The Prince of the Park
Jul. 2nd, 2022 02:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
WHO: Franciscus Erkens and YOU!
WHERE: Kami State Park
WHEN: Around the end of June/start of July
WHAT: Franciscus tries to get properly settled in, and finds it a bit of a hassle.
WARNINGS: Mentions of starvation and abandonment, isolation
Tarot Card of the Stupid Tent
[There are plenty of campsites around the park, but this person isn't setting up in any of those. Instead, he's found a small clearing that's mostly out of the way, where it's less likely someone will stumble upon him-but apparently they have. He's dressed in a surprisingly nice suit, one that's a bit scuffed and stained by now but still looks like he's been caring for it as well as he can. He's cursing to himself as he tries to set up various tent poles, which keep falling over on him. A few vines seem to sprout out of the ground to hold some in place, but it doesn't seem to be helping. He's also muttering to himself.]
They said this would be easy to set up. I bet they expected more than one pair of hands-yes, I know you're here too, but you can't manifest, right? I know you'd help if you could. It's fine. Worst comes to worst we just sleep in the old one. No, I don't think it'll rain. You like the rain anyways. Sure, I don't, but a little won't kill me...
Tam Lin but PG-Rated
[As you walk along one of the less well-trodden paths, you might hear a creak from a tree above you. A figure is sitting in the crook of a branch, mostly hidden from view by the leaves. He chuckles, loftily.]
Oh my, you dare walk these paths alone? At least tell me you have some form of tribute for the good people of the woods. Perhaps a taste of mortal food?
WHERE: Kami State Park
WHEN: Around the end of June/start of July
WHAT: Franciscus tries to get properly settled in, and finds it a bit of a hassle.
WARNINGS: Mentions of starvation and abandonment, isolation
Tarot Card of the Stupid Tent
[There are plenty of campsites around the park, but this person isn't setting up in any of those. Instead, he's found a small clearing that's mostly out of the way, where it's less likely someone will stumble upon him-but apparently they have. He's dressed in a surprisingly nice suit, one that's a bit scuffed and stained by now but still looks like he's been caring for it as well as he can. He's cursing to himself as he tries to set up various tent poles, which keep falling over on him. A few vines seem to sprout out of the ground to hold some in place, but it doesn't seem to be helping. He's also muttering to himself.]
They said this would be easy to set up. I bet they expected more than one pair of hands-yes, I know you're here too, but you can't manifest, right? I know you'd help if you could. It's fine. Worst comes to worst we just sleep in the old one. No, I don't think it'll rain. You like the rain anyways. Sure, I don't, but a little won't kill me...
Tam Lin but PG-Rated
[As you walk along one of the less well-trodden paths, you might hear a creak from a tree above you. A figure is sitting in the crook of a branch, mostly hidden from view by the leaves. He chuckles, loftily.]
Oh my, you dare walk these paths alone? At least tell me you have some form of tribute for the good people of the woods. Perhaps a taste of mortal food?