The events of the previous night were a bit of a blur, as far as Brutus could remember. He'd been celebrating something, parted ways with Toko as she'd logged out, and continued the party going. Some refreshments were had, perhaps too many based on the throbbing of his headache and the clear memory of not knowing what had happened.
Getting drunk in game was a dangerous game, his blackout had followed him into the real world. His last memory was taking a drink as Brutus and then waking up as Olivier. He'd avoided the IRL hangover, but now he was paying the price.
His mouth was dry as sin, tasting like it was full of sand as he rolled over, finding himself on a beach. Water lapped at his toes as the time was coming in, sitting up, he found himself in the same red trunks he'd been fishing in and nothing else. "Fuckin hell Brucie, we gotta take better care of ourselves." Brushing some sand off him, he would take stock of himself.
His perfectly chiseled torso was free of any unplanned tattoos or fresh wounds. His skin was slightly sunburnt, but other than that he seemed mostly unharmed. Next up he would check his UI and glance over his need bars and inventory. Unsurprisingly his bars were dogshit, the only one doing alright was energy, the rest of them were dangerously low. He would pull out his waterskin and take a sip, browsing through his UI for some leftovers of Tokos meal from last night he'd saved.
Making a mental note to curb his drinking habbits, he paused as he stumbled across something unusual. Pulling it out of his UI, he found himself holding what could only be described as the piratiest treasure map to have treasure a map. Looking it over, he would squint a bit, he would need a compass to orient himself, and to know where the fuck he was.
Speaking of.
He would look around to find himself standing on the quintessential desert island. One singular coconut tree atop a small hill of sand poking out of the ocean.
"God damnit Brucie, we're about to quit drinking."
He would turn and scan the horizon, spotting a small ship.
"HEEEEEEEEEY!" He would shout out, trying to wave it down, after a moment it dawned on him that he could launch a flare with his pyromancy, raising his hand into the air like a finger pistol and shouting off a large ball of fire.
"I NEED HELP."
As the ship began to approach, he pulled out Toko's dish and began to eat. Might as well get that hunger bar up so he could deal with whatever was to come next.
@Charlotte Ann Marie
Getting drunk in game was a dangerous game, his blackout had followed him into the real world. His last memory was taking a drink as Brutus and then waking up as Olivier. He'd avoided the IRL hangover, but now he was paying the price.
His mouth was dry as sin, tasting like it was full of sand as he rolled over, finding himself on a beach. Water lapped at his toes as the time was coming in, sitting up, he found himself in the same red trunks he'd been fishing in and nothing else. "Fuckin hell Brucie, we gotta take better care of ourselves." Brushing some sand off him, he would take stock of himself.
His perfectly chiseled torso was free of any unplanned tattoos or fresh wounds. His skin was slightly sunburnt, but other than that he seemed mostly unharmed. Next up he would check his UI and glance over his need bars and inventory. Unsurprisingly his bars were dogshit, the only one doing alright was energy, the rest of them were dangerously low. He would pull out his waterskin and take a sip, browsing through his UI for some leftovers of Tokos meal from last night he'd saved.
Making a mental note to curb his drinking habbits, he paused as he stumbled across something unusual. Pulling it out of his UI, he found himself holding what could only be described as the piratiest treasure map to have treasure a map. Looking it over, he would squint a bit, he would need a compass to orient himself, and to know where the fuck he was.
Speaking of.
He would look around to find himself standing on the quintessential desert island. One singular coconut tree atop a small hill of sand poking out of the ocean.
"God damnit Brucie, we're about to quit drinking."
He would turn and scan the horizon, spotting a small ship.
"HEEEEEEEEEY!" He would shout out, trying to wave it down, after a moment it dawned on him that he could launch a flare with his pyromancy, raising his hand into the air like a finger pistol and shouting off a large ball of fire.
"I NEED HELP."
As the ship began to approach, he pulled out Toko's dish and began to eat. Might as well get that hunger bar up so he could deal with whatever was to come next.
@Charlotte Ann Marie
