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Who: Lyssa James // Open
What: Arrival
When: Middle of the afternoon.
Where: Town
Rating: unknown
Status: Open
Here is a woman who looked like she had a hangover. To be fair she did have one. It also didn't help that she'd just appeared from nowhere. That would be the fault of the vortex manipulator on her wrist. Or to the passer by just a wrist strap that looked like some weird watch thing. Had Lyssa been a little more with it and less trying to claw back the memories of the previous time she would have been swearing at it in all the languages she could muster. Which would have taken a while. Instead she stared at it blankly. Then wished she had a pair of sunglasses. It was too bright. Far far too bright. Considering what she'd drunk before she'd arrived even if it had been pitch black she still would have found something to complain about.
Lyssa decided she needed to find somewhere that did something akin to a full English breakfast at... She prodded the wrist strap then gave up. Whatever time it was she was sure someone would take pity on her and give her food. If not breakfast, something decidedly unhealthy and she'd be back to herself in no time. After wandering about aimlessly for a while she did find somewhere, had food and was getting back to herself. The sun wasn't so bad, even nice. She wasn't wishing the birds would vanish with their noises and didn't want the sunglasses.
However she was still no closer to finding out where she was, when she was or why the wretched manipulator had decided to dump her there. She sat on the closest bench people watching, wasn't as if she was going to know anyone here.
What: Arrival
When: Middle of the afternoon.
Where: Town
Rating: unknown
Status: Open
Here is a woman who looked like she had a hangover. To be fair she did have one. It also didn't help that she'd just appeared from nowhere. That would be the fault of the vortex manipulator on her wrist. Or to the passer by just a wrist strap that looked like some weird watch thing. Had Lyssa been a little more with it and less trying to claw back the memories of the previous time she would have been swearing at it in all the languages she could muster. Which would have taken a while. Instead she stared at it blankly. Then wished she had a pair of sunglasses. It was too bright. Far far too bright. Considering what she'd drunk before she'd arrived even if it had been pitch black she still would have found something to complain about.
Lyssa decided she needed to find somewhere that did something akin to a full English breakfast at... She prodded the wrist strap then gave up. Whatever time it was she was sure someone would take pity on her and give her food. If not breakfast, something decidedly unhealthy and she'd be back to herself in no time. After wandering about aimlessly for a while she did find somewhere, had food and was getting back to herself. The sun wasn't so bad, even nice. She wasn't wishing the birds would vanish with their noises and didn't want the sunglasses.
However she was still no closer to finding out where she was, when she was or why the wretched manipulator had decided to dump her there. She sat on the closest bench people watching, wasn't as if she was going to know anyone here.
