park - morning [He didn't get a whole lot of sleep since the folks in town have been busy smashing windows and thumping on doors."Grumpy" is a mild word for how he's feeling right now, but on the bright side he's got a neon space wolf with him that's keeping everyone at bay with a show of teeth. It's fine. It's all fine. He knew this "peace" crap wasn't going to last.
He's passing through the park as part of his usual routine, all part of the daily grind or whatever, but it's hard to miss that awfully shiny structure catching the light at every imaginable angle. And that.. whatever the heck that statue (???) is standing in front of it. He's going to figure this is all part of the festival Cartesio's got going on later this week maybe. He'll approach it to check.
And then just come to a dead stop once he realizes there's something awfully familiar about this statue. He squints, taking in each horrible detail, eyes darting from place to place like he's searching for some safe place to look on the monstrosity, but there just.... isn't one. At all. Slowly his face turns a violent shade of red; he's never felt so fucking horrified in his life?? Why. Why is this happening. Why is this his life. WHY IS HE NOSELESS AND IN A LOINCLOTH??
Glaring right at the beautifully glittering Fort Millim sign, his voice cracks as he shouts.]
All of you can stay dead! See if I care!
hangar - investigation (feel free to hop in if you wanna join!) [Well now that it's official that he's never setting foot in the park again??? It's time to go check out what's new this week. To his more pleasant surprise, it appears to be a hangar. Being a former fighter class pilot and all, he decides he'll give the place a closer look to see what all's lying around for him to find. Who knows. Maybe he'll be able to fly something here....]
investigation
[He didn't get a whole lot of sleep since the folks in town have been busy smashing windows and thumping on doors."Grumpy" is a mild word for how he's feeling right now, but on the bright side he's got a neon space wolf with him that's keeping everyone at bay with a show of teeth. It's fine. It's all fine. He knew this "peace" crap wasn't going to last.
He's passing through the park as part of his usual routine, all part of the daily grind or whatever, but it's hard to miss that awfully shiny structure catching the light at every imaginable angle. And that.. whatever the heck that statue (???) is standing in front of it. He's going to figure this is all part of the festival Cartesio's got going on later this week maybe. He'll approach it to check.
And then just come to a dead stop once he realizes there's something awfully familiar about this statue. He squints, taking in each horrible detail, eyes darting from place to place like he's searching for some safe place to look on the monstrosity, but there just.... isn't one. At all. Slowly his face turns a violent shade of red; he's never felt so fucking horrified in his life?? Why. Why is this happening. Why is this his life. WHY IS HE NOSELESS AND IN A LOINCLOTH??
Glaring right at the beautifully glittering Fort Millim sign, his voice cracks as he shouts.]
All of you can stay dead! See if I care!
hangar - investigation (feel free to hop in if you wanna join!)
[Well now that it's official that he's never setting foot in the park again??? It's time to go check out what's new this week. To his more pleasant surprise, it appears to be a hangar. Being a former fighter class pilot and all, he decides he'll give the place a closer look to see what all's lying around for him to find. Who knows. Maybe he'll be able to fly something here....]