1.5

[distantgriever]

. . .I need a ladder.

[ooc: This is Emokid Squall's trained welcome to the City. He dropped into the forest, was hung up in a tree, and has managed to lose his gunblade to said bush with sticks. On the inside, everyone knows he's panicking. Be nice to him. |D]

Comments

[slightly_knurd]

Problem?

[distantgriever]

Do you have a ladder...?

[slightly_knurd]

Expect I could find one down by the Firehouse. Where are you, up on a roof somewhere?

[distantgriever]

...a roof doesn't have trees.

[gone_creating]

[Destruction lives in the forest...and is coming along to go see his niece and spots emoboy]

...you need help there, laddie?

[distantgriever]

...If you have a ladder.

[gone_creating]

[looks into his pack]

I have a rope.

[tosses it up]

[distantgriever]

Hn.

[Acknowledged, he simply holds the rope. Now he has to play lasso the gunblade too? Yay...]

[foxy_physician]

Are you alright?

[distantgriever]

...fine.

[foxy_physician]

I see.

Are you stranded somewhere?

[distantgriever]

Currently, in a tree.

[lady_turk]

A ladder kid?

[distantgriever]

...yes, a ladder.

[lady_turk]

Seems to be that you've got plenty of offers already. If you don't fall first, you'll be down in no time.

[distantgriever]

...it already seems that way.

[to_sublimate]

*looking up at him, having finished the daily routine, he says*

Oi. Jump.

[distantgriever]

Jumping doesn't work.

[to_sublimate]

Are you stuck in the branches or afraid of heights?

[distantgriever]

Hn.

...I'm in a tree.