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fhlogsWho: Pleakley and OTA
What: Arrival
Where: Edge
Warning: None at the moment, will change if something comes up
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, where am I? What's going on here? What happened, what's going on, what-- what--"
It doesn't take long for Pleakley to panic after winding up in Edge. The alien is an anxious mess at even the best times, and this situation is far from a good one. He pulls nervously at his short brown wig, grateful he was already in disguise when he got here.
"Jumba?! Nani?! ....Lilo?! Stitch?!" Pleakley calls out for his ohana, hoping any of them are here, but not expecting much. "Ohhh, this is a disaster, a complete disaster! This has to be Jumba's fault! He's going to be in so much trouble when I get home!!! ...If I get home."
Pleakley is freaking out. He gets more than a few strange glances thrown his way as he paces around and yells.
Pleakley is still a mess once he gets to the hotel. He doesn't even go to ask for a room immediately.
Instead, he sits down in the corner of the room and pulls out a strange device from a pocket on his dress. A red disk with a screen and one antenna sticking out. He pokes at the screen, frowning.
"Come on, come on, pick up... what do you mean, out of range? There shouldn't be a range! Maybe Glorknot's closer..." More tapping. "Oh, floozork darn it!"
What: Arrival
Where: Edge
Warning: None at the moment, will change if something comes up
Arrival (first come, first serve)
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, where am I? What's going on here? What happened, what's going on, what-- what--"
It doesn't take long for Pleakley to panic after winding up in Edge. The alien is an anxious mess at even the best times, and this situation is far from a good one. He pulls nervously at his short brown wig, grateful he was already in disguise when he got here.
"Jumba?! Nani?! ....Lilo?! Stitch?!" Pleakley calls out for his ohana, hoping any of them are here, but not expecting much. "Ohhh, this is a disaster, a complete disaster! This has to be Jumba's fault! He's going to be in so much trouble when I get home!!! ...If I get home."
Pleakley is freaking out. He gets more than a few strange glances thrown his way as he paces around and yells.
The Hotel (OTA)
Pleakley is still a mess once he gets to the hotel. He doesn't even go to ask for a room immediately.
Instead, he sits down in the corner of the room and pulls out a strange device from a pocket on his dress. A red disk with a screen and one antenna sticking out. He pokes at the screen, frowning.
"Come on, come on, pick up... what do you mean, out of range? There shouldn't be a range! Maybe Glorknot's closer..." More tapping. "Oh, floozork darn it!"
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