Kazecistan
26-04-2007, 00:53
ooc: Who remembers Kaz? I know, I know, this is something like my fourth re-intro. I plan to stay this time.
It would be nice if our guests (see below marked only as 'they') were old acquaintances (not created in the last 4 months, and have RPed with me at least once), just because. The thread will open up more later, but for a while I'd like just me an another. I don't mind tagging, but mods are welcome to do as they please (as if I could stop them...)
Oh, and if you find the post to be short, mysterious, or lacking in direction, it's because one can only do so many re-intros with stock storyline. I'm willing to let this one drift where it will, and improv. a bit until we find a good direction.
Ic: The Maritime Vessel Bopp was tied to an anchor buoy 10 meters from shore. Jim (Jim Bopp, he had always wondered why anyone would name him that) lay on his side, eating grapes. Grapes, wine, bread and cheese, that is. One needs to know the situation before understanding, though. You see, Jim had parked the Bopp in a shallow and sandy bay, several kilometers from where he had it kept. It was his baby, a small 4.4 meter catamaran. The wind blew so that he was angled 45 degrees off parallel to the shore and had a perfect view of both the sparkling sea and the green-covered hills of the coast. The water was warm and the sun almost hot, a problem which the spray and breeze took care of. In all aspects, it was picture perfect. The grapes, wine, bread and cheese completed the image, and he enjoyed them all while he reclined on the springy grid canvas stretched between the two hulls.
He bit into another grape. Like the others, it squirted a delightful and refreshing blast of flavor into his mouth. He laid back and looked up at the sky, blue and cloudless. He knew what that meant. Rain. If anything was sure, this planet's whether patterns were. Sun brought rain. It had something to do with storm systems pulling in local moisture or maybe a pressure wave or something else. He had been told once. He didn't care. He liked the rain too.
Another, far more interesting spectacle caught his eye first, though. A small, bright flash. They had arrived.
It would be nice if our guests (see below marked only as 'they') were old acquaintances (not created in the last 4 months, and have RPed with me at least once), just because. The thread will open up more later, but for a while I'd like just me an another. I don't mind tagging, but mods are welcome to do as they please (as if I could stop them...)
Oh, and if you find the post to be short, mysterious, or lacking in direction, it's because one can only do so many re-intros with stock storyline. I'm willing to let this one drift where it will, and improv. a bit until we find a good direction.
Ic: The Maritime Vessel Bopp was tied to an anchor buoy 10 meters from shore. Jim (Jim Bopp, he had always wondered why anyone would name him that) lay on his side, eating grapes. Grapes, wine, bread and cheese, that is. One needs to know the situation before understanding, though. You see, Jim had parked the Bopp in a shallow and sandy bay, several kilometers from where he had it kept. It was his baby, a small 4.4 meter catamaran. The wind blew so that he was angled 45 degrees off parallel to the shore and had a perfect view of both the sparkling sea and the green-covered hills of the coast. The water was warm and the sun almost hot, a problem which the spray and breeze took care of. In all aspects, it was picture perfect. The grapes, wine, bread and cheese completed the image, and he enjoyed them all while he reclined on the springy grid canvas stretched between the two hulls.
He bit into another grape. Like the others, it squirted a delightful and refreshing blast of flavor into his mouth. He laid back and looked up at the sky, blue and cloudless. He knew what that meant. Rain. If anything was sure, this planet's whether patterns were. Sun brought rain. It had something to do with storm systems pulling in local moisture or maybe a pressure wave or something else. He had been told once. He didn't care. He liked the rain too.
Another, far more interesting spectacle caught his eye first, though. A small, bright flash. They had arrived.