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paixaorpg2007-02-13 09:27 am
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Oh, crappish hell. [Completed]
Character(s): Farllee
Content: Arriving at Paixao. Spazzing ensues.
Setting: Muspelheim gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: Farllee may cause brain damage.
Modorelin Farllee was not in the best of moods. That is to say, it wasn't as if she was on a regular basis, but her current mood was approximately five steps away from She-Who-Drowned-Htriber levels. If there had been anything vaguely threatening nearby, chances are that distance would have been closed, and that would have proved unhealthy for the Paixao population in general.
Farllee had woken up face down on the ground. At first, after clearing her head, she had thought she had fallen again; just as she had fallen the first time onto the MuZz Express, though she retained no memories of the incident.
Actually, the last thing she could remember was tying her poor, dead, fruitified friend with some string, and following Nee through the forest. But that had led to her becoming a glorified fruit-thing, and they were picked up by a ship of some sort...
She followed the thought trail along. There was that MuZzian, and he had grabbed her scarf....
"GREAT HOLY CRAP!!!"
She could remember things, quite a few of them. But they were all disjointed and discombobulated and Oh Holy Whatever Thing in the Sky was she in MuZz now or dead and where was Edward and she really didn't mean for all those people-MuZzian-imaginary-things to wind up dead nor the ship and she guessed she really was dead this time and - oh look, a toll booth.
Farllee's screaming died down and she nervously approached. The man inside the toll booth looked bored, holding a clipboard and some papers she couldn't see.
"Name?"
"M-Modorelin Farllee...?"
The man, expression unchanging in the most eery of ways, checked some off on his clipboard, then handed her some kind of plastic object. Farllee just looked confused.
"It's a computer. You can talk to other people with it. Welcome to Paixao."
Farllee opened her mouth, looked down at the thing called a computer, then closed it and wandered through the gate. Well, perhaps Paixao was a district of MuZz, and Edward was on the other side? Or she could use the comp-uu-ter device to talk to him! That sounded like a brilliant plan, as out of everyone she could ever remember meeting, Edward seemed to be the only one who knew which way was 'up' and what was going on. Then she and Nee -
Farllee stopped just inside the gate, ignoring the sweltering heat that was coating the inside of the dome.
"Nee? NEE?!" Cue several anxious looks around, following by the clutching of hair. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NEE?! I'VE GONE AND LOST NEE!! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO I'M A TERRIBLE DEAD THING AND I'VE LOST NEE AND I TRULY DO NOT LIKE THIS STATE OF AFFAIRS!!!"
There was a great deal more screaming, and twice Farllee nearly stepped on her computer. A few Paixaoans stopped to stare at her, but the majority preferred to ignore her.
Content: Arriving at Paixao. Spazzing ensues.
Setting: Muspelheim gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: Farllee may cause brain damage.
Modorelin Farllee was not in the best of moods. That is to say, it wasn't as if she was on a regular basis, but her current mood was approximately five steps away from She-Who-Drowned-Htriber levels. If there had been anything vaguely threatening nearby, chances are that distance would have been closed, and that would have proved unhealthy for the Paixao population in general.
Farllee had woken up face down on the ground. At first, after clearing her head, she had thought she had fallen again; just as she had fallen the first time onto the MuZz Express, though she retained no memories of the incident.
Actually, the last thing she could remember was tying her poor, dead, fruitified friend with some string, and following Nee through the forest. But that had led to her becoming a glorified fruit-thing, and they were picked up by a ship of some sort...
She followed the thought trail along. There was that MuZzian, and he had grabbed her scarf....
"GREAT HOLY CRAP!!!"
She could remember things, quite a few of them. But they were all disjointed and discombobulated and Oh Holy Whatever Thing in the Sky was she in MuZz now or dead and where was Edward and she really didn't mean for all those people-MuZzian-imaginary-things to wind up dead nor the ship and she guessed she really was dead this time and - oh look, a toll booth.
Farllee's screaming died down and she nervously approached. The man inside the toll booth looked bored, holding a clipboard and some papers she couldn't see.
"Name?"
"M-Modorelin Farllee...?"
The man, expression unchanging in the most eery of ways, checked some off on his clipboard, then handed her some kind of plastic object. Farllee just looked confused.
"It's a computer. You can talk to other people with it. Welcome to Paixao."
Farllee opened her mouth, looked down at the thing called a computer, then closed it and wandered through the gate. Well, perhaps Paixao was a district of MuZz, and Edward was on the other side? Or she could use the comp-uu-ter device to talk to him! That sounded like a brilliant plan, as out of everyone she could ever remember meeting, Edward seemed to be the only one who knew which way was 'up' and what was going on. Then she and Nee -
Farllee stopped just inside the gate, ignoring the sweltering heat that was coating the inside of the dome.
"Nee? NEE?!" Cue several anxious looks around, following by the clutching of hair. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NEE?! I'VE GONE AND LOST NEE!! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO I'M A TERRIBLE DEAD THING AND I'VE LOST NEE AND I TRULY DO NOT LIKE THIS STATE OF AFFAIRS!!!"
There was a great deal more screaming, and twice Farllee nearly stepped on her computer. A few Paixaoans stopped to stare at her, but the majority preferred to ignore her.