i. Can't wait to tell my warband about this place - arrival
[ Farlan is pretty used to the feeling of leaping across dimensions - the momentary disorientation, the odd cold sensation that settles under her fur, the whole deal. In fact, this feeling is far from a surprise; she's on her way back to greater Tyria, after all, but it doesn't take long for her to notice that something's wrong.
First and foremost, what in the world was that thing that poked her? She should have been completely intangible, but something definitely pushed her while she was in transit. Secondly, what are all these noises? It sounds a lot like the Citadel, particularly its famous tavern, the Serrated Blade - lots of voices and moving bodies, all bouncing off of metal surfaces with those subtle tones only metal can yield. But this sound is weird, too. The reverberations are too muffled, and all these auras and voices are strange. Many of them are human, but some are just weird, not like anything she recognizes.
So she says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
Buh?!
[ Okay, let's try that again. ]
Uh. Hey, you! Where am I right now? Is this, like, Rata Sum or somethin'?
ii. Surfs up - at the beach
[ Okay. She isn't entirely sure how to process all this information, but she'll start with the most obvious thing. She's far away from home, and right now far away from home means at the beach. Sure, fine. She's never spent a whole lot of time on beaches, frankly - sure, there's the lake north of Lion's Arch, but that place is swarming with pirates and skale. Hardly a vacation destination.
In fact, she's never been to any beach that wasn't dangerous in one way or another, so this is...weird, but she might as well make the most of it.
She tosses off her hoodie and breeches, leaving only her underwear, and cautiously inches toward the water. This is how you have fun here, right? ]
iii. Lost cat - shopping
[ She still isn't completely convinced this isn't Rata Sum. Or some weird version of it, at least. It's crowded, everyone's got something to talk about, and every damn aspect of it is nothing but holograms and touch pads. Just delightful for a blind war-cat.
She has no idea what she's doing. Maybe she can snag some kinda trinket to fiddle with while she thinks.
...On the other hand, something smells delightful. Food is something she's much more familiar with. She's not entirely sure what some of these dishes are, but if it's food it can't be too bad, especially if it's being advertised as gourmet.
She orders some meat dish and finds herself a place to sit. Pitiful portions, but what could she expect? She eats it anyway, and hey, it tastes pretty good. ]
Farlan Relichunter | Guild Wars 2 | OTA
[ Farlan is pretty used to the feeling of leaping across dimensions - the momentary disorientation, the odd cold sensation that settles under her fur, the whole deal. In fact, this feeling is far from a surprise; she's on her way back to greater Tyria, after all, but it doesn't take long for her to notice that something's wrong.
First and foremost, what in the world was that thing that poked her? She should have been completely intangible, but something definitely pushed her while she was in transit. Secondly, what are all these noises? It sounds a lot like the Citadel, particularly its famous tavern, the Serrated Blade - lots of voices and moving bodies, all bouncing off of metal surfaces with those subtle tones only metal can yield. But this sound is weird, too. The reverberations are too muffled, and all these auras and voices are strange. Many of them are human, but some are just weird, not like anything she recognizes.
So she says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
Buh?!
[ Okay, let's try that again. ]
Uh. Hey, you! Where am I right now? Is this, like, Rata Sum or somethin'?
ii. Surfs up - at the beach
[ Okay. She isn't entirely sure how to process all this information, but she'll start with the most obvious thing. She's far away from home, and right now far away from home means at the beach. Sure, fine. She's never spent a whole lot of time on beaches, frankly - sure, there's the lake north of Lion's Arch, but that place is swarming with pirates and skale. Hardly a vacation destination.
In fact, she's never been to any beach that wasn't dangerous in one way or another, so this is...weird, but she might as well make the most of it.
She tosses off her hoodie and breeches, leaving only her underwear, and cautiously inches toward the water. This is how you have fun here, right? ]
iii. Lost cat - shopping
[ She still isn't completely convinced this isn't Rata Sum. Or some weird version of it, at least. It's crowded, everyone's got something to talk about, and every damn aspect of it is nothing but holograms and touch pads. Just delightful for a blind war-cat.
She has no idea what she's doing. Maybe she can snag some kinda trinket to fiddle with while she thinks.
...On the other hand, something smells delightful. Food is something she's much more familiar with. She's not entirely sure what some of these dishes are, but if it's food it can't be too bad, especially if it's being advertised as gourmet.
She orders some meat dish and finds herself a place to sit. Pitiful portions, but what could she expect? She eats it anyway, and hey, it tastes pretty good. ]
Great. Now what?