Firestone Hot Springs as long as you love me
sorry for party rockin'
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Ooc — Emy
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Ah the tropics. Land of sand, sun, and...frizz.

Ariston's huffing and puffing wasn't entirely due to melodramatic theatrics. Having wandered into Firestone purely by accident he'd found himself sucked into the steamy jungle and off the beaten trail quite rapidly; a single leap across a chasm had proved too risky to hop right back across again. So he'd been doing what he did best...fleshing out the foreign land in the way most vagabonds did. Clumsily.

"WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" he yowled as a wet fern leaf sprung back and made a wet slap against his face. Blinking furiously against the water droplets streaming down his brows he turned and stumbled in a different direction...frustrated that he couldn't seem to navigate a way out of this proverbial paper bag. Wet paper bag he reminded himself. Much harder than your average bag types.