First roll of the die
[Over all? Amelia is not enjoying her introduction to Paradisa a single bit. The idea that's she's been snatched from not just her motel room, but her entire world is bad enough. But she's also struggling to walk on something called a ship, without having to stop every five minutes to heave over the railing or into a bucket. The ocean may be pretty, but that's about all it's good for as far as she's concerned.
Below decks though, she finds something interesting. Some book with her name on it, and she starts flipping through just to figure out what this is.
It doesn't help much. But it does trigger it to start recording.]
What in the world is this? [A pause.]
Wait, that's what I--
[...]
Why is this thing writing down everything I say? And how?
(Open over the journal, or for action to anyone on route a! Please don't kill the newb if she does it wrong? /)_(\)
Below decks though, she finds something interesting. Some book with her name on it, and she starts flipping through just to figure out what this is.
It doesn't help much. But it does trigger it to start recording.]
What in the world is this? [A pause.]
Wait, that's what I--
[...]
Why is this thing writing down everything I say? And how?
(Open over the journal, or for action to anyone on route a! Please don't kill the newb if she does it wrong? /)_(\)