At Least the Coffee Shop is Nearby?
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Who: Skisan and anyone else
What: New arrival
Where: Near the shops
Warnings: None
What woke Skisan was the relative cool. He had been in a desert, amidst his people who had evolved to live in the desert. Modern buildings or no, they did not precisely cool the indoors to near the early morning temperatures of the changing seasons in Auradon. So when the strange dream faded and the cool breeze brushed his face, he woke quickly, blinking as he tried to get his bearings. Logic did not explain the new location. However, the new location certainly helped to explain the dream.
The curly haired Vulcan lay in the middle of a slightly unkempt lawn with Autumn adding litter to ground. He stood to his feet with no small measure of grace, taking note of what he had on him first. He wore the robes he had been in while meditating, a tan robe and deep blue over-robe, both with matching accent embroidery along with a flowing pair of trousers and soft shoes mostly designed for indoor use. He had the bag with his ryill and PADD of music. But that was it.
He considered the area around him next. The world looked much like holograms he had seen of Earth, the colors were all wrong for any planet he'd been on himself. He supposed it could be Earth, but the if it was, he was uncertain as to the architecture. He arched an eyebrow at the nearby buildings, a series of shops amidst paved roads with some sorts of unfamiliar wheeled vehicles parked along the side that looked like they had not been touched in a long while.
"Curious," he murmured, brushing himself off. The logical choice? Try to find where any other people might be by checking buildings that showed signs of recent activity, either others he had encountered within the dreamscape, or strangers. Either might aid in ascertaining what had happened.
Who: Skisan and anyone else
What: New arrival
Where: Near the shops
Warnings: None
What woke Skisan was the relative cool. He had been in a desert, amidst his people who had evolved to live in the desert. Modern buildings or no, they did not precisely cool the indoors to near the early morning temperatures of the changing seasons in Auradon. So when the strange dream faded and the cool breeze brushed his face, he woke quickly, blinking as he tried to get his bearings. Logic did not explain the new location. However, the new location certainly helped to explain the dream.
The curly haired Vulcan lay in the middle of a slightly unkempt lawn with Autumn adding litter to ground. He stood to his feet with no small measure of grace, taking note of what he had on him first. He wore the robes he had been in while meditating, a tan robe and deep blue over-robe, both with matching accent embroidery along with a flowing pair of trousers and soft shoes mostly designed for indoor use. He had the bag with his ryill and PADD of music. But that was it.
He considered the area around him next. The world looked much like holograms he had seen of Earth, the colors were all wrong for any planet he'd been on himself. He supposed it could be Earth, but the if it was, he was uncertain as to the architecture. He arched an eyebrow at the nearby buildings, a series of shops amidst paved roads with some sorts of unfamiliar wheeled vehicles parked along the side that looked like they had not been touched in a long while.
"Curious," he murmured, brushing himself off. The logical choice? Try to find where any other people might be by checking buildings that showed signs of recent activity, either others he had encountered within the dreamscape, or strangers. Either might aid in ascertaining what had happened.