[ The strange alignment of sagging boards haphazardly supporting her weight is by far the most peculiar feeling that's ever startled Naminé out of her sleep. And it is a startle; she jerks awake all at once, hands naturally seeking purchase on whatever it is that's beneath her as her mind tries to make sense of what it's perceiving. Something slides down her side, landing in the shallow water at the bottom of the boat with a splash that only serves to make her flinch. The tiny vessel sways disconcertingly as she tries to get some part of herself upright, at least enough to see anything more than the unfamiliar expanse of sky above her.
But once she's seated awkwardly on one of the uneven, rotting planks and as level as can be managed, she finds no comfort in the knowledge of her surroundings. The trees are pretty enough; the cabins are picturesque. But the lake… just so happens to be all around her. Her head turns sharply, her hair unsettled from her shoulder, but looking is a fool's errand; in every direction, there's more water. And that would be fine, except for the fact that she can't swim.
Panic rises briefly in her chest as she double-checks over her shoulder, just in case there was somehow less liquid that direction. That goes about as well as could be expected, and with that option exhausted, Naminé remembers the only other information she's been presented with so far. Glancing down, she has to shift her legs out of the way to spot the phone lying on the decrepit wood making up the base of the boat, miraculously spared the fate of sliding through the nearby gap and sinking into the depths of the lake. With some hesitation, she fishes the device out, looks at a loss for a moment, then finally elects to carefully wipe it off on her otherwise dry dress.
Which leaves the question of what to do. Because she has to do something, doesn't she - and a cursory re-search of the area informs her that there is a paddle for this boat, it's just... floating on the surface of the water some distance away. It doesn't get any closer when she stares at it forlornly for a moment, and so begins her rather nerve-wracking effort to maneuver her weight in some way that won't tip the boat over as she tries to reach for the only method she has to get herself to shore.
It might be a bad idea to distract her. Her balance is looking pretty iffy, there. ]
[ || B. GAS STATION
[ There's ice cream.
This fact shouldn't be surprising to anyone who's ever been to a gas station convenience store, but looking at this girl, you'd think it was some kind of tremendous revelation. She's certainly been standing there staring at it long enough, lingering in front of the cooler like some kind of pathetic, sad-eyed wraith cursed to be forever unable to open doors or process dairy. Naminé looks the part, anyway, with her vaguely damp white dress and skinny, empty-handed limbs. Seriously, you'd think she'd have picked up at least a few other things by now, but it seems she's rather distracted with the concept of sweets.
So. Hope you didn't want ice cream, because she's kind of in the way. ]
[ || C. WILDCARD
[ Choose your own adventure! It can be related to these prompts or something else entirely. She'll be wandering around a lot, so go crazy. ]
Naminé | OPEN
[ The strange alignment of sagging boards haphazardly supporting her weight is by far the most peculiar feeling that's ever startled Naminé out of her sleep. And it is a startle; she jerks awake all at once, hands naturally seeking purchase on whatever it is that's beneath her as her mind tries to make sense of what it's perceiving. Something slides down her side, landing in the shallow water at the bottom of the boat with a splash that only serves to make her flinch. The tiny vessel sways disconcertingly as she tries to get some part of herself upright, at least enough to see anything more than the unfamiliar expanse of sky above her.
But once she's seated awkwardly on one of the uneven, rotting planks and as level as can be managed, she finds no comfort in the knowledge of her surroundings. The trees are pretty enough; the cabins are picturesque. But the lake… just so happens to be all around her. Her head turns sharply, her hair unsettled from her shoulder, but looking is a fool's errand; in every direction, there's more water. And that would be fine, except for the fact that she can't swim.
Panic rises briefly in her chest as she double-checks over her shoulder, just in case there was somehow less liquid that direction. That goes about as well as could be expected, and with that option exhausted, Naminé remembers the only other information she's been presented with so far. Glancing down, she has to shift her legs out of the way to spot the phone lying on the decrepit wood making up the base of the boat, miraculously spared the fate of sliding through the nearby gap and sinking into the depths of the lake. With some hesitation, she fishes the device out, looks at a loss for a moment, then finally elects to carefully wipe it off on her otherwise dry dress.
Which leaves the question of what to do. Because she has to do something, doesn't she - and a cursory re-search of the area informs her that there is a paddle for this boat, it's just... floating on the surface of the water some distance away. It doesn't get any closer when she stares at it forlornly for a moment, and so begins her rather nerve-wracking effort to maneuver her weight in some way that won't tip the boat over as she tries to reach for the only method she has to get herself to shore.
It might be a bad idea to distract her. Her balance is looking pretty iffy, there. ]
[ || B. GAS STATION
[ There's ice cream.
This fact shouldn't be surprising to anyone who's ever been to a gas station convenience store, but looking at this girl, you'd think it was some kind of tremendous revelation. She's certainly been standing there staring at it long enough, lingering in front of the cooler like some kind of pathetic, sad-eyed wraith cursed to be forever unable to open doors or process dairy. Naminé looks the part, anyway, with her vaguely damp white dress and skinny, empty-handed limbs. Seriously, you'd think she'd have picked up at least a few other things by now, but it seems she's rather distracted with the concept of sweets.
So. Hope you didn't want ice cream, because she's kind of in the way. ]
[ || C. WILDCARD
[ Choose your own adventure! It can be related to these prompts or something else entirely. She'll be wandering around a lot, so go crazy. ]