The Beach, Thursday Morning

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Water. Just as had been the trend lately, Fjord dreamed of water. A darkness so thick he couldn't begin to guess at which way the surface was, or whether there was any surface to be found. A crushing pressure, a cold that seemed to seep into his every pore, and the thick, heavy feeling of ocean brine in his lungs, moving in and out of him with no effort at all, today. His mouth was open, rows of jagged teeth punctuated by curving tusks that could have given somebody a very, very bad time, if he saw need to use them. He breathed that water in, or swallowed it, but it never quite seemed to cause him discomfort, filtering out through gills just behind a graying jawline that was slightly more angular than usual.

( A dream. )

Fjord awoke on the beach in the darkness, the rumbling of waves breaking against the shore filling his senses. His head felt as though something had been carving into it, eating it from the inside out. He rolled over and coughed, choked up seawater tinted red, and then grabbed at the sides of his head and shook.

His falchion sat next to him in the sand, just a normal sword, the blade broken in two.

[OOC: Hi I am having fun with Eldritch horrors. The beach is open! Fjord is on day two of the infection, so expect a violent half-orc making swift strides toward monstertown today!]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

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Peter was a little concerned about what was going on on the island this week, but he figured movie night was as good an excuse as any to check up on people. So, here he was. There were chips and popcorn and drinks and a fun and not too serious movie.

He waited to welcome anybody who showed up, and did his best to set up a safe place meanwhile.