The Twin Roses It feels like it's been an eternity - and maybe it has been. In Hell, time is irrelevant. Whether it’s been five minutes or five thousand years, the torment never ceases. The Drift Fleet had oddly enough been a respite for Misty and now she stands again before the ship that had carried her to worlds she’d never imagined possible. Once the Windrose, then the Twin Roses, it doesn’t look quite as she remembers, but then, the Atroma were always changing things around, weren’t they? The big windows, though, those she remembers clearly. She remembers how she would press her face against the glass as a new planet came into view and she remembers her army of pet robots outfitted with squeegees helping her clean that glass until it was sparkling. She wonders if any of them are still on board or if anybody at all remains who would know her and could explain just what has happened here. How is she back? Where are the Atroma? And why is the ship here, in the middle of a city inhabited mainly by ghosts?
Only one way to find out- she boards the ship with some trepidation as she calls out in a shaky voice, “Hello? Anyone here?”
Winter Prep + Greenhouse and Farm Though she may look more like she belongs more at Coachella than in the wilderness, Misty is quite the survivalist. Unfortunately, she’s most suited for surviving in the swamps of Louisiana, not exactly a place known for cold temperatures. Nor did she arrive with much more than a black lacy dress and thin shawl. So until she can find more substantial clothing, she spends a good deal of her time in the greenhouse and at the farm. Not only is it warmer, it's here where she feels the most useful there to her clan mates. She’s always had a way with plants and animals, encouraging them to grow and prosper by both magical and mundane means.
Still, there’s a lot for her to learn about the flora and fauna of Agra 10. From the not-quite squirrels to the not-quite lemons, she’s sure to be asking whoever is around to tell her more. “What about these?” she asks, pointing at an out-of-control vine crawling all over the walls and covered in tiny red berries. “They safe to eat or not?”
Wildcard Misty will be doing a lot of exploring when she first arrives, so feel free to find her anywhere else in the city! Maybe you’ve taken pity on this poor coatless girl - she sure could use some warmth in her life!
ooc: I’m happy to use any of these for game canon, if it works out logistically. Also I will match either prose or brackets.
Misty Day | AHS: Apocalypse | DFAU
It feels like it's been an eternity - and maybe it has been. In Hell, time is irrelevant. Whether it’s been five minutes or five thousand years, the torment never ceases. The Drift Fleet had oddly enough been a respite for Misty and now she stands again before the ship that had carried her to worlds she’d never imagined possible. Once the Windrose, then the Twin Roses, it doesn’t look quite as she remembers, but then, the Atroma were always changing things around, weren’t they? The big windows, though, those she remembers clearly. She remembers how she would press her face against the glass as a new planet came into view and she remembers her army of pet robots outfitted with squeegees helping her clean that glass until it was sparkling. She wonders if any of them are still on board or if anybody at all remains who would know her and could explain just what has happened here. How is she back? Where are the Atroma? And why is the ship here, in the middle of a city inhabited mainly by ghosts?
Only one way to find out- she boards the ship with some trepidation as she calls out in a shaky voice, “Hello? Anyone here?”
Winter Prep + Greenhouse and Farm
Though she may look more like she belongs more at Coachella than in the wilderness, Misty is quite the survivalist. Unfortunately, she’s most suited for surviving in the swamps of Louisiana, not exactly a place known for cold temperatures. Nor did she arrive with much more than a black lacy dress and thin shawl. So until she can find more substantial clothing, she spends a good deal of her time in the greenhouse and at the farm. Not only is it warmer, it's here where she feels the most useful there to her clan mates. She’s always had a way with plants and animals, encouraging them to grow and prosper by both magical and mundane means.
Still, there’s a lot for her to learn about the flora and fauna of Agra 10. From the not-quite squirrels to the not-quite lemons, she’s sure to be asking whoever is around to tell her more. “What about these?” she asks, pointing at an out-of-control vine crawling all over the walls and covered in tiny red berries. “They safe to eat or not?”
Wildcard
Misty will be doing a lot of exploring when she first arrives, so feel free to find her anywhere else in the city! Maybe you’ve taken pity on this poor coatless girl - she sure could use some warmth in her life!
ooc: I’m happy to use any of these for game canon, if it works out logistically. Also I will match either prose or brackets.