The way that Shepherd Book regains consciousness is so familiar that the old man's reaction is to first sigh deeply before he attempts to escape. He starts reaching for the edge of the tube, looking for the handle he knows is there, when the glass starts splintering instead.
"Oh dear."
When the tube breaks, if anything, the Shepherd looks sheepish. He steps out, awkwardly looking up at the ceiling and holding out his hands innocently. The palm of one hand holds the 'Projected Example' brand. The other palm faintly glows with a shimmering, pearlescent light, that changes colors from moment to moment.
"Gryf, I didn't mean it, it just....broke..." His mouth falls open, and the look turns to confusion. This isn't the room he expected to find himself in at all. Something seems to occur to him, and he whirls to look at the tubes on either side of him. Whatever he sees in there causes him some visible relief.
Once he's established that he isn't where he expects, he approaches whoever is out here waiting for him. "Excuse me." Another sigh. "Where am I...this time?"
IV:
A city. A city! Just like the Inner Worlds, sights that Book hasn't seen in longer than he can remember. It feels like a mixed-anachronism, the area is so much more advanced in some ways, so much less in others. It's the people that really get to Book. As if only some people in the city are real, and the rest are just... oh what was that word that Gryf used? Sims? Or was that what the created worlds were?
Book talked to the wrong person, and he has ended up with one of those quests. '*Ding Dong!* Hello, my name is...' floats over his head as he speaks to people. Apparently part of the task is to keep on speaking to people, because he will approach anyone who looks real, instead of pixelated.
"Pardon me? Do you have a moment to talk?" He keeps a friendly smile on, though, and no matter how many people he has talked to, he doesn't seem to be getting tired of this task.
Projected Example | Shepherd Book | The Station AU
Not again.
The way that Shepherd Book regains consciousness is so familiar that the old man's reaction is to first sigh deeply before he attempts to escape. He starts reaching for the edge of the tube, looking for the handle he knows is there, when the glass starts splintering instead.
"Oh dear."
When the tube breaks, if anything, the Shepherd looks sheepish. He steps out, awkwardly looking up at the ceiling and holding out his hands innocently. The palm of one hand holds the 'Projected Example' brand. The other palm faintly glows with a shimmering, pearlescent light, that changes colors from moment to moment.
"Gryf, I didn't mean it, it just....broke..." His mouth falls open, and the look turns to confusion. This isn't the room he expected to find himself in at all. Something seems to occur to him, and he whirls to look at the tubes on either side of him. Whatever he sees in there causes him some visible relief.
Once he's established that he isn't where he expects, he approaches whoever is out here waiting for him. "Excuse me." Another sigh. "Where am I...this time?"
IV:
A city. A city! Just like the Inner Worlds, sights that Book hasn't seen in longer than he can remember. It feels like a mixed-anachronism, the area is so much more advanced in some ways, so much less in others. It's the people that really get to Book. As if only some people in the city are real, and the rest are just... oh what was that word that Gryf used? Sims? Or was that what the created worlds were?
Book talked to the wrong person, and he has ended up with one of those quests. '*Ding Dong!* Hello, my name is...' floats over his head as he speaks to people. Apparently part of the task is to keep on speaking to people, because he will approach anyone who looks real, instead of pixelated.
"Pardon me? Do you have a moment to talk?" He keeps a friendly smile on, though, and no matter how many people he has talked to, he doesn't seem to be getting tired of this task.