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Completing a Trio
Who: Terra and YOU
Where: The Plaza fountain
When: Late afternoon
Style: [Brackets], please!
Status: Open to All
The rather loud splash of water from the Plaza Fountain is the only indication that, yes, there is another new arrival in the bubble today. There's a few seconds delay before the source of that splash surfaces and makes his way to the edge of the fountain--a young man with brown hair that, courtesy of this little 'dip', is now completely and thoroughly soaked.
Really, the absolute last thing Terra expected to happen when he entered the Lanes Between was to find himself, sans his Glider, in a fountain full of water.
'Good thing I dismissed my armor; I'd have sunk like a stone.' Which was the absolute last thing he needed--not like his hakama were helping much, but soaked pants were better than head to toe plate. Pulling himself out was an easy enough task. Figuring out what went wrong with the Corridor? That was another story.
"Wonder what went wrong?" He sighs, and while sitting at the edge of the fountain, he starts to wring some of the water out of his pants. He'll take a look around after drying out a little, but who knows how long that'll take.
Where: The Plaza fountain
When: Late afternoon
Style: [Brackets], please!
Status: Open to All
The rather loud splash of water from the Plaza Fountain is the only indication that, yes, there is another new arrival in the bubble today. There's a few seconds delay before the source of that splash surfaces and makes his way to the edge of the fountain--a young man with brown hair that, courtesy of this little 'dip', is now completely and thoroughly soaked.
Really, the absolute last thing Terra expected to happen when he entered the Lanes Between was to find himself, sans his Glider, in a fountain full of water.
'Good thing I dismissed my armor; I'd have sunk like a stone.' Which was the absolute last thing he needed--not like his hakama were helping much, but soaked pants were better than head to toe plate. Pulling himself out was an easy enough task. Figuring out what went wrong with the Corridor? That was another story.
"Wonder what went wrong?" He sighs, and while sitting at the edge of the fountain, he starts to wring some of the water out of his pants. He'll take a look around after drying out a little, but who knows how long that'll take.