Rudy held onto a glass of something silver and shimmery as he made his way around the festival. He wasn't so certain about the taste, but it was strong and available, so it was worth at least seeing through.
The crowd around the moonwell drew him in, had him dipping in his free hand to pull out a bit of rice paper, to unfold it and give it a read.
THEY CAN SEE YOU.
Rudy's eyebrows dropped, and his lips pulled into a frown. He looked up and around, first, to see whether anyone was reacting to their own fortune in the same way. When that proved fruitless, he leaned over the shoulder of the nearest person, trying to get a look at the fortune they'd got.
He wasn't trying too hard to be inconspicuous.
.SOMETHING LOST
((ooc: Rudy has a power that allows him to split into two separate people, and the first part of this is him talking to "himself." He'll be phasing back into a single body before your character sees him, but feel free to have them overhear some of the conversation.))
"You really believe the stuff about bein' sent home?"
"It don't really matter what any of us believe, does it? Not with ten million bloody tons of water over our heads."
Rudy was pulling at the door of a locked cabinet, trying to shake or break the lock loose. Other Rudy was looking at a set of dresser drawers like he was worried it might bite him if he went rifling through it.
"Yeah, but — whadda y'think happened to these people? They just vanished into thin air? Maybe they got jettisoned. You remember that nature doc about deep-sea divers? What happens to a body with that many atmospheres of pressure —"
"I don't need your bellyachin' right now. Are you helpin' out, or what?"
Other Rudy pouted, and pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, to reveal a collection of bras and panties.
"...man, I think this was a girl's room."
Both Rudys stopped and looked across the room at one another, but before either of them said anything else, the silence revealed another sound: footsteps coming down the corridor toward the dome. There was a whoosh, something like a rush of wind — and then only one Rudy was standing there, waiting to see who else was coming to look for loot.
Rudy Wade | Misfits
Rudy held onto a glass of something silver and shimmery as he made his way around the festival. He wasn't so certain about the taste, but it was strong and available, so it was worth at least seeing through.
The crowd around the moonwell drew him in, had him dipping in his free hand to pull out a bit of rice paper, to unfold it and give it a read.
THEY CAN SEE YOU.
Rudy's eyebrows dropped, and his lips pulled into a frown. He looked up and around, first, to see whether anyone was reacting to their own fortune in the same way. When that proved fruitless, he leaned over the shoulder of the nearest person, trying to get a look at the fortune they'd got.
He wasn't trying too hard to be inconspicuous.
.SOMETHING LOST
((ooc: Rudy has a power that allows him to split into two separate people, and the first part of this is him talking to "himself." He'll be phasing back into a single body before your character sees him, but feel free to have them overhear some of the conversation.))
"You really believe the stuff about bein' sent home?"
"It don't really matter what any of us believe, does it? Not with ten million bloody tons of water over our heads."
Rudy was pulling at the door of a locked cabinet, trying to shake or break the lock loose. Other Rudy was looking at a set of dresser drawers like he was worried it might bite him if he went rifling through it.
"Yeah, but — whadda y'think happened to these people? They just vanished into thin air? Maybe they got jettisoned. You remember that nature doc about deep-sea divers? What happens to a body with that many atmospheres of pressure —"
"I don't need your bellyachin' right now. Are you helpin' out, or what?"
Other Rudy pouted, and pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, to reveal a collection of bras and panties.
"...man, I think this was a girl's room."
Both Rudys stopped and looked across the room at one another, but before either of them said anything else, the silence revealed another sound: footsteps coming down the corridor toward the dome. There was a whoosh, something like a rush of wind — and then only one Rudy was standing there, waiting to see who else was coming to look for loot.