal human, balancing her newly human needs and human weakness. She has learned that. But honestly, in this body--is it even possible? She has no idea how they've managed all these years.]
WHERE: All over! Mostly in the area around the MAC since lol limited mobility.
WHEN: anytime from 6/10 to 6/24!
WARNINGS: god even knows NOTHING YET...............
SUMMARY: Riful has poor contingency planning and no powers! She is also freaking the fuck out! A little lost waif wanders all around the City and probably smells terrible!
FORMAT: whatever!
[She avoids the alleys now, no matter what time of day it is--this might seem counterproductive, since she doesn't wish to be caught, but the truth is that Riful is far too afraid of her own current weakness to get into a compromising situation without the assurance of her powers. She's managed to take clothes and shoes, which she actually does need now, from one of her hiding places, but what Riful never thought to store before now was food. Until now, she's never needed it; the human masses she's currently weaving her way through were all the livestock she could ever dream of. But a human body requires human food. She's not sure where to go or what to do, and she knows she doesn't want to attract attention, but the gnawing in her belly has grown too great to ignore.
All she needs to do is survive for two weeks as a normal human, balancing her newly human needs and human weakness. She has learned that. But honestly, in this body--is it even possible? She has no idea how they've managed all these years.]