Open RP - Unpopcorning room
He sat on the edge of the pedistal, staring at the ceiling and taking some stock in his life. Here we go: fact, he was covered, head to toe, in some kinda oily... gook. Fact, he was kinda woozy and disorientated from the whole adventure through whatever kinda hoodoo they'd gotten their fingers into back home.
Fact: except for the goop, this place was cleaner'n Canada. Was making his fingers itch for something to litter.
Fact: no Fraser.
Fact: his glasses were all smeary.
... wait, let's go back to that 'no Fraser' thing. He wasn't equipped to navigate places like this alone! If it was cleaner than Canada, it was probably wierder, and he couldn't fish with his toes or fight off bears with two sticks and some jerky. Alls he has to say is there better be some kind of reward at the end of this tunnel. Free pizza, mebbe.
He hopped down off his popcorn stand and rubbed his hands and arms against it for a second, trying to wipe off the oil or butter or whatever. It worked, ish.
Fact: except for the goop, this place was cleaner'n Canada. Was making his fingers itch for something to litter.
Fact: no Fraser.
Fact: his glasses were all smeary.
... wait, let's go back to that 'no Fraser' thing. He wasn't equipped to navigate places like this alone! If it was cleaner than Canada, it was probably wierder, and he couldn't fish with his toes or fight off bears with two sticks and some jerky. Alls he has to say is there better be some kind of reward at the end of this tunnel. Free pizza, mebbe.
He hopped down off his popcorn stand and rubbed his hands and arms against it for a second, trying to wipe off the oil or butter or whatever. It worked, ish.