"Nice to meetcha, Misters Len and Lou - can I call you Lou?" She took Louise's extended hand and gave it a firm shake. Maybe he wasn't so bad after, despite his... eccentricities. Surely if he could get published, there must have been hidden depths to him. Well. Probably.
Letting go of Lou's hand, she turned to smile at the newly arrived groupmember, "Nice to meetcha as well, Miss Gwen!" Another handshake ensued. "Yep, pretty much all the time. 'course, we do have our time off like ya would anywhere else, but we also live here, so we're on premises. And can't say that I have, but that does sound mighty fun! I'm afraid all recording devices have to be confiscated for now, but don't ya worry, once we get to the exhibits ya won't even miss it. Trust me, they'll be takin' up plenty of your attention." A grin and a wink later, Hannah turned to face the rest of the group again. "Alright people, s'time to be moving along to the Convention Center. If ya'll will follow me this way, please..."
((Exit to Convention Center))
Staff Name: Hannah Everett Job Description: Security - Centaur Group Tour Guide Physical Description: Tanned skin, brown eyes and ash blonde-brown hair usually up in a high ponytail with bangs framing her face, Hannah is an athletic 26 year old woman of about 175 cm's height. Usually found loudly chewing some exotic flavour of bubblegum. Brief Character Profile: Hannah generally takes to everything in life with a constant cheerful vigour and dogged determination to get things done. She's very sociable and has an ill-hidden romantic streak a mile wide. Despite her demeanour, she's quite competent at her job.
((ALSO what park locations do you guys want to go to~? OuO))
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 5:16 am
AND SHE ENTERS Emilia's eyes glanced over the entire area while taking in large amounts of air to soother her nauseous feelings. Just as they got off the boat, she had immediately turned to vomit. Making sure that it was no where near Harlan Wimple so she may not get sued for 'Attacking with Wet Lumps of Ew.'
She still looks queasy but tries hard to keep whatever is left in her belly.. stay in her belly.
"Cryptozoology Quarterly featured my photos in its latest upcoming talent spread," Len told Louise, "and I had a blurb in the Fortean Times in March. The Alabama Skeptic did a piece on my photos, and couldn't find any evidence of photomanipulation, of course. I take pride in my methods and documentation. It's all real." He gave Louise a bright, not-totally-friendly smile. "So you're a writer? I'm working on a book myself."
Another person joined their little group, and Len gave her a covert once-over. He liked what he saw. Stylish, young, and hot, and also not too happy about her equipment being taken away. "I know," he chimed in sympathetically. "They took my camera, too. I don't know how I'm expected to function without it. Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn, I'm Len."
He gave their tour guide a dubious look as she asserted that they wouldn't even miss their stuff. That seemed unlikely. Nevertheless, it seemed they were moving on, and he followed the group.
[EXIT]
Guest Name: Leonard Dickens Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Painfully skinny, tall, and gangly, Len wears cargo pants, t-shirts with sayings he thinks are witty printed on them, and vests with lots of pockets. He wears oval, wire-framed glasses with thick lenses, and has dyed his short, messy hair a violent blue. Brief Character Profile: Len (not Lenny) is an amateur photographer who is best known for his photographs of cryptids. He spends his time researching and tracking down local legendary creatures, proving or debunking their existence. Len is opinionated and loud, interested in everything, and willing to ask nosy questions.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 8:02 am
Entering
"N-no! You can't, that's mine! My mother bought me that bag, and... well what am I supposed to do with this?! Write? You've got to be.. if anything happens to my things, I will not hesitate to press charges, I do hope you understand how sincere I am about that."
Harlan Wimple Attorney at Law approached the rest of his group, clutching in his hand the official WP stationary and writing utensil he'd been provided. In the shuffle, his toupee was currently resting on the crown of his skull, but he was far too distraught over the loss of his laptop bag, the laptop within, his phone and his recording device.
"This certainly isn't off to a good start," the short, slight man whined sourly as he straightened his glasses.
Lydia continued to hold her hand out, despite the fact that nobody appeared to be in any hurry to shake it, still beaming away like there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
She was used to being ignored. It was no big deal really~
It wasn't until their tour guide announced that it was time to leave that the woman finally let her arm collapse back down to her side, wondering if a stray booger might have still been on her hand and if that was the reason most were avoiding contact with her.
Rubbing her hand more throughly against the front of her tshirt, then lifting the hem up to wipe at her face for good measure, she began to plod along behind the others, loose boot laces slapping at her heels and messy ponytail bobbing behind her.
((Exiting to somewhere))
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession:Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing this t-shirt, short torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag which is filled with who knows what (definitely a ziplock of boogers). She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
She's a little...weird at times~
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Tenko72
Livid Peas
Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 10:16 am
Steve notices Emilia off vomiting near the boat and Mr. Wimple fighting and yelling about loosing his bag. He walks over to them " It most certainly is a good start, look no vomit on your shoes just on the ground there." he gives a smile and nod "Feeling better now are we Emillia?" He looks through the crowd to see if he can spot Bear, but with his luck Bear might of just jumped ship to go play with that tentacle thing for all he knew. He looks around for a few more seconds for his group when he see's a SUV with a gnome sticker on it. " That must be for us," he points, " I wanna sit by the window." he yells as he runs off leaving the rest of his group to catch up with him.
Oh, well, it can't be helped, deadlines are deadlines, Adam thought.
He thought the aquarium sounded like it was going to be exciting. If it was anything like the sight they saw on the way here, like the kraken and such, it was definitely going to be. He was positively beaming as he headed away from the docks with the rest of the group and its guides.
(Exit.)
Guest Name: Adam Terrani Guest Profession: Lawyer Physical Description: Brunette. Short, curly hair. Clean shaven. Italian. Flabby arms. Beer belly. Muscular legs. Suit, tie, dress shoes. Neon orange noise cancelling headphones. Brief Character Profile: He tends to be anxious. He seems like he's constantly in a hurry. Like he doesn't know how to relax. He loves talking. He loves the sound of his own voice. He can easily talk your ear off. It's hard to get a word in edgewise with him. He has botanophobia. Are they arriving with a buddy character? If so who: No Your AIM & Minipet SN: AIM: averyairdale, SN: Tenko72
Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 12:55 pm
ignore this one i screwed up and posted in wrong spot.
The bear of a man was not sure the shy cartoonist was ok, but he really hoped she was. He also felt it might be a bit too awkward to offer her his arm, they weren't in the 1800's. He glanced at her and away as he heard Steve, who he'd lost somewhere in the crowd of offloading the boat, proclaim he'd found their car.
Well perfect, except he ran for it. bear frowned and hurried after him. "Steve, DON'T RUN, You'll break your leg again!"
He also wanted a window seat too. Boats were one thing, but small enclosed vehicles made him claustrophobic. Windows helped. Rolled down windows were even better. He didn't care wear the stuffy lawyer sat, which with his character would end up the 'shotgun' seat. Too stuffy to drive himself, but still needing to be royalty.
Ooh wait, that might be so much fun.
"SHOTGUN!" Bear bellowed at the top of his lungs, making sure his seat was determined and clear. He grinned at the thought of Mr. Wimple wincing at the volume of his voice. And the no horseplay comments.
Exits to Gnome Car
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Eranas
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pinchmonster
Toshihiko Two
Inle-roo
Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:19 pm
Eyebrows raised, Tooly wondered how a lovebitten tour guide leading her groups would pan out. She was trying very hard not to giggle, and it resulted in a sudden case of the hiccups.
They lasted all the way to the convention center.
[Exit]
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 7:34 pm
Suddenly the guests were disembarking and Abigail, small as she was, got swept away in the oncoming tide of people. She lost sight of Mr. Wickett almost immediately, but, like the bravest of salmons, fought her way back to his side. And then kind of hid behind him until everyone had more or less settled and it was safe to come out.
Abigail peered cautiously around Mr. Wickett to ensure that no guests were suddenly going to pop out of nowhere. Feeling secure enough to move to his side, she stood up on her tiptoes and called out, "Um, excuse me, hello, yes, Gnome group people? Wherever you are? Hi, hello, yes, let's move to the conference center, okay? It's a bit, um, crowded in here!"
((Exiting to convention center))
Sorry it's a bit late!
Toshihiko Two
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Eranas
Vethrfolnir
Wingseagle
Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 7:38 pm
Wickett was, at least, tall and well-equipped for hiding behind.
He looked at the group with cool consternation, making sure everyone from the list was accounted for, and held the door open for Abigail.
Harlan trailed out after the others in his group, looking a little pale and a lot sweaty.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:19 pm
Ash took a quick headcount, and beamed. "Good we're all here! Then let's be off!!"
And with that, she followed closely after the others.
[Exiting]
OOC
Ashlyn Marie Connor Status: Staff - Handler - currently Centaur Group Tour Guide Physical Description: At 5'4, Ashlyn is a smaller waif of a thing, with sandy blonde hair pulled back into a shoulder-length ponytail, and bright grey-blue eyes. Personality: What Ash lacks in size, she makes up for in charisma. She is a cheerful and bubbly thing with a passion towards animals of all kinds; and to her simple mind the creatures of the park are nothing more than exotic new friends. Oh hi there Mr. Flappy Gills, how are you today?? ... aren't we just precious, yes we- Chomp. Owowowow, hey hey, what'd you do that for?? Bad fishie!
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:30 pm
Adler found his eyes narrowing a bit as the small collection of guides they had acquired rattled on about a few things (at least there were a few more introductions. And it seemed that the Narwhal person was apart of their group). Kraken. Right. Casually, his eyes shifted to the general area in which the very convincing tentacles had come out of the ocean to "grab" at their boat. Could be a hazard if whoever operated that wasn't careful. At the mention of the notebooks, he had his up and out and already taking notes.
So many liabilities right off the bat. The tall man could already feel questions and inquiries brewing in his head, but now as they were trying to collect in a cohesive group of unicorns it didn't seem to be the best of times. So, he followed the not so unicorn guide towards the convention center, jotting down a few things he could see.
