<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EqL0ieg.png)</div><strong>Name </strong>Connor Ghim  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300764.msg14837477#msg14837477)<br/><strong>Time/ Day</strong>1 January 2000<br/><strong>Location</strong>mystic island<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Connor Ghim had definitely had bad days, but currently, racing past the people of the city into the crowded alleyways of his home, was not how he wanted to start off the new year. Especially since the fireworks were going off behind him, drowning out his yells for a rat to stop. Instead, it scurried up a pipe and into a dumpster, man quickly jumping into it...<br/><br/>Only to land in sand.<br/><br/>He stayed in his crouched landing position, confused at the sudden whiplash of scenery. The gentle rustle of ocean waves, the salty air that he'd never smelled before, and up above, a talking dragon. "What?" was his soft question, covering his mouth and slowly sitting on the sand. What was happening? Was this Y2K? Was it something in the air? Had he missed his jump and went forehead first onto the metal lip of the dumpster? No no no, he had to get out, scrambling to his feet and looking, seeing people both to the left and right of him. Help? He wasn't sure, ears twitching as he tried to find a solution. Looking up, hoping to see some sort of window to the world he knew, but it was just the dragon, talking to someone with bright red hair.<br/><br/>Connor wanted to cry, giving another spin around only to give an anguished shriek as something touched his legs, falling again and trying to back up from the snake, only to realize it was following him, and it was tugging and rubbing right above the back of his pants.<em>What????</em>Keeping his tears in best he could, he touched the naked tail, seeing the finest of hairs on it, before getting up and following where it lead to his back. A muffled whine, holding it as he looked back at the dragon and people, shakily raising his hand, other still holding the tail between his legs "C-Can I, refuse?" Don't cry, don't cry, he was trying so hard not to cry and not to look at any of the others around him for fear of their judgement.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GihKG2L.png)</div><strong>Name </strong>Connor Ghim  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300764.msg14837477#msg14837477)<br/><strong>Time/ Day</strong>1 January 2000<br/><strong>Location</strong>mystic island<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Shivani's New Years was spent at a center for the homeless, trying to bring a little bit of cheer to the children and adults of the center, lighting sparklers on the roof. They were moments away from the ball dropping, everyone around them already counting down. "Let me go get more." Was her call to the other volunteer soon moving downstairs, away from the noise and the cheering. Thankfully the home had moved the sparklers to the 2nd level, woman hefting the box up and working her way back to the roof. She had to admit, she wasn't really built for strength, hearing the roar of the people as the ball hit, fireworks going off all around, and when the door was opened, she was staring at the wall of some other building. Curious, Shivani blinking and backing up, closing the door again, and waiting.<br/><br/>This wasn't the stairwell, eyeing the new, nicer walls, crabs painted all along the door frame.<br/><br/>Hefting the box to one arm, she opened the door again, looking across at a door with a sign she wasn't too familiar with. Looked like a weird N. Well, she decided to find the owner of the home, or some answers, quickly following the hallway down to the main room, which conveniently held the door out. "Talk about lucky." The steps were nice, air fresh, and a voice talking to someone, and it sounded like it was demanding authority. Foliage gave way to rocks, and rocks to sand, worn sneakers stepping onto the loose ground and looking at the back of a dragon. She could see the beginnings of people on the other side of him.<br/><br/>"I think I missed most of that, could you repeat that again? I didn't mean to come late to the party, but I brought things for the festivities." Whatever those may be. This was an eclectic group of people, staring at the crying man for a moment before moving on to the others.