Who: The Disciple and Whoever
When: Throughout the Curse Week
Where: Around the bubble, or Island
Style: Whichever you prefer
[Throughout the week, those attempting to find or speak with the Disciple may have troubles. Her bedroom lies empty, her SFC discarded, sitting on a table next to her bed. The window appears to have been smashed outward, shards lying on the ground outside. There is a fair amount of olive-colored blood immediately outside the window, but it quickly stops as it trails off into the city proper; almost too quickly.]
[It seems for this curse Disciple has lost as lost her culture and regressed back to her near feral state of her first arrival. In return she has gained something of a regeneration ability, and can recover from some pretty grievous wounds. She can be found throughout the bubble, and eventually the island, once she finds her way up there. She is avoiding large crowds of people, and loud noises. Who even knows what she will or will not remember from her time in Vatheon?]
[Those who know here might know where to start looking for her, those who do not might end up stumbling upon a near-feral half-naked adult Troll as she tries to avoid the more 'busy' parts of a civilized world that is bright and confusing.]
(OOC:Feel free to encounter her wherever, and however you want. She will be all over the place. Woods, Back alleys, anywhere on the Island. The one place she will avoid above all others is the Plaza, however. Way too busy. Message me if you want to set up anything in particular)
Who: Czeslaw and YOU
When: March 25th
Where: The plaza or elsewhere
Style: Action or prose are fine with me
[At first he'd thought he fell through an open manhole into the sewer, only it didn't stink nearly so bad. All he knew was that one moment he was running, the next he was plummeting, his body hit by a rush of cool water.
Then he hits the stones of the plaza, the breath knocked out of him more out of surprise and terror than the fall. He pushes up, looking around, frantically pushing the soaking wet hair out of his dark eyes, checking that his cap is still on his head]
[Later, once he's had a chance to be welcomed, Czes can be found walking the streets. He tries to stay unnoticed, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head down if it seems that he's attracting too much notice. He's been told a lot of things about this city, and he isn't sure he believes hardly any of it.
However, there's a part of him that can't help but stare in open wonder at the things Vatheon has that aren't part of his experience. Despite his efforts to stay under the radar, if you catch him at the right moment, he may have his nose squished to the bubble, or be staring in open shock at some of the non-human denizens of the bubble.]