City Mouse [OPEN]
Who: fadedpoppet, OPEN. No need to ask permission.
What: An awfully little critter exploring in an awfully big district.
Where: Presumably somewhere in the Northern District?
When: February 7th, 2011, afternoon, sometime after this.
Warnings: Randomness, possible cute, boredom, pointlessness.... IDK. I'm just trying to boost my activity a little, here. Have fun.
Notes: Defaulting to prose for the opening tag, but prose and action spam alike welcome.
It was good to be out of the castle. Not that she didn't like it there--of course not! She certainly enjoyed her new home. She had just never realized how terribly inconvenient things like doors and stairs could be, especially when she lacked proper hands herself.... and could comfortably and easily fit standing on one of someone else's.
But there weren't any doors or stairs out here to worry about; there were only wide open spaces and bright sunshine and a bewildering array of smells she had never before even paid the slightest attention to. For the moment, she was content to scurry here and there as she sniffed and explored, more interested in how new and amazing Nautilus seemed like this than in remembering just how she had gotten out here--or how to get home.
But that was okay. She could always find her way back once she got hungry, right?
What: An awfully little critter exploring in an awfully big district.
Where: Presumably somewhere in the Northern District?
When: February 7th, 2011, afternoon, sometime after this.
Warnings: Randomness, possible cute, boredom, pointlessness.... IDK. I'm just trying to boost my activity a little, here. Have fun.
Notes: Defaulting to prose for the opening tag, but prose and action spam alike welcome.
It was good to be out of the castle. Not that she didn't like it there--of course not! She certainly enjoyed her new home. She had just never realized how terribly inconvenient things like doors and stairs could be, especially when she lacked proper hands herself.... and could comfortably and easily fit standing on one of someone else's.
But there weren't any doors or stairs out here to worry about; there were only wide open spaces and bright sunshine and a bewildering array of smells she had never before even paid the slightest attention to. For the moment, she was content to scurry here and there as she sniffed and explored, more interested in how new and amazing Nautilus seemed like this than in remembering just how she had gotten out here--or how to get home.
But that was okay. She could always find her way back once she got hungry, right?