[Open || Accustoming Oneself to the Sleipnir]
Method: [action/prose]
Who: Allen Walker and anyone who would like to say hi
Where: Around the Sleipnir (Feel free to bump into him in any location on the ship except the Captain's room and/or Ingram's room, just lemme know where in your tag :D)
When: January 23, Morning
What: Allen decides that if they're going to be stuck on this ship that he should familiarise himself with its layout and his fellow (un)witting crewmates.
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So the result of the day so far--events from his own world aside--had informed Allen that there was no way home. At least not any time soon. Reluctantly, he had resigned himself to the conclusion that this meant he should try and get a sense of where they were going to be stuck for an as of yet undefined amount of time. Undefined amount of time... What might that mean? Days? Weeks? Months? Longer? The thought admittedly didn't really make him feel very comfortable.
He moved himself slowly away from the deck, pausing for a moment to glance over to Kanda in his muted and traumatised state at the railing. The swordsman wasn't going anywhere, Allen was sure, so the more he could learn about this ship and what was to be expected of them the better. With a sigh, Allen padded down the stairs to explore the lower levels of the ship.
Who: Allen Walker and anyone who would like to say hi
Where: Around the Sleipnir (Feel free to bump into him in any location on the ship except the Captain's room and/or Ingram's room, just lemme know where in your tag :D)
When: January 23, Morning
What: Allen decides that if they're going to be stuck on this ship that he should familiarise himself with its layout and his fellow (un)witting crewmates.
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So the result of the day so far--events from his own world aside--had informed Allen that there was no way home. At least not any time soon. Reluctantly, he had resigned himself to the conclusion that this meant he should try and get a sense of where they were going to be stuck for an as of yet undefined amount of time. Undefined amount of time... What might that mean? Days? Weeks? Months? Longer? The thought admittedly didn't really make him feel very comfortable.
He moved himself slowly away from the deck, pausing for a moment to glance over to Kanda in his muted and traumatised state at the railing. The swordsman wasn't going anywhere, Allen was sure, so the more he could learn about this ship and what was to be expected of them the better. With a sigh, Allen padded down the stairs to explore the lower levels of the ship.