Dropping into a very wet wonderland, doot doo

[woe_corner]

Characters: Spirit and vatheon
Location: Plaza?
Time: Now, foo.
Style: Any, starting in action tags.
Status: OPEN

[So guys, yet another newbie is soaked and wandering around, all confused and stuff

Comments

[wherzmabutler]

Lord, would you keep it down! [Bratty 12 year old, bundled up in winter attire? Check.]

Honestly, if you're looking for someone, check the contact list.

[woe_corner]

The--

[Stare]

[Fffffff little 12 year old where are your parents.]

...Contact list?

[wherzmabutler]

[B| Murdered.]

Contact list. You know. On the communicator? [/unimpressed look.]

[woe_corner]

[Kid, stop making him feel stupid, he just got here.]

You sure seem to know a lot about this place...

[wherzmabutler]

[SUCK IT UP.] I've been here quite a while. Simple excuse.

[Ciel pulls out his own SFC, holding it up.] If memory serves correctly, you should have one of these somewhere on you. There's a list here.

[woe_corner]

[Hold on, searching the pockets and pulling that out.]

Huh... Looks like a phone.

[Fff will mess with in a moment.]

Wait-- do people randomly show up in this place often?

[wherzmabutler]

More often than one would think. [Tch. He scoffs at this one.]

Seems like every second half of the month a whole lot of people show up... [Yet there's not a pattern to leaving.]

[woe_corner]

Hmm...

[Well, now that's curious.]

Why are we here? Is there a pattern to who gets brought?

[/ZILLION QUESTIONS]

[wherzmabutler]

[AUGH WHY DOES HE ALWAYS GREET THE ZILLION QUESTIONS PEOPLE. Ciel sighs, then glances up at this newcomer.]

You're in a city called Vatheon. We've been taken here to support the barrier you see over our heads preventing the lord knows how many tons of water from crushing us. There's no reason as to who is brought and no will over who and wen we get to leave. As well, it's not all candy and chocolates, as there are horrible curses every so often. [THERE. THAT'S IT, ARE YOU HAPPY?]

[woe_corner]

[Hold on a second, processing all that. And looking up at the sky, he didn't realize the sky was an ocean.]

So ah... there's no way of knowing when certain people will show up? Or when we leave.

[He's more just saying it to process it than to actually... say something.]

[wherzmabutler]

[Scoffs.]

Absolutely none. I was here several months before my Butler showed up. [Not bitter at all about that.]

[woe_corner]

...All alone?

[D8>!!!!]

[wherzmabutler]

[Danger danger! See if the little brat takes it into consideration.]

Yes..? [Said like: Uhhh... yeah? Is there any other way it could have been?]

[woe_corner]

...What about your parents?

[HE'S JUST WORRIED. D8>]

[wherzmabutler]

[DING DING DING. EVACUATE THE PREMISES.]

That's frankly not anyone's concern. [Read: not here. Not anywhere.]

[woe_corner]

Aaaah, sorry. I don't mean to pry-- I have a daughter myself, and it's hard to hear of children living alone.

[Have some sympathy, Ciel, he's trying to be nice.]