Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 16:45:50 GMT -5
In all his days of travelling, Oswald had been to many worlds. He'd seen the countless possibilities that were ever-present in one world or another. However, there were some new worlds that he'd chosen to steer clear of! Not that he was afraid to visit them ,but simply because there was a certain aura radiating off of them. He dubbed the Wierdosphere, encompassing all of those strange worlds that approaching would likely be a total and complete hassle. Whelp, no time like the present, eh? His first destination just had to be the strange place called 'She-booya'. He'd heard young punks using that word before, so he guessed this had to be some sort of hip, radical world of those strange surfer dudes that tended to hang out in almost any world where waves existed. Of course, at first glance, this strange world didn't seem like it'd be THAT sort of world. But appearances could be deceiving. He'd gone to Traverse Town thinking that there wouldn't be any traffic. He learned that the hard way. Especially when those spooky guys started causing trouble. But that was another story for another paragraph of exposition.
Indeed, it was for this very reason that I must inform you that Oswald found himself out of place. Within the darkness of a midnight-shrouded abandoned subway station in Shibuya, a pair of flickering lights came into view, shattering the darkness as something seemed to be coming into the station. It putted, it sputtered and it chugged along...chugging along until it was off the tracks, heading up a set of stairs and flowing along it like a trolley shaped snake - well, that does spoil it. Indeed it was, a strange trolley - the kind you'd see in pictures with your great-great grandmother - and it was seemingly pulling up into the dark streets of Shibuya where it certainly did not belong. As the two large headlights at the front slowly flickered off, an odd figure slid it's head out of it's confines to take a good look around, ears perked upwards as it took a good sweep of it's area. A confused set of black eyes peered around, fixed firmly within a black and white body that took to wearing what looked like a blue and yellow hawaiian shirt, oversized orange shades and what looked like a sunhat with holes cut out for his ears. The rabbit looked utterly confused, scratching the back of his head as he slid the hat right off. His ears conformed to the holes and let it off easily.
"Yikes, I think I might've gotten the wrong dress code." Not a grain of sand in sight or a single wave. This wasn't the Shi-booyah he was expecting. In fact, this place looked absolutely futuristic compared to what he was looking for. To be fair, it did certainly look snazzy, but cities weren't exactly Oswald's friend. No, not since his frequent run-ins with his brother-in-law did he like those places.
Ah well, when in Rome...or Shibuya, in this case. Stepping off of his Trolley, he chose to enact Plan B. Wander around in the cover of night with absolutely no form of stealth of subtlety, hoping to meet the inhabitants of this strange world on a dark night and greet them in what is sure to be the equivalent of a scream yourself awake nightmare or a very odd encounter for most.
Indeed, it was for this very reason that I must inform you that Oswald found himself out of place. Within the darkness of a midnight-shrouded abandoned subway station in Shibuya, a pair of flickering lights came into view, shattering the darkness as something seemed to be coming into the station. It putted, it sputtered and it chugged along...chugging along until it was off the tracks, heading up a set of stairs and flowing along it like a trolley shaped snake - well, that does spoil it. Indeed it was, a strange trolley - the kind you'd see in pictures with your great-great grandmother - and it was seemingly pulling up into the dark streets of Shibuya where it certainly did not belong. As the two large headlights at the front slowly flickered off, an odd figure slid it's head out of it's confines to take a good look around, ears perked upwards as it took a good sweep of it's area. A confused set of black eyes peered around, fixed firmly within a black and white body that took to wearing what looked like a blue and yellow hawaiian shirt, oversized orange shades and what looked like a sunhat with holes cut out for his ears. The rabbit looked utterly confused, scratching the back of his head as he slid the hat right off. His ears conformed to the holes and let it off easily.
"Yikes, I think I might've gotten the wrong dress code." Not a grain of sand in sight or a single wave. This wasn't the Shi-booyah he was expecting. In fact, this place looked absolutely futuristic compared to what he was looking for. To be fair, it did certainly look snazzy, but cities weren't exactly Oswald's friend. No, not since his frequent run-ins with his brother-in-law did he like those places.
Ah well, when in Rome...or Shibuya, in this case. Stepping off of his Trolley, he chose to enact Plan B. Wander around in the cover of night with absolutely no form of stealth of subtlety, hoping to meet the inhabitants of this strange world on a dark night and greet them in what is sure to be the equivalent of a scream yourself awake nightmare or a very odd encounter for most.