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genessia2019-06-12 10:30 am
sewingresolve) wrote in genessia2019-06-12 10:30 am
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First Needle [Arrival]
WHO: Hornet and you!
WHAT: Not-local bug wakes up and doesn't know what's going on
WHEN: June 12th
WHERE: Genessia City, in the general bay area.
WARNINGS: Cartoony spider-person?
When you live the life that Hornet has, waking up in a strange place with no memory of what happened to you is an absolutely terrifying concept.
As a result, she takes no time to consider the strange box left with her. She takes it with her, but she's quick to jump out of the pod, and head off in what feels like a good direction. The hologram is startling, as is all this light. She doesn't listen, too confused by the appearance of the person and by, well. Everything else. This definitely isn't Hallownest. Nothing seems right.
So. Now there's an odd, red-cloaked bug on the shorter side, skittering around the bay area in a clear panic, hiding behind things and being absolutely gobsmacked by, well. Everything. People. Cars. Structures. Once approached, though, she is quick to turn on whoever it is, drawing her needle and pointing it threateningly. "Who are you?! What are you?!"
WHAT: Not-local bug wakes up and doesn't know what's going on
WHEN: June 12th
WHERE: Genessia City, in the general bay area.
WARNINGS: Cartoony spider-person?
When you live the life that Hornet has, waking up in a strange place with no memory of what happened to you is an absolutely terrifying concept.
As a result, she takes no time to consider the strange box left with her. She takes it with her, but she's quick to jump out of the pod, and head off in what feels like a good direction. The hologram is startling, as is all this light. She doesn't listen, too confused by the appearance of the person and by, well. Everything else. This definitely isn't Hallownest. Nothing seems right.
So. Now there's an odd, red-cloaked bug on the shorter side, skittering around the bay area in a clear panic, hiding behind things and being absolutely gobsmacked by, well. Everything. People. Cars. Structures. Once approached, though, she is quick to turn on whoever it is, drawing her needle and pointing it threateningly. "Who are you?! What are you?!"
