ⅴ┆a storm this way comes

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Did the weather forecast say something about having a nice sunny day today? Well, they were wrong!

Distant thunder can be heard over the journals, a storm is coming and it shows. There is a drop of water on the pages, then two... Then it seems someone left the tap open over the journal because it's suddenly pouring over it. Then the rain moves away but the thunder goes on and it can be heard passing by the corridors.

Hello people in the lobby, there is thunder and rain coming down the stairs. And at first you don't know who left the windows open, but apparently outside it's sunny and cloudless! So what the hell is going on?!

Oh, there seems to be your problem. Have a little stormy Ccloud coming from upstairs, moving slowly as clouds tend to move when there is a gentle breeze, only, there isn't any breeze coming from anywhere.

It must be your imagination but is that cloud a little spiky or something?

Huh... Run get your umbrellas!]


{{Loss start! There won't be journal replies but feel free to have your characters react to it and/or to find him passing by the corridors and lobby.}}

Comments

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Excuse him if he doesn't say hello... But he does stop next to her, hovers right in front of her and there is a little thunder as a reply. He's definitely not happy about this.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

Grumpy.

[She decides that describes it nicely, and closes her journal with a squelch.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Hey! It's not nice to wake up like a mass of stuff and water! But he gets the hint and stops the rain thing, still looking stormy enough.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

You'll run out of yourself.

[Tsk tsking at him, she tries to reach out and brush his lost water back into his cloudness.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Run out of himself? Oh, oh right! Hey, thanks. At least she knows how to treat a cloud.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

You're welcome~ [She beams] And maybe dust...

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Dust? Wait it's not only water?! Is that what she's talking about? Huh, the things one learns everyday.

Either way, she seems a little weird... but nice and somehow familiar, maybe he's talked to her before but can't really recall.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She claps her hands, letting dust float up from between them into his cloudness, giving the liquid particles to cling to.]

You are you and there was a book, maybe. It's so hard to find meetings.

[shrugs_a_lot]

[So he's talked to her before! Nice to meet you he'd say, but only distant thunder can be heard. Not menacing, more like the announcement of a nice rain during summer.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

A kind sound, does it need a sound in kind?

[She makes the effort to sound of thunder, but it's hard when she's not actually cloud-shaped.]