Connor (Ratonhnhaké:ton) (
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paradisalogs2013-03-03 11:41 am
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Boston Massacre
Who: Connor and you!
What: Arrival to Paradisa
When: Forward-dated to 5/March, evening
Where: City Royale
Rating: PG?????????
Note: Prose or actionspam; I'll match you! If you're concerned about spoilers, please let me know.
There is a cart full of hay in the City Royale.
This itself is not unusual; the townspeople needed to feed their horses and line their walls and thatch their roofs. Anyone who spends any amount of time in the City Royale ought to be familiar with the sight, possibly to the point of not even noticing it.
What makes this particular hay cart unusual is that a boy climbs out of it sometime in the early evening.
The boy freezes once he's out of the hay, like the city isn't at all what he'd expected to see. But he only spends a second just standing there. Hands at his sides and his eyes pointed straight ahead, he just quickly starts off down the street, rapidly making his way away from the cart.
This is not Boston.
What: Arrival to Paradisa
When: Forward-dated to 5/March, evening
Where: City Royale
Rating: PG?????????
Note: Prose or actionspam; I'll match you! If you're concerned about spoilers, please let me know.
There is a cart full of hay in the City Royale.
This itself is not unusual; the townspeople needed to feed their horses and line their walls and thatch their roofs. Anyone who spends any amount of time in the City Royale ought to be familiar with the sight, possibly to the point of not even noticing it.
What makes this particular hay cart unusual is that a boy climbs out of it sometime in the early evening.
The boy freezes once he's out of the hay, like the city isn't at all what he'd expected to see. But he only spends a second just standing there. Hands at his sides and his eyes pointed straight ahead, he just quickly starts off down the street, rapidly making his way away from the cart.
This is not Boston.