Come Sail Away With Me! [We're on a boat called the Titanic. Half the people here are judgemental NPCs, and the other half are either brainwashed or gawking at all the old-timey stuff. In any other circumstance, Kokichi would have assumed this was just another event.
A few things are throwing him off, though. For one, that is definitely not his phone in his luggage. He also doesn't think he knows anyone who has been on the Titanic, and the sea around him is devoid of glaciers and making him feel... Weird...
He staggers back inside, stepping over bits of debris that's not really there. At this point he's so used to weird scenery that he manages to act calmer than he actually feels so he can find someone who doesn't think they belong here. May as well ask anyone he sees who doesn't look like a background extra.]
Hey! You have any idea what's going on around here?
What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor? [Eventually, he realizes he's not in Wonderland anymore.
Just his luck! He was preparing to deal with an abomination in one world only to get sucked into another. Not that life was ever that fair to begin with, but now he has to start over from square one.
At least he can make the most of a prolonged cruise before the boat sinks. The rowdy parties in the storage room are to his personal taste, but there are dazzling ballrooms and forbidden employee areas he's just too low on the pecking order to get into. But since when has a little thing like fabricated class systems ever stopped him from trying?
That is how he found himself breaking into the crates while all the third class peeps are partying away. He's rifling through the contents, putting the fancy artwork to the side and searching for some fancy clothes from the first class. Not that he's having much luck here either; he's cursing his smaller stature as he sneers at suits too large for him and childish sailor suits that need a larger upper class friend to help-
He hears someone's footsteps. He quickly tosses the clothes back into the crate and scampers off to hide.]
Deerfeed. UN: Stinkbug [When he's not destroying the storage room or trying to go where he doesn't belong, he's testing the waters on the local network.]
Hi. I'm new here. Are we all supposed to be on an old ship, or did this place just dump us onboard for a while?
Wildcard ((canonpoint is postgame in DRV3, and right before he was dropped from Entranceway. Yes, another weirdo from Wonderland.))
Kokichi Oma | DRV3 | Entranceway CRAU
[We're on a boat called the Titanic. Half the people here are judgemental NPCs, and the other half are either brainwashed or gawking at all the old-timey stuff. In any other circumstance, Kokichi would have assumed this was just another event.
A few things are throwing him off, though. For one, that is definitely not his phone in his luggage. He also doesn't think he knows anyone who has been on the Titanic, and the sea around him is devoid of glaciers and making him feel... Weird...
He staggers back inside, stepping over bits of debris that's not really there. At this point he's so used to weird scenery that he manages to act calmer than he actually feels so he can find someone who doesn't think they belong here. May as well ask anyone he sees who doesn't look like a background extra.]
Hey! You have any idea what's going on around here?
What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?
[Eventually, he realizes he's not in Wonderland anymore.
Just his luck! He was preparing to deal with an abomination in one world only to get sucked into another. Not that life was ever that fair to begin with, but now he has to start over from square one.
At least he can make the most of a prolonged cruise before the boat sinks. The rowdy parties in the storage room are to his personal taste, but there are dazzling ballrooms and forbidden employee areas he's just too low on the pecking order to get into. But since when has a little thing like fabricated class systems ever stopped him from trying?
That is how he found himself breaking into the crates while all the third class peeps are partying away. He's rifling through the contents, putting the fancy artwork to the side and searching for some fancy clothes from the first class. Not that he's having much luck here either; he's cursing his smaller stature as he sneers at suits too large for him and childish sailor suits that need a larger upper class friend to help-
He hears someone's footsteps. He quickly tosses the clothes back into the crate and scampers off to hide.]
Deerfeed. UN: Stinkbug
[When he's not destroying the storage room or trying to go where he doesn't belong, he's testing the waters on the local network.]
Hi. I'm new here. Are we all supposed to be on an old ship, or did this place just dump us onboard for a while?
Wildcard
((canonpoint is postgame in DRV3, and right before he was dropped from Entranceway. Yes, another weirdo from Wonderland.))