This can't be good. I'm just saying. (Semi-Closed Thread. Email if you'd like to crash)
WHO:Zach Bosch(still on semi-hiatus) and Major Motoko Kusanagi
WHAT:Nothing short of awesome.
WHERE:Market
WHEN:Whenever ‘now’ is in game.
Zach was lounging near a coffee-stall, eyes closed and imagining he could taste the thick black liquid, but not daring even the tiniest sips. But he could imagine, and he was in no rush, although the sooner he finished shopping, the sooner he could go back to his attic and play with the journals more. But he really needed to stock up. He’d eaten the last of his hot peppers last night while fiddling with the journals, always delighted with learning more about how they worked. But eating was necessary, and he was already too skinny. It was good he'd grown up never being full.
Zach really liked the clothes here. He'd found the nifty black frock coat with purple silk lining, and had taken to wearing it around. They suited him, but didn't take away from the vaguely Edward Scissorhands appearance he had. It may have, in fact, made him look even more like the character.
Although it was well past mid-day, he still had dark circles under his eyes, and a paleness that wasn't quite healthy. He didn’t like to be up out of bed before noon, and only ventured out before dark, on food-fetching errands. But he’d woken up inspired to try his hand at making olive salad so he could make muffuletta...
So far, he had found olives, and oil and herbs…and had been on the hunt for bread and meat when he’d stopped to smell the coffee.
WHAT:Nothing short of awesome.
WHERE:Market
WHEN:Whenever ‘now’ is in game.
Zach was lounging near a coffee-stall, eyes closed and imagining he could taste the thick black liquid, but not daring even the tiniest sips. But he could imagine, and he was in no rush, although the sooner he finished shopping, the sooner he could go back to his attic and play with the journals more. But he really needed to stock up. He’d eaten the last of his hot peppers last night while fiddling with the journals, always delighted with learning more about how they worked. But eating was necessary, and he was already too skinny. It was good he'd grown up never being full.
Zach really liked the clothes here. He'd found the nifty black frock coat with purple silk lining, and had taken to wearing it around. They suited him, but didn't take away from the vaguely Edward Scissorhands appearance he had. It may have, in fact, made him look even more like the character.
Although it was well past mid-day, he still had dark circles under his eyes, and a paleness that wasn't quite healthy. He didn’t like to be up out of bed before noon, and only ventured out before dark, on food-fetching errands. But he’d woken up inspired to try his hand at making olive salad so he could make muffuletta...
So far, he had found olives, and oil and herbs…and had been on the hunt for bread and meat when he’d stopped to smell the coffee.