[Frazzled. That's the best way that Epel can describe his current state of mind as he stands by the building, clutching his new smartphone in one hand and trying to not look too awkward as he steps away from the friendly native who explained the apartment situation.
It's all a bit much. Just a bit.
Okay, he actually wants to scream a little. But that would not go over well. But it would be understandable, right? He can't have been here longer than an hour or two.
Haven't things been rough enough already, with the campus attacked? He would have liked time to breathe before this whole world-saving business was dumped on him!
It doesn't help matters that he's absolutely drowning in what looks like a white long-sleeved nightgown. As if he didn't already look small and helpless already. He needs to find his clothes. Which means finding his room. And the person he had just talked to was now helping someone else.
So he does the sensible thing: approach the closest other person and try to be polite.]
Um. Excuse me. Would you happen to know how where I can find my room assignment?
underground mall ~ free stuff is always good, right?
[Epel is feeling a lot better now that he's more suitably dressed, even if all he seems to have are his school clothes. Better a jacket and (bow)tie than what he'd arrived in. If he forgets the confusing, harrowing news for a moment, he can almost enjoy being somewhere other than Sages' Island.
He already has a few of those colorful ad pamphlets and tokens that he's managed to stuff into his coat pocket. It's free and other people are taking the freebies, right? As long as everyone else is receiving them, he can't get in trouble! He can be found roaming and sometimes stopping to actually read the various fliers he's been given, trying to figure out how to redeem things for more tokens or "gifts."
It's as he's popping his head into a restaurant to look at the menu that he hears a little congratulatory poppers and rachety sounds as the worker by door hands a gift card to the person directly behind him. Bemused, he offers a small smile.]
...Wow, even free stuff in the restaurants? Congrats?
pocket monsters ~ a beautiful relationship
[He stands off to the side watching several people open the "Pokéball" they receive from the vending machine, fascinated by the fact that little creatures can apparently fit inside of those handheld spheres. Is it some sort of technomancy? They'd have to keep the creatures alive in those things somehow, right? Some of them look kinda cool and others look painfully cute.
While he does eventually go to the vending machine to try his luck, he can be caught just people (and Pokémon)-watching for awhile.
He can't help but hope for a kinda cool creature. All of them were cute, but he'd seen something that looked like a blue crocodile and others that had fire coming off of their backs or tails. (Did this somehow mean that Grim was kinda cool with fire coming out of his ears? Ehh...)
Of course, what he gets instead is an Oshawott. Not that he knows its name. He tries not to voice his disappointment, though it's obvious on his face; it's not the little guy's fault that he'd gotten other ideas--
And Epel immediately squawks in pain when the Oshawott throws its scallop shell right at his face.]
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[Feel free to ping me if you want to plan out something different with Epel, or just come at him with a different scenario! I'm available by journal PM or at journeymancrystal.]
(new) Epel Felmier | Twisted Wonderland | Autumn
[Frazzled. That's the best way that Epel can describe his current state of mind as he stands by the building, clutching his new smartphone in one hand and trying to not look too awkward as he steps away from the friendly native who explained the apartment situation.
It's all a bit much. Just a bit.
Okay, he actually wants to scream a little. But that would not go over well. But it would be understandable, right? He can't have been here longer than an hour or two.
Haven't things been rough enough already, with the campus attacked? He would have liked time to breathe before this whole world-saving business was dumped on him!
It doesn't help matters that he's absolutely drowning in what looks like a white long-sleeved nightgown. As if he didn't already look small and helpless already. He needs to find his clothes. Which means finding his room. And the person he had just talked to was now helping someone else.
So he does the sensible thing: approach the closest other person and try to be polite.]
Um. Excuse me. Would you happen to know how where I can find my room assignment?
underground mall ~ free stuff is always good, right?
[Epel is feeling a lot better now that he's more suitably dressed, even if all he seems to have are his school clothes. Better a jacket and (bow)tie than what he'd arrived in. If he forgets the confusing, harrowing news for a moment, he can almost enjoy being somewhere other than Sages' Island.
He already has a few of those colorful ad pamphlets and tokens that he's managed to stuff into his coat pocket. It's free and other people are taking the freebies, right? As long as everyone else is receiving them, he can't get in trouble! He can be found roaming and sometimes stopping to actually read the various fliers he's been given, trying to figure out how to redeem things for more tokens or "gifts."
It's as he's popping his head into a restaurant to look at the menu that he hears a little congratulatory poppers and rachety sounds as the worker by door hands a gift card to the person directly behind him. Bemused, he offers a small smile.]
...Wow, even free stuff in the restaurants? Congrats?
pocket monsters ~ a beautiful relationship
[He stands off to the side watching several people open the "Pokéball" they receive from the vending machine, fascinated by the fact that little creatures can apparently fit inside of those handheld spheres. Is it some sort of technomancy? They'd have to keep the creatures alive in those things somehow, right? Some of them look kinda cool and others look painfully cute.
While he does eventually go to the vending machine to try his luck, he can be caught just people (and Pokémon)-watching for awhile.
He can't help but hope for a kinda cool creature. All of them were cute, but he'd seen something that looked like a blue crocodile and others that had fire coming off of their backs or tails. (Did this somehow mean that Grim was kinda cool with fire coming out of his ears? Ehh...)
Of course, what he gets instead is an Oshawott. Not that he knows its name. He tries not to voice his disappointment, though it's obvious on his face; it's not the little guy's fault that he'd gotten other ideas--
And Epel immediately squawks in pain when the Oshawott throws its scallop shell right at his face.]
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[Feel free to ping me if you want to plan out something different with Epel, or just come at him with a different scenario! I'm available by journal PM or at