On an island that I own, tanned, and rested and alone.... Surrounded by enormous piles of money

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[You find yourself in a castle- an extremely posh one, albeit one that looks ripped straight out of a fairy tale. It doesn't scream BADASS CASTLE, so much as it screams 'Disney paid for me,' but whatever. It's situated on a small island and the waves crash against the rocks below the castle walls.

Outside, Flynn is sword-fighting pretty fiercely with some random person- nondescript features, typical of a dream world. A good wrist flick and he manages to disarm the man and point the hilt of his blade at his chest. He circles the man, his voice taking on a dramatic edge to it.]

You're lucky today. I don't feel like getting blood on my lawn, but I could still change my mind if you don't get out of here in the next... Ten seconds. [The man runs off and Flynn's dramatic voice completely vanishes as he yells after him, laughing the whole time.] Yeah, you better run! [He sighs dreamily and sheathes his sword, flopping down on the grass to stare out at the water. This is perfect. He has everything- a lot of money, an island he owns, his own castle- oh sure, the occasional brigand tries to steal from him, but he puts that right quick enough.

Oh, and he's alone.

Yep. Perfect.]

[[OOC: ....Flynn's dream at this canon point is canon. Easiest post ever. Catch him just as he's enjoying his "Flynn-time."]]

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[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[She'll just... continue staring back. She's not trying to be creepy... but that's sort of the effect of just randomly appearing in places you don't really belong...]

Where is this place?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

Uh... My island? How did you get here?

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure. I was going to ask you the same thing.

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

Apparently, there was a boat ride no one remembers getting on. You're the fifth person whose just magically shown up here today.

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

Is that so...

[She glances about.]

And is there a way off of the island?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

I would imagine it'd be the same way you got here.

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

And I've already said I don't recall how I came here.

[Are you deaf?]

[Well. This seems pointless. She'll just turn and start... wandering around in search of a boat or bridge or... something.]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[RUDE]

And that's supposed to be my fault? [Yeah, he's gonna follow, because clearly making sure she doesn't steal his crap is a great plan. Whoo.]

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

No.

[walking, walking, walking~]

But if you were unaware of a way off the island then a simple 'no' would suffice.



[ooc; and lol I was... interpreting his tone based off the look in the icon >_> he was giving her snark, right? if not... uh... oops? XD;;;]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

Simplicity isn't really my style.

[OOC: And yes. He was. He's just a jerk. :| XDD]

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[And indulging bullshit isn't hers.]

[She'll just... keep on walking. Yep.]

How did you get here. You must have had a boat of some kind.


[ooc; XD haha ok! *sob* I still haven't seen the movie *needs to get it on netflix*]