TURN 001 ★ Projectile Vomiting Not Preferred
Characters: cardinalist and You ♥
Location: Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Action/Prose (I will follow)
Status: As OPEN as (Insert preferred metaphor)!
The first thing he notices is the blue. There is blue, that impossible thrumming shade too sharply hued to be anything but alive.
He spits out a short fountain of salty water and an unfortunate piece of kelp. He could still taste the stretch of blood along the back of his throat, feel the burn of it in his sinuses, head still aching. Worse things have happened. Stranger places have happened.
He's not entirely comforted by that.
Vital signs - stable. He does a quick, no nonsense check twice just to make sure. "Everything's okay," he isn't aware he says to himself and therefore, he is slightly shocked at how his voice echoes just a bit. Relief floods him but the confusion stays quiet, subdued. He stands from where he had found himself rather ungracefully face first against the road, next to a (thankfully) vacant market stand advertising some frozen delight.
He wonders if he should say anything, ask anything, but his head reels and he focuses on not reproducing his breakfast at the moment instead.
Location: Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Action/Prose (I will follow)
Status: As OPEN as (Insert preferred metaphor)!
The first thing he notices is the blue. There is blue, that impossible thrumming shade too sharply hued to be anything but alive.
He spits out a short fountain of salty water and an unfortunate piece of kelp. He could still taste the stretch of blood along the back of his throat, feel the burn of it in his sinuses, head still aching. Worse things have happened. Stranger places have happened.
He's not entirely comforted by that.
Vital signs - stable. He does a quick, no nonsense check twice just to make sure. "Everything's okay," he isn't aware he says to himself and therefore, he is slightly shocked at how his voice echoes just a bit. Relief floods him but the confusion stays quiet, subdued. He stands from where he had found himself rather ungracefully face first against the road, next to a (thankfully) vacant market stand advertising some frozen delight.
He wonders if he should say anything, ask anything, but his head reels and he focuses on not reproducing his breakfast at the moment instead.