The Messenger (messagingly) wrote in sabra_la_tau, @ 2011-12-31 17:45:00 |
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Who: Everyone
Where: The Southern Fields
When: Day 303?? Late
What: A little squiddy said...
[Should you have followed a squidrat that STOLE YOUR THING! YES THAT THING! or just one that was acting oddly, or even just a Delphinus who knocked and said there was a picnic arranged...
You eventually find yourself in the soft light of the southern fields, surrounded by wildflowers and the wary shret looking at you balefully from the ceiling.
In the red glow of the saltwater pools here... seems multiplied, many pockets of water scattered throughout the field, a breeze surrounding them... If you look INTO one, you seem to see somewhere else... hear the SOUNDS of another world...
But before you get that far, there really IS a picnic!
A few checkered blankets have been spread across the soft moss, and are filled with salads, a few fruity, girly wines and drinks, fruit slices, cubed cheese, egg custard, a variety of cold cut sandwiches. (and a few loaves of fresh bread and pies.. because Link is Link.) ... there is also a very, very burned thing of cole slaw. The squidrat by it is eating it PROUDLY.]
((OOC: GOOD END COMMUNICATION! GO. GOOD ENDERS, feel free to start a thread with your name, you'll be visible and audible in the pool, both of your connections are a little wavy and watery though...))