At the End of Every Pot of Gold A Rainbow
Who: Graham Spector, OPEN
Where: Some...where in Zone 1
Summary: Another weirdo newbie arrives..! Is it culture shock or ecstasy?!
Everything that had happened in the last several hours or so was a blur, and whether it had been two or twenty that had passed had been long lost to him the moment he'd arrived. Arrived? He was obviously somewhere, but his brain reasoned that if he had no intention of going anywhere then surely arriving somewhere was an impossible feat.
Needless to say, a man from the early 1930s thrown into such a highly technologically advanced world would naturally be shocked from the sight he was greeted by once the world had stopped spinning and twisting about him. Graham would have blamed the tequila if he hadn't been completely certain that he was sober right up until that point. He might have reasoned, had he been in a better mindset to do so at the time, that the rest of his brain hadn't quite caught up with him wherever it was he'd found himself then. All he had been able to do was gawk, staring at the strange metal giants. His fingers had been locked around the stained, two-foot wrench that he almost always carried around with him, and had he been in his right (?) senses, he would have been thankful for that at least.
He'd gone through everything else in an almost mechanical fashion, uncharacteristically tame as he was shuffled through paperwork and whatever else had occurred. His writing hand was numb from all the scrawling (-he couldn't remember for sure what all the questions were although he might have answered 'yes' to the Prime question- if for a misunderstanding of the significance of question and capitalization), and his other hand had not once released its death-grip on the wrench handle as though it was his only tether to whatever reality he'd come from before he'd been thrust into such a wild dream.
The blond-haired mechanic hadn't gotten too far from the Central Processing building even though he didn't even remember leaving it. He dazedly looked around at the unusual surroundings. And finally, he stopped.
"...heh." It was the first thing he was aware of uttering, and followed by a trail of uncertain laughter. "...heheheh...!" He ran a gloved hand over his face, his gaze sharpening as things came into focus. "...this can't be a dream- if it were a dream you'd have to be sleeping, but I know for a fact I haven't gone to sleep yet-!" The mechanic spun sharply, looking at his surroundings in a new light. "A hallucination then? But even that needs a trigger- everything needs a trigger for something to happen, so then what is the trigger to all...all THIS?! No bricks and mortar, plaster or otherwise... Structures seamless and SHINY..! And...and giant...metal...people..."
Where: Some...where in Zone 1
Summary: Another weirdo newbie arrives..! Is it culture shock or ecstasy?!
Everything that had happened in the last several hours or so was a blur, and whether it had been two or twenty that had passed had been long lost to him the moment he'd arrived. Arrived? He was obviously somewhere, but his brain reasoned that if he had no intention of going anywhere then surely arriving somewhere was an impossible feat.
Needless to say, a man from the early 1930s thrown into such a highly technologically advanced world would naturally be shocked from the sight he was greeted by once the world had stopped spinning and twisting about him. Graham would have blamed the tequila if he hadn't been completely certain that he was sober right up until that point. He might have reasoned, had he been in a better mindset to do so at the time, that the rest of his brain hadn't quite caught up with him wherever it was he'd found himself then. All he had been able to do was gawk, staring at the strange metal giants. His fingers had been locked around the stained, two-foot wrench that he almost always carried around with him, and had he been in his right (?) senses, he would have been thankful for that at least.
He'd gone through everything else in an almost mechanical fashion, uncharacteristically tame as he was shuffled through paperwork and whatever else had occurred. His writing hand was numb from all the scrawling (-he couldn't remember for sure what all the questions were although he might have answered 'yes' to the Prime question- if for a misunderstanding of the significance of question and capitalization), and his other hand had not once released its death-grip on the wrench handle as though it was his only tether to whatever reality he'd come from before he'd been thrust into such a wild dream.
The blond-haired mechanic hadn't gotten too far from the Central Processing building even though he didn't even remember leaving it. He dazedly looked around at the unusual surroundings. And finally, he stopped.
"...heh." It was the first thing he was aware of uttering, and followed by a trail of uncertain laughter. "...heheheh...!" He ran a gloved hand over his face, his gaze sharpening as things came into focus. "...this can't be a dream- if it were a dream you'd have to be sleeping, but I know for a fact I haven't gone to sleep yet-!" The mechanic spun sharply, looking at his surroundings in a new light. "A hallucination then? But even that needs a trigger- everything needs a trigger for something to happen, so then what is the trigger to all...all THIS?! No bricks and mortar, plaster or otherwise... Structures seamless and SHINY..! And...and giant...metal...people..."