Well, all of this had been a surprise. Then again, waking up had been a surprise in the first place, so Summer'd really gone through everything else in kind of a haze of "sure, okay, why not?". After all, why make a fuss out of things like unfamiliar technology or people who looked way more animalistic than any faunus she'd ever met when you were dead?
She's still not entirely certain this isn't the afterlife, but whether it is or not, there's no reason not to put her best foot forward. So once the introduction is taken care of and she's found her way to the apartments set aside for new arrivals, she picks out an unoccupied set of rooms and gets to moving in.
A short while later, she steps out, humming to herself thoughtfully, and begins a search for someone to talk to. Whether it's someone else stepping out of their apartment into the hallways or someone she bumps into on the street, her reaction is the same. A warm smile, and a question.
"Oh, hello! Do you have a moment? I'm wondering where I can find a decent flower boutique around here to spruce up my new... home?"
Feathery Menaces
Though she's more than willing to get rid of all other types of feathers, Summer has an unfortunate attachment to the black ones. Although it's just one color, she still is slowly gathering up a small box's worth of the things... and that's more than enough to get to her.
She's starting to jump at flaps of wings no one else can here, caws echoing where there don't seem to be any birds... and strangest of all, what seem to be one-winged Nevermore stalking her just out of the corner of her eye.
The result is that the poor woman is becoming very frazzled and panicky, and with her long-standing huntress reflexes and the very large knife in her hand... that's not a good combination. Maybe approach her (carefully) and try to calm her down?
Got Milk? (CW: Lactation)
Octopus has never been one of Summer's favorite foods, but she doesn't hate it, this sounds like fun, and she's a little curious. So here she is, playing the flute... inexpertly, trying to lure the creatures to her. She just about has one close enough to make a grab for it-
And she blows a little too hard, causing it to abruptly jump and squirt her. Now, if it had landed on her white cloak, that would hardly be a problem, but nope! Right on her top. Which is black. Terrific.
"Oh, that's... going to take some doing to get out." She grumbles, glaring down at the offending garment. "I guess I'll need to-" Her thinking out loud is interrupted by a strange, but familiar feeling. That's odd, she hasn't felt that sort of pressure since Ruby-
Oh. Well, this is going to be awkward. She folds her arms over her chest with a flush and starts to back away from the water. Hopefully she won't bump into anybody as she tries to figure out what she's going to do now...
Help Wanted
There's a wide difference between knowing field medicine and qualifying to be a nurse, but thankfully the hospital needs plenty of hands right now for other things entirely, and Summer's more than happy to help. Cleaning up has become something relaxing for her, which by this point she can very much use. It's been awkward at best adapting to this new place.
And then she suddenly finds herself being attacked by sentient crystals shooting spears at her.
At this point Summer Rose has officially had enough. Eyes narrowing in what her team would recognize as her "leader glare", she takes a deep breath and pulls out a large knife from the folds of her cloak.
And proceeds to start methodically stabbing the nearest crystalline structure. "No, no, I am done with random objects trying to attack me today, thank you very much!"
Wildcard:
Pick something else! I'm wide open.
[OOC: I'm... reasonably certain Summer's not actually appable, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, right? Come and play with Supermom!]
Summer Rose | RWBY | Sanguis
Well, all of this had been a surprise. Then again, waking up had been a surprise in the first place, so Summer'd really gone through everything else in kind of a haze of "sure, okay, why not?". After all, why make a fuss out of things like unfamiliar technology or people who looked way more animalistic than any faunus she'd ever met when you were dead?
She's still not entirely certain this isn't the afterlife, but whether it is or not, there's no reason not to put her best foot forward. So once the introduction is taken care of and she's found her way to the apartments set aside for new arrivals, she picks out an unoccupied set of rooms and gets to moving in.
A short while later, she steps out, humming to herself thoughtfully, and begins a search for someone to talk to. Whether it's someone else stepping out of their apartment into the hallways or someone she bumps into on the street, her reaction is the same. A warm smile, and a question.
"Oh, hello! Do you have a moment? I'm wondering where I can find a decent flower boutique around here to spruce up my new... home?"
Feathery Menaces
Though she's more than willing to get rid of all other types of feathers, Summer has an unfortunate attachment to the black ones. Although it's just one color, she still is slowly gathering up a small box's worth of the things... and that's more than enough to get to her.
She's starting to jump at flaps of wings no one else can here, caws echoing where there don't seem to be any birds... and strangest of all, what seem to be one-winged Nevermore stalking her just out of the corner of her eye.
The result is that the poor woman is becoming very frazzled and panicky, and with her long-standing huntress reflexes and the very large knife in her hand... that's not a good combination. Maybe approach her (carefully) and try to calm her down?
Got Milk? (CW: Lactation)
Octopus has never been one of Summer's favorite foods, but she doesn't hate it, this sounds like fun, and she's a little curious. So here she is, playing the flute... inexpertly, trying to lure the creatures to her. She just about has one close enough to make a grab for it-
And she blows a little too hard, causing it to abruptly jump and squirt her. Now, if it had landed on her white cloak, that would hardly be a problem, but nope! Right on her top. Which is black. Terrific.
"Oh, that's... going to take some doing to get out." She grumbles, glaring down at the offending garment. "I guess I'll need to-" Her thinking out loud is interrupted by a strange, but familiar feeling. That's odd, she hasn't felt that sort of pressure since Ruby-
Oh. Well, this is going to be awkward. She folds her arms over her chest with a flush and starts to back away from the water. Hopefully she won't bump into anybody as she tries to figure out what she's going to do now...
Help Wanted
There's a wide difference between knowing field medicine and qualifying to be a nurse, but thankfully the hospital needs plenty of hands right now for other things entirely, and Summer's more than happy to help. Cleaning up has become something relaxing for her, which by this point she can very much use. It's been awkward at best adapting to this new place.
And then she suddenly finds herself being attacked by sentient crystals shooting spears at her.
At this point Summer Rose has officially had enough. Eyes narrowing in what her team would recognize as her "leader glare", she takes a deep breath and pulls out a large knife from the folds of her cloak.
And proceeds to start methodically stabbing the nearest crystalline structure. "No, no, I am done with random objects trying to attack me today, thank you very much!"
Wildcard:
Pick something else! I'm wide open.
[OOC: I'm... reasonably certain Summer's not actually appable, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, right? Come and play with Supermom!]