Hoban Washburne (Just call him Wash) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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paradisalogs2012-11-05 05:41 pm
zoes_wash) wrote in paradisalogs2012-11-05 05:41 pm
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This Land. [Open]
Who: Hoban Washburne and YOU.
What: Wash's arrival in the castle.
When: Evening.
Where: Bedroom, hallway, corridors - you'll meet him somewhere on his journey.
Rating: PG.
"Aah!"
He sat up, and looked down. Because he was not in his pilot's chair - having performed a feat of piloting that one really would want to brag about - and this was definitely not Serenity. Frankly, it looked like some of the old holo-vids he'd seen over the years. He half expected a guy in tights to come swinging out of nowhere saying that they had to save the princess.
The next thing he noticed was that he was in a comfortable bed. This was also new. And he had a book. And a pen to write with, which was...nice. He'd not written by hand in...well, he couldn't even remember how long.
It took a bit to figure out the book, but he wrote in it, and would continue to do so as he ventured out from a room that, to his utter shock, bore his name.
But the fun part was just beginning, really - namely, exploring this place with a book clutched to his chest (which itched something fierce), and trying to figure out just what the heck had happened to him.
What: Wash's arrival in the castle.
When: Evening.
Where: Bedroom, hallway, corridors - you'll meet him somewhere on his journey.
Rating: PG.
"Aah!"
He sat up, and looked down. Because he was not in his pilot's chair - having performed a feat of piloting that one really would want to brag about - and this was definitely not Serenity. Frankly, it looked like some of the old holo-vids he'd seen over the years. He half expected a guy in tights to come swinging out of nowhere saying that they had to save the princess.
The next thing he noticed was that he was in a comfortable bed. This was also new. And he had a book. And a pen to write with, which was...nice. He'd not written by hand in...well, he couldn't even remember how long.
It took a bit to figure out the book, but he wrote in it, and would continue to do so as he ventured out from a room that, to his utter shock, bore his name.
But the fun part was just beginning, really - namely, exploring this place with a book clutched to his chest (which itched something fierce), and trying to figure out just what the heck had happened to him.