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riverviewlogs2017-06-13 10:49 am
jiaasjen) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-13 10:49 am
let us sacrifice today...
who: kylo ren bitty!ben solo and you!
what: au event; apparently de-aging is catching. he's a six year old with burgeoning psychic powers etc etc.
when: 14-24th june
where: various parts of the quarantine
warnings: ornery boychild and general disobedience.
i. communal building, private floor - waking up; open
[ Waking confused and bleary-eyed, Ben hadn’t dwelt too long on the sense of being misplaced; it wasn’t that he wasn’t concerned but was at least old enough to know that curling into a ball and crying was unlikely to yield any beneficial results. A quick inspection of the room (décor bland enough that it could belong to any of a number of military bases or low-budget hotels) reveals clothes roughly in his size and something to eat.
Shoving several pieces of hard fruit into the pockets of his trousers, Ben tackles the door, getting it open with surprisingly little difficulty, and heading outside, down the hall and to the elevator. ]
ii. outside – trees; open
[ Exploring the Quarantine yields mixed results, and a panic has slowly begun to stir in his chest the longer time passes without a familiar face or any sort of clue as to where he is.
It’s ironic then that the thing that distracts him from a panic attack are trees: he’d never been to Kashyyk but had heard enough of the stories from both his father and uncle to recognize what looks alarmingly like a Wroshyr tree.
Enormous, it towers over the immediate area and would be more than high enough for him to get a decent view of his surroundings (far better than just meandering around, hoping luck or one of his parents will find him) and also afford him some safety should whoever brought him here prove to have less than benign intentions.
Glancing left then right then left again, Ben rushes over, fingers digging immediately into the wild whorls of the bough and forcing himself up and up and up. ]
iii. wildcard
[ choose your own adventure! feel free to come at me bros or you can pp/pm me to discuss things. ]
what: au event; apparently de-aging is catching. he's a six year old with burgeoning psychic powers etc etc.
when: 14-24th june
where: various parts of the quarantine
warnings: ornery boychild and general disobedience.
i. communal building, private floor - waking up; open
[ Waking confused and bleary-eyed, Ben hadn’t dwelt too long on the sense of being misplaced; it wasn’t that he wasn’t concerned but was at least old enough to know that curling into a ball and crying was unlikely to yield any beneficial results. A quick inspection of the room (décor bland enough that it could belong to any of a number of military bases or low-budget hotels) reveals clothes roughly in his size and something to eat.
Shoving several pieces of hard fruit into the pockets of his trousers, Ben tackles the door, getting it open with surprisingly little difficulty, and heading outside, down the hall and to the elevator. ]
ii. outside – trees; open
[ Exploring the Quarantine yields mixed results, and a panic has slowly begun to stir in his chest the longer time passes without a familiar face or any sort of clue as to where he is.
It’s ironic then that the thing that distracts him from a panic attack are trees: he’d never been to Kashyyk but had heard enough of the stories from both his father and uncle to recognize what looks alarmingly like a Wroshyr tree.
Enormous, it towers over the immediate area and would be more than high enough for him to get a decent view of his surroundings (far better than just meandering around, hoping luck or one of his parents will find him) and also afford him some safety should whoever brought him here prove to have less than benign intentions.
Glancing left then right then left again, Ben rushes over, fingers digging immediately into the wild whorls of the bough and forcing himself up and up and up. ]
iii. wildcard
[ choose your own adventure! feel free to come at me bros or you can pp/pm me to discuss things. ]