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Fifth Jaunt . Port
Jan. 19th, 2014 01:50 pm[ market ]
[ Leather jacket, sweatshirt underneath, hands in his pockets. Small bag with a few of the less useful Christmas presents. The crowd around him is overwhelming stimulus, twitches and roars of color, sound, movement. Threat assessment is impossible, so he just watches and moves like he would through any potentially dangerous territory. Market truce, he remembers. Something Door.
Oddly, in the middle of all of these threats, John is actually less tense than he is aboard the Barge. He may be in danger, but he doesn't feel trapped.
He looks through the stunning array of products, wonders what he should get. ]
[ various ]
[ He explores London Below bit by bit, cautious, always teleporting himself back to anchor points so that he knows where he is.
So: you might see him ssssssthump into existence with the slight, cloudy glow of energy discharge following for a half-second behind him. ]
[ back to the barge, last day ]
[ He limps back a day early, scrape on his cheek, hair even more disarrayed than usual. He favors one side over another, moving slowly and deliberately.
He's just going to go ahead and sneak back to his cabin. ]
[ ooc; I'd be interested in getting John into a fight that involves other characters - if you have an idea, pls let me know!! ]
[ Leather jacket, sweatshirt underneath, hands in his pockets. Small bag with a few of the less useful Christmas presents. The crowd around him is overwhelming stimulus, twitches and roars of color, sound, movement. Threat assessment is impossible, so he just watches and moves like he would through any potentially dangerous territory. Market truce, he remembers. Something Door.
Oddly, in the middle of all of these threats, John is actually less tense than he is aboard the Barge. He may be in danger, but he doesn't feel trapped.
He looks through the stunning array of products, wonders what he should get. ]
[ various ]
[ He explores London Below bit by bit, cautious, always teleporting himself back to anchor points so that he knows where he is.
So: you might see him ssssssthump into existence with the slight, cloudy glow of energy discharge following for a half-second behind him. ]
[ back to the barge, last day ]
[ He limps back a day early, scrape on his cheek, hair even more disarrayed than usual. He favors one side over another, moving slowly and deliberately.
He's just going to go ahead and sneak back to his cabin. ]
[ ooc; I'd be interested in getting John into a fight that involves other characters - if you have an idea, pls let me know!! ]
