TURN 001 ★ Projectile Vomiting Not Preferred

[cardinalist]

Characters: cardinalist and You ♥
Location: Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Action/Prose (I will follow)
Status: As OPEN as (Insert preferred metaphor

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[fortune_wheel]

[Another newcomer. The uniform catches Naoto's eye from a distance and she approaches, hands tucked in her pockets and back straight.]

Welcome to Vatheon. Are you well?

[cardinalist]

[ooc: fkljlwkhrlj personapersonapersonanaotoyessss]

Not entirely, haha....[He shakes his head a little and for a brief moment, looks like he might be sick again but recovers, thankfully]

I didn't exactly count on coming somewhere like this (storming into parliamentary court did not usually entail a deep sea dive afterwards). I feel a little overdressed at the moment.

[fortune_wheel]

[ooc: hiiii Suzaku. I should really watch your canon at some point.]

[She's examining his rather...elaborate uniform with an arched eyebrow, preoccupied with the detail work that she's forgotten that he's answered her question already.]

I can assure you that nobody here arrived came of their own free will or at the most convenient time.

Are you interested in a towel or something of the sort to dry off?

[cardinalist]

[OOC: Yesssss come to the fandommmmm. It has a ridiculous amount of pizza. And psychotic breakdowns. And questionable propaganda against the United States Government.]

Do you have one on hand? [He looks so hopeful. The salt from the water was making his eyes sting like he had been spending an inordinate amount of time pressing them against the rungs of a George Foreman grill]

[fortune_wheel]

[ooc: It sounds so beautiful. It's just been advertised to me as psychotic fabulousness.]

While I do not have one on hand, the vendors here provide us with anything we need, free of charge.

[She extends a hand for a handshake.] Naoto Shirogane. If you have any questions - which I'm sure you do - feel free to ask them.