for muses_gonewild: 115. Oh... this is just the bane of my existence
He decided one day he wanted to visit the rainforest. He ended up in a remote part of South America. Mobile phones wouldn’t even get service out here. It seemed nice. Getting away from society. Getting away from everything.
The bugs were huge. Scary. Fascinating. He saw something that looked like a wasp, it was giant. Well, not really GIANT. But it was still fairly large. The size of his hand at least. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the thing. He was almost certain no one else saw him, which was good, because that would have been humiliating.
The bugs bit like mad, it was enough to drive him up the wall. He ended up with bites all over him. They itched, insanely. The guide told him not to itch, and he’s not exactly sure how that works. Because he was covered with these bites, and it’s not like he had a real choice in the matter. He didn’t just decide out of the blue that he wanted to scratch himself, make it a million times worse, just for the fun of it. Maybe if they had better mosquito nets it wouldn’t have been an issue.
He was almost certain he said something rude to the guide. He didn’t care, the guide deserved it. The only talent that man had was for stating the obvious.
He learned pretty quickly the rainforest wasn’t what he expected. It was filled with bugs, and it was too warm, and his entire body ached from walking all day. Not the best idea in the world for a holiday. It was a shame, because it was a lovely place, just not for an entire holiday. Maybe just a visit.
It didn’t help that the guide was an idiot.
Two weeks and a couple days later and the trip is over and it’s time to go back to actual society. A warm bath and a soft bed sound fantastic right about now.
He sleeps on the charter flight, and gets right into a cab once they arrive at the airport. He hops in the tub, washes away the rainforest, then crawls into bed, turning the television on.
He flips through the channels for a moment, stopping on one of the news channels.
“…still recovering from the hostile actions last week. Government officials around the world are denying these are of alien origin.”
Video footage of alien space crafts over Washington, London, Paris, Prague, Rome, Toronto, and various other cities filled the screen.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He stared at the screen in disbelief. An entire alien invasion and he had missed it all, away on a holiday he didn‘t even enjoy. He quickly turned off the television, falling backwards on the bed.
“Well, isn’t that just wizard?”
ooc: Response to savagestime demanding I write Handy doing something essentially Donna
The bugs were huge. Scary. Fascinating. He saw something that looked like a wasp, it was giant. Well, not really GIANT. But it was still fairly large. The size of his hand at least. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the thing. He was almost certain no one else saw him, which was good, because that would have been humiliating.
The bugs bit like mad, it was enough to drive him up the wall. He ended up with bites all over him. They itched, insanely. The guide told him not to itch, and he’s not exactly sure how that works. Because he was covered with these bites, and it’s not like he had a real choice in the matter. He didn’t just decide out of the blue that he wanted to scratch himself, make it a million times worse, just for the fun of it. Maybe if they had better mosquito nets it wouldn’t have been an issue.
He was almost certain he said something rude to the guide. He didn’t care, the guide deserved it. The only talent that man had was for stating the obvious.
He learned pretty quickly the rainforest wasn’t what he expected. It was filled with bugs, and it was too warm, and his entire body ached from walking all day. Not the best idea in the world for a holiday. It was a shame, because it was a lovely place, just not for an entire holiday. Maybe just a visit.
It didn’t help that the guide was an idiot.
Two weeks and a couple days later and the trip is over and it’s time to go back to actual society. A warm bath and a soft bed sound fantastic right about now.
He sleeps on the charter flight, and gets right into a cab once they arrive at the airport. He hops in the tub, washes away the rainforest, then crawls into bed, turning the television on.
He flips through the channels for a moment, stopping on one of the news channels.
“…still recovering from the hostile actions last week. Government officials around the world are denying these are of alien origin.”
Video footage of alien space crafts over Washington, London, Paris, Prague, Rome, Toronto, and various other cities filled the screen.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He stared at the screen in disbelief. An entire alien invasion and he had missed it all, away on a holiday he didn‘t even enjoy. He quickly turned off the television, falling backwards on the bed.
“Well, isn’t that just wizard?”
ooc: Response to savagestime demanding I write Handy doing something essentially Donna