[rpg][traveller *cough* verse][locked to wearsnomask]
In 2010, the Riftquake hit Chicago. In one particular alternate universe, Robin Rice got caught up in the preshock like hundreds of others. He had been walking from his kitchen to his bedroom with a mug of his own brew of coffee in his hand, ready to change into a suit. One moment, he's walking, and the next, he's swallowed up by a Rift, tossed between the tear in space and time.
There's a woosh and black and just as quickly, light again.
The next thing that he's aware of, he's landing roughly on the sidewalk in a city that he doesn't recognize. His mug has fallen on the pavement in front of him, cracked into pieces. The coffee spills out between the cracks of the messmess. Robin curses and wipes his hands together as he tries to avoid getting hit by the hot liquid as it slips between the cracks in the sidewalk.
"Great. That was my favorite mug," he mutters, because that is what's most important to be concerned with at the present time.
The very next thing that he's aware of is that he's in public and he's wearing sweat pants.
And shortly after that, he'll realize that he's now essentially a wanderer, that he'll never see Rachel Dawes again, and that he really never gave them enough credit when he was young... all from his position on the sidewalk within the span of a minute.