He's managed to put together a backpack of provisions - that's the easy part. Whatever space he has left, he puts some of the sand in. Emphasis on some. He still has a lot left to carry and stares down at the dilemma that is the rest of his bag of sand on the ground with his hands on his hips. He isn't strong enough to carry the rest of the bag, but he could drag it. Maybe. He tries pulling the sandbag across the ground, travels about three whole steps before he has to stop to catch his breath back. His fitness is terrible thanks to being more interested playing D&D in his basement than playing sports...
How long was this trip going to be again? Wasn't it days?Shit. Mike is just going to write out a sign using a piece of cardboard, hoping someone will take pity on him: ]
WILL TRADE DINOSAUR FOR HELP WITH SAND
( B: THE STARRY NIGHT )
[ Mike has never actually camped under a night sky before, especially with so many stars up there. Despite being tired from the journey thus far, learning about the constellations is keeping him awake.
Sitting by the campfire, he'll ask via his device, pointing up to the sky: ]
Which one is your favorite?
( C: I'M A CELEBRITY CHILD, GET ME OUT OF HERE )
[ Crouched behind a car, witnessing "the young" of the sound eaters is chilling enough, but the other types have Mike covering his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle his sudden frantic breathing. Holy shit, they could give the Demogorgon a run for its money. He'd wanted to know what they look like, but he almost wishes they were still a mystery to him.
So startled by their appearance, a wide-eyed Mike recoils backwards without looking, stumbling into your character. ]
( D: SPLASH FIGHT )
[ As spooked as Mike is from observing the sound eaters, as soon as they're back in Reims and he sees native children playing in the rain, he can't help but join in and encourage the more reserved to make noise while they have the opportunity.
It's not just the native children Mike wants to play with, though. With his clothes and hair soaked from rain water (he's probably going to get ill), he'll kick at a puddle with his sneakers, splashing your character with a grin, regardless of whether they look like they want to mess around or not. Splash back or tell him off, your choice! ]
mike wheeler | open to all!
[ Sometimes it sucks being a kid with no muscles.
He's managed to put together a backpack of provisions - that's the easy part. Whatever space he has left, he puts some of the sand in. Emphasis on some. He still has a lot left to carry and stares down at the dilemma that is the rest of his bag of sand on the ground with his hands on his hips. He isn't strong enough to carry the rest of the bag, but he could drag it. Maybe. He tries pulling the sandbag across the ground, travels about three whole steps before he has to stop to catch his breath back. His fitness is terrible thanks to being more interested playing D&D in his basement than playing sports...
How long was this trip going to be again? Wasn't it days? Shit. Mike is just going to write out a sign using a piece of cardboard, hoping someone will take pity on him: ]
WILL TRADE DINOSAUR FOR HELP WITH SAND
( B: THE STARRY NIGHT )
[ Mike has never actually camped under a night sky before, especially with so many stars up there. Despite being tired from the journey thus far, learning about the constellations is keeping him awake.
Sitting by the campfire, he'll ask via his device, pointing up to the sky: ]
Which one is your favorite?
( C: I'M A
CELEBRITYCHILD, GET ME OUT OF HERE )[ Crouched behind a car, witnessing "the young" of the sound eaters is chilling enough, but the other types have Mike covering his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle his sudden frantic breathing. Holy shit, they could give the Demogorgon a run for its money. He'd wanted to know what they look like, but he almost wishes they were still a mystery to him.
So startled by their appearance, a wide-eyed Mike recoils backwards without looking, stumbling into your character. ]
( D: SPLASH FIGHT )
[ As spooked as Mike is from observing the sound eaters, as soon as they're back in Reims and he sees native children playing in the rain, he can't help but join in and encourage the more reserved to make noise while they have the opportunity.
It's not just the native children Mike wants to play with, though. With his clothes and hair soaked from rain water (he's probably going to get ill), he'll kick at a puddle with his sneakers, splashing your character with a grin, regardless of whether they look like they want to mess around or not. Splash back or tell him off, your choice! ]