Gareki ↔ One
Who: Gareki and anyone!
Where: a wandering path around Espoir
Style: Either works~
Status: Open. Please, come pester the poor, unprepared guy.
[It's the typical summer day in Somarium, the sun blazing hotter than it normally would compared to other seasons. The day is moderately hot, and is the type that calls for light clothing, so that one may be unburdened by the heat.
But unfortunately one poor soul didn't seem to get the message.]
...Rinoru, town of ice crystals. Like hell!
[Despite removing the top layer of many, which was the jacket given to him by Circus to protect against the cold (furry collar and all), and unzipping the next jacket, Gareki still had yet to find the right attire for this sudden change in climate. Lugging the completely useless snow coat over his shoulder, he wanders through Espoir, switching between muttering to himself and calling out for a few certain individuals.]
Don't tell me the plane crashed while we were asleep. ....smoothest crash I've ever slept through. Something tells me that damn four-eyes had something to do with this...
Hey! Nai! Tsukumo! You out here? Dammit, this search is gonna get old fast.
[Feel free to help the guy by either pointing him in the direction of the people he's looking for or the closest clothing store. Going in the completely opposite direction of taunting him for his lack of preparation is A-okay too.]
Where: a wandering path around Espoir
Style: Either works~
Status: Open. Please, come pester the poor, unprepared guy.
[It's the typical summer day in Somarium, the sun blazing hotter than it normally would compared to other seasons. The day is moderately hot, and is the type that calls for light clothing, so that one may be unburdened by the heat.
But unfortunately one poor soul didn't seem to get the message.]
...Rinoru, town of ice crystals. Like hell!
[Despite removing the top layer of many, which was the jacket given to him by Circus to protect against the cold (furry collar and all), and unzipping the next jacket, Gareki still had yet to find the right attire for this sudden change in climate. Lugging the completely useless snow coat over his shoulder, he wanders through Espoir, switching between muttering to himself and calling out for a few certain individuals.]
Don't tell me the plane crashed while we were asleep. ....smoothest crash I've ever slept through. Something tells me that damn four-eyes had something to do with this...
Hey! Nai! Tsukumo! You out here? Dammit, this search is gonna get old fast.
[Feel free to help the guy by either pointing him in the direction of the people he's looking for or the closest clothing store. Going in the completely opposite direction of taunting him for his lack of preparation is A-okay too.]