003: Action! @ The Shore. With candy and party favors!
[Spain did miss his home to be honest. He missed the warmth and the color, the festivities. Walking along the sands, a piece of driftwood knocks up against his ankle. He bends down to pick it up, swinging it experimentally.]
I wish there were confetti or piñatas I could get around here. That’d be a nice decoration for the room.
[A soft sigh. Spain is rarely in a cloudy mood...]
It’d be...hm. A big one! Really big. Like a...a pumpkin. Or a castle. Or Portugal. [His imagination starts to toot its horns, engines grinding] With five different - no, twenty different colors! Maybe not so big then, just a lot of small ones, all together. That’d be impresionante!
[He laughs just thinking about it and it’s quite a lovely sound. When he next blinks open his eyes, lo and behold: He found himself sitting in a ridiculously large pile of questionably shaped piñatas, in the middle of which stood a somewhat stupefyingly large one. For a brief moment, Spain stares. I know this is a trap, he thinks, I just don’t know how.]
.................Well. I’ve never seen one that’s a cross between a tomato and a unicorn before.
[Curious, he taps the head of the mythical vegetable horse creature with the stick. For a moment, there is stillness. The piñata’s face trembles a little. Then --]
Q-QUE PASA --?!
[A giant projectile of wrapped candies pops off the paper mâché head and explodes into his face.]
[OOC: If you decide to come play, don’t be surprised to find a piñata that looks strangely like you. And when I say “strangely” I mean “exactly like you”. Or one that looks like something you feel strongly about.]
I wish there were confetti or piñatas I could get around here. That’d be a nice decoration for the room.
[A soft sigh. Spain is rarely in a cloudy mood...]
It’d be...hm. A big one! Really big. Like a...a pumpkin. Or a castle. Or Portugal. [His imagination starts to toot its horns, engines grinding] With five different - no, twenty different colors! Maybe not so big then, just a lot of small ones, all together. That’d be impresionante!
[He laughs just thinking about it and it’s quite a lovely sound. When he next blinks open his eyes, lo and behold: He found himself sitting in a ridiculously large pile of questionably shaped piñatas, in the middle of which stood a somewhat stupefyingly large one. For a brief moment, Spain stares. I know this is a trap, he thinks, I just don’t know how.]
.................Well. I’ve never seen one that’s a cross between a tomato and a unicorn before.
[Curious, he taps the head of the mythical vegetable horse creature with the stick. For a moment, there is stillness. The piñata’s face trembles a little. Then --]
Q-QUE PASA --?!
[A giant projectile of wrapped candies pops off the paper mâché head and explodes into his face.]
[OOC: If you decide to come play, don’t be surprised to find a piñata that looks strangely like you. And when I say “strangely” I mean “exactly like you”. Or one that looks like something you feel strongly about.]