001. ❄ new arrival
Characters: Iceland and you!
Location: the plaza
Time: dusk
Style: starting in third person, but whatever you'd like!
Status: open!
"Goddamnit, Denmark!"
Iceland shouted angrily as he woke up, sitting up quickly. He was cold, wet, and didn't feel like he slept a wink last night, despite going to bed early. He just had the strange feeling he was sinking. Looking next to him, even Mr. Puffin's normally waterproof feathers were damp. He hugged the shivering bird to him, looking around. This definitely wasn't home. If this was a dream, Iceland wondered if his drink was spiked with LSD.
Well, you can't see your reflection if it's a dream. With this in mind, Iceland got up and wandered over to one of the little waterways in the plaza. Crouching down, he looked at his reflection and gave a little bit of a yelp. He dropped the puffin, his hands going to his jawbone to get off whatever that black thing is off-- It's a mark, isn't it.
More calmly this time, he examined the mark. It was rather symmetrical there, seemingly centered on his neck right under his right ear. It rather looked like the suction mark of of some giant, foreign squid, turned black.
...Considering this place, that could be entirely possible.
He was simply running his fingers over the new black mark when he noticed something glowing above his shoulder, reflected in the water. He turned to see a floating, fairy-ish thing, and stared at it bemusedly.
It was odd, but he decided not to question it as long as it wasn't attacking him, like apparently some squid had already done. He waved a hand in front of it, but no response. He tried to poke it, but nothing. Was it even alive?
Shivering, he figured it would be better to get dry and warm before trying to figure out where he was.
Location: the plaza
Time: dusk
Style: starting in third person, but whatever you'd like!
Status: open!
"Goddamnit, Denmark!"
Iceland shouted angrily as he woke up, sitting up quickly. He was cold, wet, and didn't feel like he slept a wink last night, despite going to bed early. He just had the strange feeling he was sinking. Looking next to him, even Mr. Puffin's normally waterproof feathers were damp. He hugged the shivering bird to him, looking around. This definitely wasn't home. If this was a dream, Iceland wondered if his drink was spiked with LSD.
Well, you can't see your reflection if it's a dream. With this in mind, Iceland got up and wandered over to one of the little waterways in the plaza. Crouching down, he looked at his reflection and gave a little bit of a yelp. He dropped the puffin, his hands going to his jawbone to get off whatever that black thing is off-- It's a mark, isn't it.
More calmly this time, he examined the mark. It was rather symmetrical there, seemingly centered on his neck right under his right ear. It rather looked like the suction mark of of some giant, foreign squid, turned black.
...Considering this place, that could be entirely possible.
He was simply running his fingers over the new black mark when he noticed something glowing above his shoulder, reflected in the water. He turned to see a floating, fairy-ish thing, and stared at it bemusedly.
It was odd, but he decided not to question it as long as it wasn't attacking him, like apparently some squid had already done. He waved a hand in front of it, but no response. He tried to poke it, but nothing. Was it even alive?
Shivering, he figured it would be better to get dry and warm before trying to figure out where he was.