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Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Anthriel, Spending an exhaustive amount of time searching and having failed to find anything in the hotel, finally found the Cafe and ordered an entire bottle of Tequila and a loaf of bread. Her anger finally spent as she waited only a short amount of time for her order to arrive she started to think about what was going on, where she was, and why. She'd seen other people here in several different shapes and forms, but had intentionally shied away from interaction due to the foul mood she was in. Anthriel needed to figure out what was going on here, but first she had other plans.
Anthriel lazily flew back over to where she had landed on the beach, the crater caused by her undignified impact marking the location. Setting the bottle down she walked into the surf, twitching a little at the chill of the water in the moonlight, she carefully cleaned herself up. taking solace in the moonlight and the lapping of the waves.
Feeling much more relaxed and looking a great deal less disheveled Anthriel made her way back up the beach and into the sheltered hole caused by her landing. Opening up the bottle of Tequila she took a long pull and stared up at the moon, trying to figure out what her next move should be
Anthriel, Spending an exhaustive amount of time searching and having failed to find anything in the hotel, finally found the Cafe and ordered an entire bottle of Tequila and a loaf of bread. Her anger finally spent as she waited only a short amount of time for her order to arrive she started to think about what was going on, where she was, and why. She'd seen other people here in several different shapes and forms, but had intentionally shied away from interaction due to the foul mood she was in. Anthriel needed to figure out what was going on here, but first she had other plans.
Anthriel lazily flew back over to where she had landed on the beach, the crater caused by her undignified impact marking the location. Setting the bottle down she walked into the surf, twitching a little at the chill of the water in the moonlight, she carefully cleaned herself up. taking solace in the moonlight and the lapping of the waves.
Feeling much more relaxed and looking a great deal less disheveled Anthriel made her way back up the beach and into the sheltered hole caused by her landing. Opening up the bottle of Tequila she took a long pull and stared up at the moon, trying to figure out what her next move should be