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(like the title describes. it's an open RP. no theme. no plot. just freestyle. it doesn't matter. just have fun, y'know? just do whatever.)

(also this is literally just in a town. but it can also expand into other areas. because if it just stayed in the town area, it wouldn't be an open RP, would it?)

(sure)

(i haven't used Elrinaya in forever so ima use her)

(bam)

*sitting in a tree in the park*

Wendell was strolling down the street, not sure where he was. There were creatures here, similar to Inklings, but they appeared to have no relation to squids. They were just ugly monkeys.

He came from a world where squids evolved to be the dominant species, possessing the power to transform back into a squid, and camouflage themselves to any color. One day, Octolings took over the capital of Inkopolis. They hovered a huge portal over the plaza, sucking anybody unfortunate enough to not be inside at the time.
Wendell was one of them.

He assumed this was another universe, maybe another planet, but whatever it was, he didn't feel at home. Bystanders stared at his eyerings and tentacle hair.

This was not a good day.

hmm...*falls off of the tree* SHIT!

Wendell walked until he came to a large, grassy, fenced area. The sign next to the entrance said 'Park'.
"I have no idea what that is, but it looks nice. I guess i'm going in." He mumbled to himself.

As he was continuing through the trail, he saw many things.
And also a blue flying disc of pain hit him in the face. It was labelled 'Frisbee'. Once again, he had no idea what this was, and he pondered if it was a weapon for assassination, but then someone hit the ground behind him. "SHIT!"

Turning around, he saw it was another unidentified creature.
thinking to himself, "oh god, i'm going to have to ask for directions aren't i?"
"Um, hi, do you know where we are? Long story short, I have no splattin' clue where I am."

*gets up* yeah...you're in the park...the thing that just hit you in the face is a toy. *grabs the frisbee and throws it back to the kid that threw it and hit Wendell in the face* So...what's your name?

"I'm Wendell. This park... I'm assuming this is where the turf wars take place? Oh, excuse me. i forgot to ask you your-"
The frisbee hit his face again. Now he was sure it was an assassination tool. He yelled back to the kid: "Go ahead!
Try to kill me again! Sure did work the last two times!"
He took a deep breath and continued his sentence.
"I forgot to ask you your name."

Elrinaya. You can call me Elri. And what the hell do you mean "Turf Wars"? This isn't the apocalypse...
Also, that kid isn't trying to kill you. *snrk*
It IS funny though...

As soon as Elri responded, Wendell realized something.
These creatures don't produce, use, or battle with ink. They were monkeys after all.
"Okay, let's get some things straight. There are some things that probably don't make sense right now, to you. To be honest, nothing makes sense to me either. But i'll find out eventually."
Jeez, what kind of things do these people do for fun? Well, I guess they kill people with flying discs of pain, but no turf wars? Ridiculous! Wendell thought in the back of his mind, but for now he had to explain some stuff.

"I'm not sure if you realized this, but I don't look like anyone around us. Tentacles on my head? Eyerings? Pointy ears? So to me, this is the norm. Everyone around here looks nothing like Inklings! So either you honestly have no idea what i'm talking about, or Octolings put me in virtual reality."
He was actually starting to panic. It seemed like nobody knew what he was, which would make getting home much harder. If nobody understood his story, he would most likely end up in this world for the rest of his life.

*grabs his shoulders* Calm down, man. I know what you are. I've met a few of you, and heard what happened...
I was joking when you asked about the turf wars shit.
Let's go back to my house and have a drink to calm you the hell down, alright?

(So we can just hop right in?)

(yeah)

(Can i join?) (also this story is quite a read so far huehueh)

(holy shit we got peeps lining up for this shit HELL YEAH YA CAN)

(Awww yeah)
Felix, having thrown the frisbee, finally yelled out,
“Uh, s-Sorry about that!”
He had only thrown it to make sure this squid kid walking around was real. He hadn’t seen these types of creatures before often, (well, he doesn’t see much often as he’s usually cooped up in his room,) so he’s pretty wary of everything around him. But, finally deciding to go out today, he’s run into some weird shit already.

(okay am i the only god damn human here who uses asterisks and doesnt use parentheses?)