Anemoi RPG

[A giant bird in a fountain is a strangely tragic sight.]

[Context, first.]

[The heat has continued unrelenting, and Shen made the mistake of leaving home to pick up a few groceries. Vital stuff like rice and veggies and popcorn... and tiny marshmallows. VITAL. The entire time he's out one can tell the heat is getting to him as he drags himself down the street. A few people end up with some nice feathers. He buys said food items and heads home, feeling even worse.]

[That's when he spots the fountain. He stares at it like a man gazing at a desert mirage, swallows with a dry throat, then wobbles toward it. Puts his shopping down next to it. The mist from the water isn't enough to cool him down sufficiently and he leans ever closer. The water looks so very inviting... so cool, so fresh, so--]

[BLOOSH.]

[He's gone and fallen in. And he's too weary to climb back out again. He manages to put his head somewhere above water before he passes out.]

[And so we return to the image of a bird in a fountain. A few people linger around the sight, unsure of what to do. Someone's called the police but it'll take a while. A few others are fishing stray feathers out of the water. Folks are taking pictures.]

[What do you do?]

[action]

[Anyone who's known Shen for more than, oh, say, thirty seconds, would never expect to see him doing what he's doing, now.

He's in a perfume store. That isn't the strange bit. The strange bit is that he's assembling shelves. He's been sweeping and assembling shelves and re-stocking merchandise all day. Y'see, someone spotted that that giant bird EVO was him--kind of hard not to, with that colour scheme--and called him out on it. And he agreed to fix whatever he could fix.

One might wonder if he's feeling well or got another blow to the head or if someone's holding his feather-conditioning powder hostage.

One could ask...]