good morning(?); [Well, this isn't how she expected her day to be going.
Flayn takes a few moments to let her surroundings sink in, then thinks back to the last thing she can remember. Frowning, she shakes her head.]
This cannot be...
[This is the part where she scans the crowd anxiously for any familiar faces. Honestly, she looks more and more ill-at-ease with every unfamiliar face she finds. This sure is a day.]
goodie bag; [The clothing is strange. The items inside the fanny packs... well, they're a little strange, too. She's looking through hers, examining them all. When she gets to the dry shampoo, she turns it around to get a good look at it, not realizing that the nozzle is pointed right at her because she's never seen such a thing before.
Of course, she ends up spraying the dry shampoo right in her face.]
—ah!
[Well, now her eyes are stinging and she's coughing.]
the wheels on the bus; [It's a little later on. Here's Flayn on the first deck, covering her ears and making a face.]
This music is terrible...
[Save her. Knock her out. Put her out of her misery.]
wildcard; [hit me up with literally anything else my arms are open to all of you!! snag me on disco or bloodthirstiest if you want to plot first or have a pc!! though we may end up just having our characters aggressively whisper into each other's ears. sweats about the bus.]
no subject
[Well, this isn't how she expected her day to be going.
Flayn takes a few moments to let her surroundings sink in, then thinks back to the last thing she can remember. Frowning, she shakes her head.]
This cannot be...
[This is the part where she scans the crowd anxiously for any familiar faces. Honestly, she looks more and more ill-at-ease with every unfamiliar face she finds. This sure is a day.]
goodie bag;
[The clothing is strange. The items inside the fanny packs... well, they're a little strange, too. She's looking through hers, examining them all. When she gets to the dry shampoo, she turns it around to get a good look at it, not realizing that the nozzle is pointed right at her because she's never seen such a thing before.
Of course, she ends up spraying the dry shampoo right in her face.]
—ah!
[Well, now her eyes are stinging and she's coughing.]
the wheels on the bus;
[It's a little later on. Here's Flayn on the first deck, covering her ears and making a face.]
This music is terrible...
[Save her. Knock her out. Put her out of her misery.]
wildcard;
[hit me up with literally anything else my arms are open to all of you!! snag me on disco or