[ Waking up in the desert when you have no idea what a desert even is is already one thing. One problem, one might say. The lack of water, the scorching sun, the kind-of-ominous vultures? Also all problems. Not being able to remember much of anything? Probably the biggest problem of all.
One might think that, under these circumstances, a person would be glad to spot another person after what feels like an eternity. Maybe hoping said other person has some water, or that said other person actually knows where they are.
If you are said other person, however, you might spot the white-haired girl wandering the desert by herself. She clearly does spot you, judging by how her eyes grow to about the size of teacups in surprise the moment she looks at you. But rather than approaching you, the girl does something else entirely.
She turns heel and looks like she's trying her darnest to run away from you as soon as possible..
.. only to immediately fall face-first into the sand after two steps with a yelp.
(Clearly someone isn't used to cowboy boots.)
Maybe help her? Ask what's up with that attempt to flee? Please don't abandon her in the desert. ]
( 2. a little lost (later) )
[ Navigating the desert certainly is not Olympia's strong suit. It doesn't help that her mind is very distracted with the many questions she has about this situation, and the dehydratation and disorientation are also not contributors to getting to town safely in the slightest.
It means that, even if you ran into Olympia in the desert and you're now both traveling through the sand together, you might just not reach the town in time. The sun is lowering in the sky, further and further, and it's like there's suddenly more cacti around.
Perhaps that's not too odd - Olympia sure isn't questioning it, instead seeming to focus on just continuing to walk the best she can - until.. you know. They start moving.
It's something the girl notices too, and no matter whether you have or haven't been able to provide her with some answers so far, she will look to you for those right now anyway. Because she's staring over at you with big, worried eyes, asking: ]
A-- Are they supposed to move?
[ She knows nothing, okay! Please tell her you know something. ]
( 3. face your fears )
[ Maybe you were just trying to enjoy a meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, whichever-- there's no judgement here on what time you pick to have your meal of choice.
It's what Olympia was trying to do too, after all. One moment the dining room at the hotel is quiet, maybe with some people talking, most people just trying to eat their food.. And the next moment the white-haired girl is suddenly rising from the spot she was sitting with a strange intensity, her stool sliding backwards with the sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard.
The next moment she's shaking her head, shouting loudly: ]
I.. I'm not!
[ Maybe you turn your head to look, check to see what's going on - but it very much looks like the girl is staring in horror at nothing at all. And yet she's taking a few steps backwards all the same, like she's trying to flee something-- even if it means she's heading right for that stool that's still standing behind her, probably about to trip over it without realising.
This is your chance to be a hero. Or-- you know, your chance to watch her fall. Maybe it'll be funny. ]
olympia | olympia soiree
[ Waking up in the desert when you have no idea what a desert even is is already one thing. One problem, one might say. The lack of water, the scorching sun, the kind-of-ominous vultures? Also all problems. Not being able to remember much of anything? Probably the biggest problem of all.
One might think that, under these circumstances, a person would be glad to spot another person after what feels like an eternity. Maybe hoping said other person has some water, or that said other person actually knows where they are.
If you are said other person, however, you might spot the white-haired girl wandering the desert by herself. She clearly does spot you, judging by how her eyes grow to about the size of teacups in surprise the moment she looks at you. But rather than approaching you, the girl does something else entirely.
She turns heel and looks like she's trying her darnest to run away from you as soon as possible..
.. only to immediately fall face-first into the sand after two steps with a yelp.
(Clearly someone isn't used to cowboy boots.)
Maybe help her? Ask what's up with that attempt to flee? Please don't abandon her in the desert. ]
( 2. a little lost (later) )
[ Navigating the desert certainly is not Olympia's strong suit. It doesn't help that her mind is very distracted with the many questions she has about this situation, and the dehydratation and disorientation are also not contributors to getting to town safely in the slightest.
It means that, even if you ran into Olympia in the desert and you're now both traveling through the sand together, you might just not reach the town in time. The sun is lowering in the sky, further and further, and it's like there's suddenly more cacti around.
Perhaps that's not too odd - Olympia sure isn't questioning it, instead seeming to focus on just continuing to walk the best she can - until.. you know. They start moving.
It's something the girl notices too, and no matter whether you have or haven't been able to provide her with some answers so far, she will look to you for those right now anyway. Because she's staring over at you with big, worried eyes, asking: ]
A-- Are they supposed to move?
[ She knows nothing, okay! Please tell her you know something. ]
( 3. face your fears )
[ Maybe you were just trying to enjoy a meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, whichever-- there's no judgement here on what time you pick to have your meal of choice.
It's what Olympia was trying to do too, after all. One moment the dining room at the hotel is quiet, maybe with some people talking, most people just trying to eat their food.. And the next moment the white-haired girl is suddenly rising from the spot she was sitting with a strange intensity, her stool sliding backwards with the sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard.
The next moment she's shaking her head, shouting loudly: ]
I.. I'm not!
[ Maybe you turn your head to look, check to see what's going on - but it very much looks like the girl is staring in horror at nothing at all. And yet she's taking a few steps backwards all the same, like she's trying to flee something-- even if it means she's heading right for that stool that's still standing behind her, probably about to trip over it without realising.
This is your chance to be a hero. Or-- you know, your chance to watch her fall. Maybe it'll be funny. ]