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{ MINI OPEN LOG } - weißt du wieviel sternlein stehen?
CHARACTERS: Hermann Gottlieb + 2 Available Tag-Ins
LOCATION: Steamhallow Express
DATE: Pre-Murder
CONTENT: Accomplishing a personal goal
WARNINGS: Will update depending on how things go!
Personal Goal: Create an epic storyline about your toys and tell it to a teammate.
[ It felt like any other business trip Hermann had taken before the Kaiju War. He sits quietly in one booth, head leaning against the window for him to enjoy the scenic splendour. The ocean ripples outwards from the sheer force and speed of the train. There is only the tranquil noise of silverware clinking together and quiet chatter among the passengers. Hermann knows he should drink up these brief moments before the actual work begins.
A sturdy leather brown messenger bag sits on his lap. The sort one might spot an academic running around with. But he neglects to spot the head of his toy robot jutting out from the side. His quiet little friend, always there to hear him ramble in the late hours of the night about his experiments.
His eyes glance inside to spot several familiar faces. All of whom are trying to be covert, blending in with the rest of the passengers. He knows how silly it will be, to tell some story about his friends resting inside his bag. His eyes return to the ocean. All in due time. ]
LOCATION: Steamhallow Express
DATE: Pre-Murder
CONTENT: Accomplishing a personal goal
WARNINGS: Will update depending on how things go!
Personal Goal: Create an epic storyline about your toys and tell it to a teammate.
[ It felt like any other business trip Hermann had taken before the Kaiju War. He sits quietly in one booth, head leaning against the window for him to enjoy the scenic splendour. The ocean ripples outwards from the sheer force and speed of the train. There is only the tranquil noise of silverware clinking together and quiet chatter among the passengers. Hermann knows he should drink up these brief moments before the actual work begins.
A sturdy leather brown messenger bag sits on his lap. The sort one might spot an academic running around with. But he neglects to spot the head of his toy robot jutting out from the side. His quiet little friend, always there to hear him ramble in the late hours of the night about his experiments.
His eyes glance inside to spot several familiar faces. All of whom are trying to be covert, blending in with the rest of the passengers. He knows how silly it will be, to tell some story about his friends resting inside his bag. His eyes return to the ocean. All in due time. ]