➣ You will be eaten by coyotes.
➣ Face facts, you are a hilarious drunk.
➣ Tell that person you love them. You know who we're talking about. Wait! No, not him! Stop you fool!
➣ While you were away from home, a stranger showered in your bathroom.
[ yeah so after kicking some spider ass (and saving his partner from certain, unsavory death), barnaby's back out for the day, not wasting any time, and heading off toward the battle dome. it's a decent walk from community housing 1, but hey, he could use a nice relaxing walk after all that. uh. spider action..
too bad he never makes it to the dome. because yeah, those woods all around it? who know they were full of coyotes. ravenous, bloodthirsty, maneating coyotes. and here's barnaby without his powers, because he just wasted them rescuing his partner. so by the time he stumbles out of the woods and onto the path again .. he's kind of in bad shape. you know, bleeding, torn, bruised, bitten, his left arm hanging limp and useless.
today is kind of a bad day. ]
[ maybe it was the spiders. maybe the coyotes. who knows. but barnaby is compelled to drink. and drink. and drink.
so you can find him at any number of bars, complete with bandages and sling, getting drunk and laughing and smiling and generally being goofy and stumbling and being not at all himself. that little voice in the back of his head is pleading with him to stop this madness but it's somehow completely dwarfed by the irresistible urge to just keep drinking. his poor liver.
anyway by sunday night he's. really pretty awful. someone please force him to go home. ]
[ ooc; lmao SO YEAH feel free to stumble upon him any time. after being eaten by wild coyotes, sometime in a bar, or on the street between bars, or wherever. or if you, you know, want to be the stranger in his shower GO FOR IT this is all cool.
also he'll be completely unavailable from sunday night until like .. wednesday. recovering. so unless you beat his door down he'll be pretty much out of commission lmao. ]
barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.
but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.
but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]
Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?
[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]
[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]