Disgruntled Wet Lions
Characters: requiem_griever and people who wish to poke at him.
Location: The Plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Your choice
Status: Open
He woke up completely drenched.
Squall sat up and first brushed his hair out of his eyes, then took off his soaked jacket. At first, he thought he had...somehow fallen into the ocean and washed up pathetically somewhere, but a glance at his surroundings told him that was definitely not the case. For one thing, he had no idea where he was. He'd never seen or even heard of a city like this. And the other, it looked like the sky had been replaced by water. A dome? He was at the bottom of the ocean? None of this made sense.
He rose to his feet to give the area a proper once over. As he stood up, something fell out of his jacket pocket. He thought it was a starfish at first, but on closer inspection, it was some kind of device designed to look like one.
Cute, he thought with a frown. Were it not for what looked like actual functionality, he would have assumed it was a toy one bought for children. He stuffed it back into the jacket's pocket and resolved to take a proper look at the thing once the more pressing matter of figuring out where he was and how he got there was dealt with. He'd have to find someone to get information out of.
He just hoped no one would mind that some dripping wet stranger was going to interrogate them about this place.
Location: The Plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Your choice
Status: Open
He woke up completely drenched.
Squall sat up and first brushed his hair out of his eyes, then took off his soaked jacket. At first, he thought he had...somehow fallen into the ocean and washed up pathetically somewhere, but a glance at his surroundings told him that was definitely not the case. For one thing, he had no idea where he was. He'd never seen or even heard of a city like this. And the other, it looked like the sky had been replaced by water. A dome? He was at the bottom of the ocean? None of this made sense.
He rose to his feet to give the area a proper once over. As he stood up, something fell out of his jacket pocket. He thought it was a starfish at first, but on closer inspection, it was some kind of device designed to look like one.
Cute, he thought with a frown. Were it not for what looked like actual functionality, he would have assumed it was a toy one bought for children. He stuffed it back into the jacket's pocket and resolved to take a proper look at the thing once the more pressing matter of figuring out where he was and how he got there was dealt with. He'd have to find someone to get information out of.
He just hoped no one would mind that some dripping wet stranger was going to interrogate them about this place.