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Nov. 7th, 2013 09:01 pm[Action - locked to Cross]
[Jean wakes up with a jolt, because he doesn't remember falling asleep. A loud smack, an explosion of pain in his head, and a storm of choice words - followed by a second wave of vulgarity when he reaches for his pounding head and ends up punching the immovable something overhead. Sharp bursts of pain keep erupting from his back, and his eyes uselessly dart around in the dimness to try to pin down the source of the soft rustling sound so close to his ears. Feeling around, he realizes that he's under a bed. The hell... And where'd his shirt go? It's balls cold in here. Crawling on his elbows, grumbling, he drags himself out from underneath the bed, wondering whose it is and what he's doing under it.]
[Later action]
[Now that Jean has a rough idea of what's going on, he figures he should get to know the town. Sounds like he might be here for a while, after all. Hell no, he can't accept that, but he doesn't know what he can do. For now, he could use some warmer clothes, something that's actually his. His uniform would be good. He feels unprepared, vulnerable, without it. After the clothing store, he'll come poking around the smithy, hoping to find some 3D maneuver gear. Then, feeling more secure - even if artificially so - he decides it's time to assuage his grumbling stomach. Good Spirits - he likes the sound of that. A drink is exactly what he could use right now.
In the afternoon, belly full and pleasantly buzzed, he wanders through the village, learning the roads and landmarks. Eventually, he'll have to find somewhere to stay. He ends up by Flame Building and figures it's as good as anywhere else, so he walks inside.]
[Jean wakes up with a jolt, because he doesn't remember falling asleep. A loud smack, an explosion of pain in his head, and a storm of choice words - followed by a second wave of vulgarity when he reaches for his pounding head and ends up punching the immovable something overhead. Sharp bursts of pain keep erupting from his back, and his eyes uselessly dart around in the dimness to try to pin down the source of the soft rustling sound so close to his ears. Feeling around, he realizes that he's under a bed. The hell... And where'd his shirt go? It's balls cold in here. Crawling on his elbows, grumbling, he drags himself out from underneath the bed, wondering whose it is and what he's doing under it.]
[Later action]
[Now that Jean has a rough idea of what's going on, he figures he should get to know the town. Sounds like he might be here for a while, after all. Hell no, he can't accept that, but he doesn't know what he can do. For now, he could use some warmer clothes, something that's actually his. His uniform would be good. He feels unprepared, vulnerable, without it. After the clothing store, he'll come poking around the smithy, hoping to find some 3D maneuver gear. Then, feeling more secure - even if artificially so - he decides it's time to assuage his grumbling stomach. Good Spirits - he likes the sound of that. A drink is exactly what he could use right now.
In the afternoon, belly full and pleasantly buzzed, he wanders through the village, learning the roads and landmarks. Eventually, he'll have to find somewhere to stay. He ends up by Flame Building and figures it's as good as anywhere else, so he walks inside.]
