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songerein2023-05-02 02:17 pm
noblegarnet) wrote in songerein2023-05-02 02:17 pm
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Who: Ferran & anyone looking for him (or who happens to be at the beach)
Which: open log
Where: the beach!
What: Ferran finally woke up and he's wallowing.
Warnings: depression? potential mention of hallucination
[It doesn't take long after Ferran wakes for him to find out that he's not only missed the past month, but that certain people have left. It figures, doesn't it? That they'd keep leaving.
He has the willpower, at least, to push through the thoughts that no one would be left to care and write a short message in his journal with his name attached.]
I'll be at the beach.
[He won't respond to network replies for several hours, considering his single message more than enough.]
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[As promised, though, should anyone actually want to find Ferran, they will find him those two hours of town, where an ocean suddenly sprouted almost a year ago.
For anyone who might actually make that trip during the day, they'll see him in the distance, lying in the sand. It seems like someone else is kneeling next to him, though it's hard to make any details out of the dark shape. But as soon as they get close enough to discern that Ferran is lying face down, the other figure disappears entirely...]
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[After the sun has set he can be found at least sitting upright, or potentially standing in the tide, staring out towards the sea with a few bits of sand still sticking to his shirt and hair. Despite his month-long sleep, the circles under his eyes are as dark as ever, almost matching the dark cracks along his jaw. He doesn't turn to acknowledge anyone's approach, continuing to look forward as if he wants to sink into the waves permanently.]
Which: open log
Where: the beach!
What: Ferran finally woke up and he's wallowing.
Warnings: depression? potential mention of hallucination
[It doesn't take long after Ferran wakes for him to find out that he's not only missed the past month, but that certain people have left. It figures, doesn't it? That they'd keep leaving.
He has the willpower, at least, to push through the thoughts that no one would be left to care and write a short message in his journal with his name attached.]
I'll be at the beach.
[He won't respond to network replies for several hours, considering his single message more than enough.]
[As promised, though, should anyone actually want to find Ferran, they will find him those two hours of town, where an ocean suddenly sprouted almost a year ago.
For anyone who might actually make that trip during the day, they'll see him in the distance, lying in the sand. It seems like someone else is kneeling next to him, though it's hard to make any details out of the dark shape. But as soon as they get close enough to discern that Ferran is lying face down, the other figure disappears entirely...]
[After the sun has set he can be found at least sitting upright, or potentially standing in the tide, staring out towards the sea with a few bits of sand still sticking to his shirt and hair. Despite his month-long sleep, the circles under his eyes are as dark as ever, almost matching the dark cracks along his jaw. He doesn't turn to acknowledge anyone's approach, continuing to look forward as if he wants to sink into the waves permanently.]