[SEMI-OPEN]

[acreage]

WHO: Amos Burton, James Holden, Wysteria, Ellis, and YOU
WHAT: Two spacemen fall out of a rift, later explore scenic Kirkwall
WHEN: Nnnnowish? Waves hands
WHERE: The Wounded Coast, then Kirkwall
NOTES: A closed arrival thread, plus open individual threads for meeting Amos and/or Jim after their quarantine period.

Comments

[heirring]

But the beach, though stony and overcast, is quiet save for the hiss of the surf and the shriek of offended birds.

Behind the shield (and the gentleman in possession of it), Wysteria lowers her aching hand with a nod and a brisk, "There. Well done."

And then, lest anyone think themselves safe simply because they aren't likely to be raked by claws or electrocuted by arcane lightning, Wysteria redirects her attention from the stitched together sky to the immediate question of—

"Miss Poppell," she says, by way of introduction as she makes to retrieve the shield from Holden's possession. "And this is Mr. Ellis. I gather the pair of you are familiar to one another already."

[heorte]

Mister Ellis, for his part, has stepped a few paces from Amos to shake gore from the points of his mace. He's clearly content to let Wysteria take the momentary lead in introductions, even if he's keeping both these men in his sights. If his steps have taken him back in Wysteria's direction, well, just a happy coincidence.