[ note--- haven't figured out magic or companion yet. orz ]
Soaking in Your Arrival
[ he doesn't have a second to react; rom is soaked and he's none too happy about that. wearing his normal rehearsal and stage outfit makes it less annoying than if he was plunged into the water with his work clothes on, but still? inconvenient and he's already pissed off.
treading water, he swims over to one of the jellies and immediately finds himself getting bounced into the air. with a surprised yelp, the myumon is bounced from jelly to jelly until he finally lands face first on the shore. tail sticking straight up, it only droops once he rolls over onto his back and takes a few breaths of air. ]
Dammit... where the hell am I?
[ and why is it so muggy? ]
Caravan to Camelot, I
[ at first he's slumped over in the caravan, but after a moment with some time with his new phone and his ear buds in (the human ones btw) he's already listening to some music that he can relax to. and by relax, rom's air drumming. it's probably the best way for him to cope in a situation like this; how many times has MIDI City been in peril from some kind of horrible darkness that requires friendship to defeat? one too many.
but he might be a little reckless once he gets into one of the more active parts--- not to mention he's not just air drumming with imaginary sticks! no, he's got a pair with him that he keeps with him at all times, even in the office. so be wary as he might try to hit a cymbal and end up almost smacking you in the head... ]
Hoist the Flags
[ rom's not bothered by the fact he has to help with the cleaning effort--- in fact, it's probably the most normal thing that's happened so far up to this point? yeah, it's on a ship and all but rom isn't new to putting a little bit of effort and some elbow grease in order to get something in shape. he's got muscles for a reason and it's not just for show; he'll just have to find ways to get them working. can't slack off just because you're in some new world--- routines are routines and missing a day would feel awful.
so, he gathers as much of the kelp as possible into his arms to the point where it makes his arms burn. he's ready to toss it off, taking slow and careful steps so that he doesn't slip. when rom's almost at the edge where he can safely unload it, maybe a few feet away, that's when disaster strikes in the form of a silent but deadly fish.
one foot on, he slides. the bundle flies up and over his head and it's all he can do but watch as it starts to descend on someone. ]
Watch out!
Beach Episode
[ again, rom's not going to go a day without working something out. the melons and the bats are a perfect way for him to, again, flex what he's worked hard to have. so raising one of the bats above his head, the man then immediately slams it down into the fruit sending copious amounts of broken rind and fruit all around him, including onto himself.
he does it again. and again, and again. just four. it's only because after the third, he realizes what kind of mess he's making and the amount of waste that might be had, too.
so with a sheepish grin, rom rubs the back of his head with his other hand. ]
Guess I should probably chill out.
[ but at least he has a lot of melon to share??? ]
Wildcard
[ idk just leave something here or pm me and we can figure stuff out ]
rom | show by rock!!
Soaking in Your Arrival
[ he doesn't have a second to react; rom is soaked and he's none too happy about that. wearing his normal rehearsal and stage outfit makes it less annoying than if he was plunged into the water with his work clothes on, but still? inconvenient and he's already pissed off.
treading water, he swims over to one of the jellies and immediately finds himself getting bounced into the air. with a surprised yelp, the myumon is bounced from jelly to jelly until he finally lands face first on the shore. tail sticking straight up, it only droops once he rolls over onto his back and takes a few breaths of air. ]
Dammit... where the hell am I?
[ and why is it so muggy? ]
Caravan to Camelot, I
[ at first he's slumped over in the caravan, but after a moment with some time with his new phone and his ear buds in (the human ones btw) he's already listening to some music that he can relax to. and by relax, rom's air drumming. it's probably the best way for him to cope in a situation like this; how many times has MIDI City been in peril from some kind of horrible darkness that requires friendship to defeat? one too many.
but he might be a little reckless once he gets into one of the more active parts--- not to mention he's not just air drumming with imaginary sticks! no, he's got a pair with him that he keeps with him at all times, even in the office. so be wary as he might try to hit a cymbal and end up almost smacking you in the head... ]
Hoist the Flags
[ rom's not bothered by the fact he has to help with the cleaning effort--- in fact, it's probably the most normal thing that's happened so far up to this point? yeah, it's on a ship and all but rom isn't new to putting a little bit of effort and some elbow grease in order to get something in shape. he's got muscles for a reason and it's not just for show; he'll just have to find ways to get them working. can't slack off just because you're in some new world--- routines are routines and missing a day would feel awful.
so, he gathers as much of the kelp as possible into his arms to the point where it makes his arms burn. he's ready to toss it off, taking slow and careful steps so that he doesn't slip. when rom's almost at the edge where he can safely unload it, maybe a few feet away, that's when disaster strikes in the form of a silent but deadly fish.
one foot on, he slides. the bundle flies up and over his head and it's all he can do but watch as it starts to descend on someone. ]
Watch out!
Beach Episode
[ again, rom's not going to go a day without working something out. the melons and the bats are a perfect way for him to, again, flex what he's worked hard to have. so raising one of the bats above his head, the man then immediately slams it down into the fruit sending copious amounts of broken rind and fruit all around him, including onto himself.
he does it again. and again, and again. just four. it's only because after the third, he realizes what kind of mess he's making and the amount of waste that might be had, too.
so with a sheepish grin, rom rubs the back of his head with his other hand. ]
Guess I should probably chill out.
[ but at least he has a lot of melon to share??? ]
Wildcard
[ idk just leave something here or pm me and we can figure stuff out ]