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capeandcowllogs2011-07-29 11:52 am
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WHO: Ophelia and OPEN
WHERE: At/Near central park on the way to the sunwell.
WHEN: Random points during during the next week or so.
WARNINGS: Maybe language?
SUMMARY: Ophelia is moving things to the park for storage. People talk to her! She's supposed to run into Terra and Spike at different points but otherwise, go crazy!
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
Ophelia was the only one not attempting to blend in as she and the small group of her hencemen crossed the park. She was still her usual blue self, black tears oozing about her, drifting along an inch or so off the ground as she lead ten of her Gravedigger hencemen towards where Illidan had said she could store some of her...'stuff.'
The henchs, on the other hand, were all dressed in street clothes and hats to hide their oddly colored skin and giant black hair. They still looked rather strange, of course, but at least they could pretend to be normal. Of course, several of them had shovels or parking meters strapped to their back so...normal is relative.
Ophelia was carrying nothing, of course. But each of the gravediggers are carrying a large, black piece of per-assembled something. There's occasionally a design drawn on it, or a bit of wiring or decoration hanging from it, often a skull or a spike. They don't look at anyone as they walk, though Ophelia kept smiling in her unsettling way at the people they pass.
WHERE: At/Near central park on the way to the sunwell.
WHEN: Random points during during the next week or so.
WARNINGS: Maybe language?
SUMMARY: Ophelia is moving things to the park for storage. People talk to her! She's supposed to run into Terra and Spike at different points but otherwise, go crazy!
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
Ophelia was the only one not attempting to blend in as she and the small group of her hencemen crossed the park. She was still her usual blue self, black tears oozing about her, drifting along an inch or so off the ground as she lead ten of her Gravedigger hencemen towards where Illidan had said she could store some of her...'stuff.'
The henchs, on the other hand, were all dressed in street clothes and hats to hide their oddly colored skin and giant black hair. They still looked rather strange, of course, but at least they could pretend to be normal. Of course, several of them had shovels or parking meters strapped to their back so...normal is relative.
Ophelia was carrying nothing, of course. But each of the gravediggers are carrying a large, black piece of per-assembled something. There's occasionally a design drawn on it, or a bit of wiring or decoration hanging from it, often a skull or a spike. They don't look at anyone as they walk, though Ophelia kept smiling in her unsettling way at the people they pass.