I've been the world over, north south east and west, but the middle of nowhere's where I likes it be
Who: Group A (Volunteers to Lelouch's Post); King Hippo
What: Hitching a ride on the City of Pillow. Rion is the compass.
Where: Pillow
When: September 11th - Evening
Warnings: YMMV
Notes: Action and prose are both fine. Set sail!
The stars drifted by as placidly as clouds in a sky of black, outside the protective atmosphere bubble that encased the floating city. It may have appeared that Pillow was moving slowly, but in truth it was covering a lot of ground at neck-breaking speeds. The city of weird and random things could really book it when pushed, and with King Hippo at the metaphorical helm, it was definitely pushed. He relied on Rion to get the city pointed in the right direction, depending on the Galerian's psychic abilities to lock on to the minds of those who had gone missing.
The hole had shrunk significantly since Pillow had arrived to hover over Nautilus, but now that Pillow was no longer near the pole of Chaos, it had ceased to repair itself and remained eerily dark and empty.
The Slinkies rolled up to the volunteers of Nautilus, stretching up curiously as if they were sentient beings, and thumping lightly against their legs to offer themselves up as playmates. They wouldn't even conjure up any logs this time to run over those who refused to play with the little Slinkies.
What: Hitching a ride on the City of Pillow. Rion is the compass.
Where: Pillow
When: September 11th - Evening
Warnings: YMMV
Notes: Action and prose are both fine. Set sail!
The stars drifted by as placidly as clouds in a sky of black, outside the protective atmosphere bubble that encased the floating city. It may have appeared that Pillow was moving slowly, but in truth it was covering a lot of ground at neck-breaking speeds. The city of weird and random things could really book it when pushed, and with King Hippo at the metaphorical helm, it was definitely pushed. He relied on Rion to get the city pointed in the right direction, depending on the Galerian's psychic abilities to lock on to the minds of those who had gone missing.
The hole had shrunk significantly since Pillow had arrived to hover over Nautilus, but now that Pillow was no longer near the pole of Chaos, it had ceased to repair itself and remained eerily dark and empty.
The Slinkies rolled up to the volunteers of Nautilus, stretching up curiously as if they were sentient beings, and thumping lightly against their legs to offer themselves up as playmates. They wouldn't even conjure up any logs this time to run over those who refused to play with the little Slinkies.