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driftfleet2016-07-16 02:07 am
burnstoohot) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-16 02:07 am
Entry tags:
Action: Planet: OTA
Who: Fëanor [AND OPEN]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport, the planet
When: Throughout first half of July
Bloodsport: Open to crewmates or visitors!
It was far too easy to get caught up in putting his new knowledge to practical use. Fëanor would spend hours (sometimes days) at a time in the engine room, poking at this or that. Taking one thing apart only to put it back together in a way that he felt would enhance function or appearance, depending on mood. The elf would forget, as had always been an issue, to care for himself when his interest was roused.
Anyone care to drag him out for food or rest? Even a walk around the ship?
Planet: OTA!
Forest
Trees and nature always called to the hearts and minds of elves. Fëanor was no exception, though he far preferred actually working in forges, making new things than out and about. It made little difference though, as he'd been cooped up in various ships for longer than he was used to staying in one room. And with such a world to explore as this, how could he refuse the chance to get outside? Breath fresh air again, feel dirt and earth under his feet and life all around.
Beach
When the elf came upon the water he found himself stuck, gazing out at the expanse and feeling the waves crash against him, threatening to drag him out to sea. But he always stood still, and firm, knowing how to move with it to avoid actually being swept out.
[OOC: Oooooooooooooooor make up your own prompt and we'll play! Prose or brackets, I'll match.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport, the planet
When: Throughout first half of July
Bloodsport: Open to crewmates or visitors!
It was far too easy to get caught up in putting his new knowledge to practical use. Fëanor would spend hours (sometimes days) at a time in the engine room, poking at this or that. Taking one thing apart only to put it back together in a way that he felt would enhance function or appearance, depending on mood. The elf would forget, as had always been an issue, to care for himself when his interest was roused.
Anyone care to drag him out for food or rest? Even a walk around the ship?
Planet: OTA!
Forest
Trees and nature always called to the hearts and minds of elves. Fëanor was no exception, though he far preferred actually working in forges, making new things than out and about. It made little difference though, as he'd been cooped up in various ships for longer than he was used to staying in one room. And with such a world to explore as this, how could he refuse the chance to get outside? Breath fresh air again, feel dirt and earth under his feet and life all around.
Beach
When the elf came upon the water he found himself stuck, gazing out at the expanse and feeling the waves crash against him, threatening to drag him out to sea. But he always stood still, and firm, knowing how to move with it to avoid actually being swept out.
[OOC: Oooooooooooooooor make up your own prompt and we'll play! Prose or brackets, I'll match.]
Bloodsport
You ever gonna surface from in here?
Yay! XD
With food brought to me I could stay here for weeks. [Not as innocent as he might intend. But the elf does finally set his tools down and come out, diligently working any grime from his hands with the help of a clean towel as he approaches.]
Thank you.
no subject
You're welcome. You don't want to see the planet while you still have the option to go off ship?