'Hey, this isn't Albuqur-' [ATTN:ALL] OPEN
CHARACTERS SO FAR: Joshua, Juugo, Sasuke, Rider
SUMMARY: All of the above arrive. Confusion ensues?
PLACE: Residential tier street, ~20 metres from Yuffie & co., in front of one of the other working lifts
TIME: Late morning on the 25th
WARNINGS: God complex Uchiha warning IDK, none so far?
The hazy sense of the drugs faded out fast, leaving Joshua wobbling with brief disorientation in the small metal lift. The only sound was the quiet humming of the lift.
Something was very, very wrong - there was a deafening lack of any sense of the background noise between planes, much less any of the clearer notes of anything structured or higher; not even a glimmer of the usual "squished smaller and downward" feel of forcing himself into the RealGround, where he so definitely was. There couldn't be that many explanations for this, could there?
- The drugs were still affecting him somehow. Possible, maybe, although even what he'd been on before had never completely removed all sense of the Underground or anything other when he'd been alive, and how drugs would do that to what he was now he wasn't sure.
- He'd been forcibly dialed down to the bottom somehow, by something bigger than he was.
- He'd been kidnapped, finagled, or maybe just wandered the wrong way in the aether to an alternate universe whose laws of reality weren't agreeing with him.
The lift stopped and opened, on a long round hallway of doors - there were voices somewhere down the hall, muffled. He pulled one of the newsletters out of the dispenser, scanning over it, raising an eyebrow at the "suppression" line with a snort, and shook his head at the questionnaire attached to it. Lovely. Extradimensional kidnapping. Well, this was going to be interesting.
He picked at the collar of the nondescript uniform and brushed his hair out of his eyes, giving the hallway his best "I dare you" smirk; he could take his time getting his bearings. There wasn't anything that would blow up in his absence that he could remember, and if it took him ~too~ long to figure this place out, Hanekoma would probably come looking for him, anyway.
SUMMARY: All of the above arrive. Confusion ensues?
PLACE: Residential tier street, ~20 metres from Yuffie & co., in front of one of the other working lifts
TIME: Late morning on the 25th
WARNINGS: God complex Uchiha warning IDK, none so far?
The hazy sense of the drugs faded out fast, leaving Joshua wobbling with brief disorientation in the small metal lift. The only sound was the quiet humming of the lift.
Something was very, very wrong - there was a deafening lack of any sense of the background noise between planes, much less any of the clearer notes of anything structured or higher; not even a glimmer of the usual "squished smaller and downward" feel of forcing himself into the RealGround, where he so definitely was. There couldn't be that many explanations for this, could there?
- The drugs were still affecting him somehow. Possible, maybe, although even what he'd been on before had never completely removed all sense of the Underground or anything other when he'd been alive, and how drugs would do that to what he was now he wasn't sure.
- He'd been forcibly dialed down to the bottom somehow, by something bigger than he was.
- He'd been kidnapped, finagled, or maybe just wandered the wrong way in the aether to an alternate universe whose laws of reality weren't agreeing with him.
The lift stopped and opened, on a long round hallway of doors - there were voices somewhere down the hall, muffled. He pulled one of the newsletters out of the dispenser, scanning over it, raising an eyebrow at the "suppression" line with a snort, and shook his head at the questionnaire attached to it. Lovely. Extradimensional kidnapping. Well, this was going to be interesting.
He picked at the collar of the nondescript uniform and brushed his hair out of his eyes, giving the hallway his best "I dare you" smirk; he could take his time getting his bearings. There wasn't anything that would blow up in his absence that he could remember, and if it took him ~too~ long to figure this place out, Hanekoma would probably come looking for him, anyway.