[ Well didn't this just beat all--

a figure appears, if by magic, from the aether as the sky seems to open up. There is the briefest moment of suspended animation before followed by a flash of kinetic flailing energy before finally there is a hurtling downward to what a good pirate would label 'ye olde drink'. A splash, ceremonious and majestic that arched upward and caught the sunlight. There was even more flailing that came from the figure in the water.

Loud, boistorous flailing ]

Hallo! Can anyone else tell me how this happened?

[ it was almost comical really as a man surfaced, bedraggled and clearly in need of a rescue from a passing ship, long dark hair that plastered to his jaw and then hair that dripped down over his eyes and he was sputtering, trying to get it re-oriented. The last thing he remembered was the ritual circle dance with a bunch of Moombas in Shumi Village.

Please, someone offer a plank-out to this ridiculous man-- or something. ]

[ Someone gave Laguna a shellphone.

they will soon ABSOLUTELY come to regret this ]

From: un: Gunloire

Didn’t mean to barge in here but what's this all a-boat? Just want to say that these views are fintastic! :) Anchors away my friends, stay dry!

Laguna Loire came out of the Inkwave rubbing his arm, the screech behind him following-- a loud 'DO NOT TOUCH IT!' which startled him right outside of the thronging crowd and into the heart of the port city. His tunic was rolled up and a giant phoenix was tattoo'd to his upper arm, detailed and ornate, and a lovely ombre'd blue. What phoenix was blue? Well by the power of his IMAGINATION, this one was.

He was minding his own business, his gaze caught by the sights and colours of time around him and then he felt his arm (the sensitive one) make contact with something firm and unyeilding. "Ayiyiyiyiyi, I am so sorry about that, Friendo! My total bad." and then he turned and offered a friendly but rather apologetic smile while he slid a few fingers through his locks of hair.

No, I can't...

[ There was a nest, filled with little mewling chomping sharkgulls that he had found hidden within a nest. Gods, he was an eternal sucker for cute things, the Moombas had got him right in the feels and now these little creatures. He knelt down and sort of held out his hands to Baby Gaping-Teef to sniff his hand. Much to his hubris, the tiny tot started to wind it's way downward until it had gotten it's jaws firmly chomped against the edge and side of his hand. He let out a howl of an ouch ]

Oops, friend not food, little scout! Hey.. can you give me a hand here? He really got me good, yeah!

Hello, my name is Nia and I'm bringing you this moron! I am primarily into D&D and Critical Role but I decided to bring in someone different, i.e this disaster(bisexual) of a man. You can definitely reach me on alwaysbeenasmiler for any plotties and I'm always up for new friends. Also, I do not apologize for the dad jokes-- you should've known they were coming.

I accept both brackets and prose so please post to your comfort and I'll adapt/adjust.

If I am slow, I am also in another game but please stick with me, I want to thread with YOU, yes YOU!