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vatheon2012-06-02 07:57 pm
thestrengthoftenderness) wrote in vatheon2012-06-02 07:57 pm
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Who: Yuugi and you!
Where: The Plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: The style is LET'S DO THIS. (I'll match.)
Status: Open
When he awoke, it was by the annoying green light of his alarm clock. Wait. No it wasn't. It was everywhere. His clock was not that big. Rolling over and attempting to open his eyes and oh god he was falling and that was the ground, ow. Ow. Ow. Wait, why was he all wet?
"What the heck is going on here?"
Yuugi hissed as he rose, examining his newly-scuffed hand. As well as a newly tattooed wrist? Holy shit, what was that?!
It took about about five minutes of vigorous rubbing to realize the weird symbol on his hand wasn't coming off anytime soon. He'd been certain he had fallen asleep in his room- and that he wasn't drunk when he did. This was getting more and more dreamlike.
His first assumption was Atlantis. Maybe something like the memory RPG, but for Dartz. All blue, for one thing. The sky was... not the sky. All right, that was new. Sucking on his scratches, he looked out at the rest of the plaza. Surprisingly, yes, everyone could see him, and no, he wasn't transparent. This became even more obvious when he decided to test his solidness. It hurt, and now everyone was looking at him.
Great.
He'd thought that things like this would stop happening after his other self left, but it looked like he'd never be entirely free of weird adventures. To be honest, though, that was completely fine by him. The priority right now was finding his friends. They had to be around here somewhere, and knowing their luck, they probably needed his help. He could worry about all this other weirdness after he'd found them.
All right, so no sign of any of his friends yet. It wasn't a dream, as attempting to float, or walk through anything hadn't been... fruitful, to say the least. Yuugi glanced at the starfish thing in his hand, and couldn't help but feel sort of insulted. He had tried to control his hair before, it just never worked! Not to mention, whoever had trapped him here had an incredibly crappy sense of humor.
So far this had proved to be massively different. from anything he'd experienced before.
Looking out at the NPCs (assuming this was a game, because, wasn't it always), Yuugi decided to start gathering information. First of all, what was the point of this game, second of all, who, exactly, was the GM?
Where: The Plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: The style is LET'S DO THIS. (I'll match.)
Status: Open
When he awoke, it was by the annoying green light of his alarm clock. Wait. No it wasn't. It was everywhere. His clock was not that big. Rolling over and attempting to open his eyes and oh god he was falling and that was the ground, ow. Ow. Ow. Wait, why was he all wet?
"What the heck is going on here?"
Yuugi hissed as he rose, examining his newly-scuffed hand. As well as a newly tattooed wrist? Holy shit, what was that?!
It took about about five minutes of vigorous rubbing to realize the weird symbol on his hand wasn't coming off anytime soon. He'd been certain he had fallen asleep in his room- and that he wasn't drunk when he did. This was getting more and more dreamlike.
His first assumption was Atlantis. Maybe something like the memory RPG, but for Dartz. All blue, for one thing. The sky was... not the sky. All right, that was new. Sucking on his scratches, he looked out at the rest of the plaza. Surprisingly, yes, everyone could see him, and no, he wasn't transparent. This became even more obvious when he decided to test his solidness. It hurt, and now everyone was looking at him.
Great.
He'd thought that things like this would stop happening after his other self left, but it looked like he'd never be entirely free of weird adventures. To be honest, though, that was completely fine by him. The priority right now was finding his friends. They had to be around here somewhere, and knowing their luck, they probably needed his help. He could worry about all this other weirdness after he'd found them.
All right, so no sign of any of his friends yet. It wasn't a dream, as attempting to float, or walk through anything hadn't been... fruitful, to say the least. Yuugi glanced at the starfish thing in his hand, and couldn't help but feel sort of insulted. He had tried to control his hair before, it just never worked! Not to mention, whoever had trapped him here had an incredibly crappy sense of humor.
So far this had proved to be massively different. from anything he'd experienced before.
Looking out at the NPCs (assuming this was a game, because, wasn't it always), Yuugi decided to start gathering information. First of all, what was the point of this game, second of all, who, exactly, was the GM?
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