We've been seperated for FAR too long [OPEN]
Characters: Robin and hopefully lots of Strawhats, but this is totally OPEN (BTW, GUYS! /chunks log at)
Location: Lobby of the hotel
Time: Um... idk, long enough for tired Robin to sleep and not be tired Robin anymore?
Content: Robin drinks coffee, watches people, and waits for her nakama
Format: Starting in prose, always willing to switch
Warnings: This thread is rated P for Pirate Party!
Robin's first few days in Chicago had been an... less than enjoyable experience.
Following her discovery by Linkara (who she fortunately did not kill), and reuniting with Franky, the woman had spent the walk to the hotel protesting that she was just fine, thank you very much, only to more or less pass out on the bed once she got to one. She slept for a long time, so deeply that, amazingly enough, she did not dream a single nightmare, and woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, unable to remember where she was or what had happened, only that she had lost them, every single one...
And then she DID remember, and she fell back on the pillows, contented. At least most of them were here.
She spent the next several hours trying to learn more about where she was. She discovered a Bible kept in a drawer of one of the nightstands and read the whole thing, finding it interesting and gruesome in places, a good read as far as she was concerned. She also played with the rather mysterious telephone that did not use a Den Den Mushi or was even alive at all, as far as she could tell. A fascinating device.
She also tried using her powers, but it still felt oddly draining, much like when seastone was around, though not nearly as drastically as it did that first night. Something about being in this world had messed with her abilities, it was certain, but they still worked enough that she could get by.
When she finally felt ready, she sent eyes out in search of her nakama. They were spread all over, so she decided to go get a coffee from the shop in the lobby (Starbucks, an odd name for a coffee shop, really) and wait there until they happened upon her.
They had a knack for that.
Location: Lobby of the hotel
Time: Um... idk, long enough for tired Robin to sleep and not be tired Robin anymore?
Content: Robin drinks coffee, watches people, and waits for her nakama
Format: Starting in prose, always willing to switch
Warnings: This thread is rated P for Pirate Party!
Robin's first few days in Chicago had been an... less than enjoyable experience.
Following her discovery by Linkara (who she fortunately did not kill), and reuniting with Franky, the woman had spent the walk to the hotel protesting that she was just fine, thank you very much, only to more or less pass out on the bed once she got to one. She slept for a long time, so deeply that, amazingly enough, she did not dream a single nightmare, and woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, unable to remember where she was or what had happened, only that she had lost them, every single one...
And then she DID remember, and she fell back on the pillows, contented. At least most of them were here.
She spent the next several hours trying to learn more about where she was. She discovered a Bible kept in a drawer of one of the nightstands and read the whole thing, finding it interesting and gruesome in places, a good read as far as she was concerned. She also played with the rather mysterious telephone that did not use a Den Den Mushi or was even alive at all, as far as she could tell. A fascinating device.
She also tried using her powers, but it still felt oddly draining, much like when seastone was around, though not nearly as drastically as it did that first night. Something about being in this world had messed with her abilities, it was certain, but they still worked enough that she could get by.
When she finally felt ready, she sent eyes out in search of her nakama. They were spread all over, so she decided to go get a coffee from the shop in the lobby (Starbucks, an odd name for a coffee shop, really) and wait there until they happened upon her.
They had a knack for that.