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taxonomites2013-03-01 09:30 am
imperial_long) wrote in taxonomites2013-03-01 09:30 am
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[Voice] | [Location]
Normally Long is fairly good about locking those posts which he wishes to remain private. 'Normally', however, he doesn't wake up curled into a ball beneath some trees, on ground that definitely not a soft mattress, with a light snow falling, without a stitch of clothing on his person, and experiencing the massive vertigo-like disorientation that comes from having one's sensory experiences once again jammed down into a body that exists on a 1:20 scale to what he should have.
He is therefore a little muzzy when he sits up, takes stock of himself, realizes he is once again sans raiment, checks blearily to ensure there are neither zombies nor motorcycles in the vicinity, processes that he is cold, and after one whole minute of looking on his own opens an unlocked voice message to Sherlock Holmes. Probably he was putting so much energy into making sure he had it on voice and not on visual that the locking bit slipped by him.
"Mr. Holmes," he says, rich voice muddled and fuzzy as it almost never is, "exactly where did you leave my clothes?"
Have fun with possible misconceptions, Taxon.
(eta) As a point of interest, while Long is still technically on the north side of the bridge, a good deal of the faux-medieval landscape seems to have cleared out. Anyone visiting Adventure Zone will note that the terrain remains the same, but the castles, villages, and dungeons are gone. However.... one solitary mountain remains, a peak that superficially resembles the Matterhorn. The mountainside is white with snow, and more snow is gently drifting down on the hills and forests of the district.
He is therefore a little muzzy when he sits up, takes stock of himself, realizes he is once again sans raiment, checks blearily to ensure there are neither zombies nor motorcycles in the vicinity, processes that he is cold, and after one whole minute of looking on his own opens an unlocked voice message to Sherlock Holmes. Probably he was putting so much energy into making sure he had it on voice and not on visual that the locking bit slipped by him.
"Mr. Holmes," he says, rich voice muddled and fuzzy as it almost never is, "exactly where did you leave my clothes?"
Have fun with possible misconceptions, Taxon.
(eta) As a point of interest, while Long is still technically on the north side of the bridge, a good deal of the faux-medieval landscape seems to have cleared out. Anyone visiting Adventure Zone will note that the terrain remains the same, but the castles, villages, and dungeons are gone. However.... one solitary mountain remains, a peak that superficially resembles the Matterhorn. The mountainside is white with snow, and more snow is gently drifting down on the hills and forests of the district.