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Rogiers Odd Encounter Sr Neha 241113
On a stormy night, Rogier finds himself intrigued by an unusual thumping noise against the side of his houseboat, where he resides in a bedroom marked by its simplistic modernist decor and a striking panoramic window. As the rain pours down relentlessly, the sound amid the cacophony of typical nautical noises draws Rogier out of bed, away from his casual artistic endeavors. Cloaked in a hoodie, he ventures outside, curious about the source. Despite the enveloping darkness and his own limited vision, Rogier's determination leads him to the boat's stern. He leans over the railing, peering into the abyssal black waters below, driven by a mix of bravery and perhaps a bit of foolhardy curiosity, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, possibly adventurous, like a giant turtle.
However, what emerges from the depths is far from Rogier's whimsical musings. A sudden, more violent thump than the previous ones rocks the boat dramatically, almost sending Rogier overboard if not for his firm grip on the railing. This disturbance is followed by a large wave crashing onto the deck, depositing an unexpected visitor— a man, completely drenched, equipped with a snorkel and swimming goggles, which are now disarranged by the ordeal. This stranger, having barely made it onto Rogier’s boat, begins to expel water violently, suffering from the near-drowning experience. The night's quiet exploration turns into an abrupt and chaotic rescue as Rogier is faced with the immediate need to aid this soaked and bewildered individual, now sprawled on his deck and struggling to breathe. The rain, unyielding as ever, appears as a trivial concern compared to the human life suddenly thrust into Rogier’s care.
(Rogier's odd encounter(SRNeha):SRNeha)
[Tue Nov 12 2024]
In a ramshackle bedroom
This bedroom is sparsely decorated, and rather modernist. A large panoramic window covers the entire east side of the room sports a panoramic window, halfway clean. A wall bed hides away in the north wall, dropped down, and lined with crisp purple sheets and blankets. The floor is made from linoleum tiling, and the walls are plated with faux wood. There's a low wall under the window, bulging half a foot out, with an accompanying lip over the window. A table rests on the western side of the bed, carrying a forty inch television, a CD player, and an Xbox Series S, no doubt for the sake of entertainment.
Overall, this is more akin to a coffin on the water than a bedroom.
It is night, about 45F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Rain patters down like tears shed by the darkened skies overhead upon the roof of Rogier's bedroom, a soothing pitter-patter of the wailing firmament, seeming unceasing and unebbing in its perpetual grief. The houseboat rocks to and fro above the surface of the water, a back-and-forth that must barely even register to Rogier's ears at this point. There's the occasional creak of wood, a steady dripping from a leak somewhere nearby, a splashing of waves against the hull - the usual sounds.
Then, above it all, is a thump-thump-thump-thump, a rhythmic, weak sound that jars the side of his houseboat. Something in the water, perhaps? It's sounding like it might be. Maybe it's a giant turtle. Surely Rogier's always wanted to see a giant turtle. There is, however, nothing to be seen from the large window.
Letting out a yawn as he's roused from his sleepy doodling, Rogier sets his tablet down and slides out of bed, stretching out his arms and his back. If he was being honest, he hadn't been paying much attention to what he was drawing - not commission work, or really character art at all. Just nice colours and patterns. There wasn't a lot of money to be made with art like that, but it was a nice way to unwind... when you didn't have King Neptune knocking on your walls.
He throws on his hoodie and zips it shut before he climbs up onto the boat stern, trotting on over to the railing - which he takes care to keep good hold of - before he peers over the edge of the boat into the dark water. He'd been told not to stare into the ocean at night, but hey, he wasn't just letting himself be hypnotised... he was actually looking for something. Whatever was making that noise. Alas, it is dark, and Rogier's eyesight isn't the strongest in the world, either.
It really is dark. Rogier should maybe invest in a light out here, or get a torch, or anything at all that would let him actually look at things instead of squinting blindly into the darkness and hoping for the best. The churning waves are made all the more lively by the deluge of rain falling down into them, and at first - or even at a second, or a third glance - there's absolutely nothing else to be seen down there. No hint of color brightens the abyssal depths, no life stirs within the pelagic realm, and then-
The next 'thump' comes with a violent rocking of his boat that threatens to send Rogier flying into the ocean, and he's barely given enough time to react - good thing he was holding onto the railing like a lifeline - before a large wave splashes onto the deck, bringing with it a passenger who lands on the wooden platform with enough force to send the boat rocking again, before he starts to cough and splutter, curling up on his side. His snorkel is askew, as are his swimming goggles, and there's only a single moment of warning Rogier gets before the man is throwing up water all over his deck, hacking and coughing and generally trying to clear water from his lungs, entirely drenched as expected. It can't be a fun time, especially considering how cold it's gotten these days. At least the rain will wash all the throw-up away?
However, what emerges from the depths is far from Rogier's whimsical musings. A sudden, more violent thump than the previous ones rocks the boat dramatically, almost sending Rogier overboard if not for his firm grip on the railing. This disturbance is followed by a large wave crashing onto the deck, depositing an unexpected visitor— a man, completely drenched, equipped with a snorkel and swimming goggles, which are now disarranged by the ordeal. This stranger, having barely made it onto Rogier’s boat, begins to expel water violently, suffering from the near-drowning experience. The night's quiet exploration turns into an abrupt and chaotic rescue as Rogier is faced with the immediate need to aid this soaked and bewildered individual, now sprawled on his deck and struggling to breathe. The rain, unyielding as ever, appears as a trivial concern compared to the human life suddenly thrust into Rogier’s care.
(Rogier's odd encounter(SRNeha):SRNeha)
[Tue Nov 12 2024]
In a ramshackle bedroom
This bedroom is sparsely decorated, and rather modernist. A large panoramic window covers the entire east side of the room sports a panoramic window, halfway clean. A wall bed hides away in the north wall, dropped down, and lined with crisp purple sheets and blankets. The floor is made from linoleum tiling, and the walls are plated with faux wood. There's a low wall under the window, bulging half a foot out, with an accompanying lip over the window. A table rests on the western side of the bed, carrying a forty inch television, a CD player, and an Xbox Series S, no doubt for the sake of entertainment.
Overall, this is more akin to a coffin on the water than a bedroom.
It is night, about 45F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Rain patters down like tears shed by the darkened skies overhead upon the roof of Rogier's bedroom, a soothing pitter-patter of the wailing firmament, seeming unceasing and unebbing in its perpetual grief. The houseboat rocks to and fro above the surface of the water, a back-and-forth that must barely even register to Rogier's ears at this point. There's the occasional creak of wood, a steady dripping from a leak somewhere nearby, a splashing of waves against the hull - the usual sounds.
Then, above it all, is a thump-thump-thump-thump, a rhythmic, weak sound that jars the side of his houseboat. Something in the water, perhaps? It's sounding like it might be. Maybe it's a giant turtle. Surely Rogier's always wanted to see a giant turtle. There is, however, nothing to be seen from the large window.
Letting out a yawn as he's roused from his sleepy doodling, Rogier sets his tablet down and slides out of bed, stretching out his arms and his back. If he was being honest, he hadn't been paying much attention to what he was drawing - not commission work, or really character art at all. Just nice colours and patterns. There wasn't a lot of money to be made with art like that, but it was a nice way to unwind... when you didn't have King Neptune knocking on your walls.
He throws on his hoodie and zips it shut before he climbs up onto the boat stern, trotting on over to the railing - which he takes care to keep good hold of - before he peers over the edge of the boat into the dark water. He'd been told not to stare into the ocean at night, but hey, he wasn't just letting himself be hypnotised... he was actually looking for something. Whatever was making that noise. Alas, it is dark, and Rogier's eyesight isn't the strongest in the world, either.
It really is dark. Rogier should maybe invest in a light out here, or get a torch, or anything at all that would let him actually look at things instead of squinting blindly into the darkness and hoping for the best. The churning waves are made all the more lively by the deluge of rain falling down into them, and at first - or even at a second, or a third glance - there's absolutely nothing else to be seen down there. No hint of color brightens the abyssal depths, no life stirs within the pelagic realm, and then-
The next 'thump' comes with a violent rocking of his boat that threatens to send Rogier flying into the ocean, and he's barely given enough time to react - good thing he was holding onto the railing like a lifeline - before a large wave splashes onto the deck, bringing with it a passenger who lands on the wooden platform with enough force to send the boat rocking again, before he starts to cough and splutter, curling up on his side. His snorkel is askew, as are his swimming goggles, and there's only a single moment of warning Rogier gets before the man is throwing up water all over his deck, hacking and coughing and generally trying to clear water from his lungs, entirely drenched as expected. It can't be a fun time, especially considering how cold it's gotten these days. At least the rain will wash all the throw-up away?