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taxonomites2012-03-06 09:41 am
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-06 09:41 am
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047 ± [visual / location: other!wilde] a whole new town with a whole new way
Early in the morning after Jack's arrival and thus well before Buffy's transmission, there is this:
"Good news and bad news."
Here, have a Glitch. He's standing with his back to a wall of crumbling plaster, looking a bit haggard and lot...manic. His hair's a mess and there's a scrape across his right cheek and he's grinning like a fool.
"Good news: I'm fine, little bump on the head but it's kinda been through a lot worse. Bad news: I'm in creepy ghost land and I've gotta warn ya, it's not exactly a picnic."
He turns and starts walking, and if one looks closely they'll see a scarecrow-looking figure, all gold-tinted rust, staked out some distance behind him.
"More good news, though, is...I think maybe we can find a way out from here. A way home. I just don't think they have the same kind of power that they do in...I dunno, what should we call it, Taxon Prime?" He shakes his head, dismissing his ramblings. "Basically it's chaos over here, so maybe we can turn that to our advantage!
"And, um...Party, Bagoas, Scott? Anyone else over here? Check in, I'll come find you."
ooc: someday I'll write up his harrowing adventure, but the beginning can be found here.
"Good news and bad news."
Here, have a Glitch. He's standing with his back to a wall of crumbling plaster, looking a bit haggard and lot...manic. His hair's a mess and there's a scrape across his right cheek and he's grinning like a fool.
"Good news: I'm fine, little bump on the head but it's kinda been through a lot worse. Bad news: I'm in creepy ghost land and I've gotta warn ya, it's not exactly a picnic."
He turns and starts walking, and if one looks closely they'll see a scarecrow-looking figure, all gold-tinted rust, staked out some distance behind him.
"More good news, though, is...I think maybe we can find a way out from here. A way home. I just don't think they have the same kind of power that they do in...I dunno, what should we call it, Taxon Prime?" He shakes his head, dismissing his ramblings. "Basically it's chaos over here, so maybe we can turn that to our advantage!
"And, um...Party, Bagoas, Scott? Anyone else over here? Check in, I'll come find you."
ooc: someday I'll write up his harrowing adventure, but the beginning can be found here.