[ Well Mizu definitely looks the part of someone who either needs a lot of help OR is someone majorly suspicious. Marcoh is mostly quietly minding his own business but will subtly get into a defensive stance when he's squinted at. ]
[ He doesn't know that a chicken nugget is made of chicken. It is unrecognizable to him... he probably thinks it's potato. Anyway, looks between Hawke and a nugget. ]
[she's watching him with a little bit of trepidation but also a bit of amusement. trepidation only because of the sword; she has her hand on her light saber just in case.]
[THE WAY HIS GAZE DEFINITELY LINGERS FOR A SECOND ON HER. EVERYTHING. But he's trying his best not to be rude... People have tails in heaven, so this lady can have gangrene if she wants...]
Unfortunately, yes. I touched it with my palm, so I ended up summoning several things at once...
[Fortunately miscreants break the shit out of this later so they're free from this mistake.]
[The breeze of air on bare legs is somehow more perturbing than the bandage rounding his head, or the watery cast to the ground. Richie had startled awake, blinking near to blindness in the sudden light, and looked down to find his knobby knees exposed in some kind of sporty toga situation. Two-shouldered, thank god, but also what in god's name?]
The fuck...?
[A thought that dies in time with the drop of his jaw. Richie sits stunned on the ground, gazing out at a whole lotta sky and a lotta bodies with not a-lotta coverage.
Also shit is floating above everyone's heads.
Give him a moment. He's in a rare state of stunned silence. His glasses slip a little down his nose.]
2) No...
[Standing by the touchscreen, frowning. Pulls out his new cell phone.
Baps it to the screen. They are both glass slabs??? Frowns at this puzzle.]
3) This is stupid
Christ on a bike. Not only is it a dry county, but the only amenities around got choked up in sloppy burgers, and there's about thirty-odd guys in short skirts walking over a reflective floor. [He's wiping at his eyes beneath his glasses, dragging out a long sigh.] Never been more thankful to sit at a minus four-oh-three on a vision chart.
And what are we doing with these? [Foot-nudges this EGG. WHAT IS THIS.] What laid this five-pound motherfucker? Because I don't want to be around when it comes back for it, but shit, where would you even go?
zhongli is no stranger to the unusual happening, but this certainly takes the cake as he gets to his feet and tries to figure out where, exactly, he is. at least there's a clue - a box!
by the by, his outfit... doesn't really match his home item all that much, but it looks like this. except there's a few alterations, his gloves much longer, and not fingerless, his expression less enthusiastic. this is the fastest i have ever drawn something so don't look too closely at it. ]
... the offering of a pamphlet tends to imply that there will be one, I'd think. [ yeah he's also going through the box. the crocheted accessory for him is a myriad of gold colors in the form of... a scarf! he's currently wrapping it carefully around the egg that he's found, despite the fact that he is extremely bemused. ] What are these things in here...
[ he's using the squishmallow to cushion the bottom of the box, setting the swaddled egg atop it before examining the phone and lightsaber in confusion. ]
II. ill-advised walkies
[ not exactly one to stand idly by, off he goes with his polearm and his box of loot, barefoot and unafraid. when encountering anyone between their arrival point and his destination - ]
Pardon me. [ polite and calm, he neatly steps around you, giving a slight bow of his head, before continuing onwards... towards the unknown and unclear horizon? ] Should I see anything, I'll return immediately, if possible.
III. old man befuddled by tech
My, how interesting. Not unlike the device in the box...
[ hey, are you at the cafe too? there's this tall guy standing at the counter, one hand to his chin while the other rests neatly on his gift box to keep his now nestled egg secure on the counter while he surveys this... thing. he's from liyue, they don't have this kind of technology, NATLAN.
with mild but obvious curiosity, he removes his hand from his chin and reaches down to start pressing the buttons on the screen, bending forward slightly to get a closer look as he tap, tap, taps through the menu. ]
An unusual assortment of cuisines... though I suppose beggars often cannot be choosers, especially with so little to come by in an endless space such as this. Excuse me - have you heard of some of these?
[ sorry you're getting drawn into looking at fast food choices fam. ]
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