The Causeway, Friday Morning
Have you ever had one of those days? The sort of day where nothing quite goes right, where what you think you're doing is spring cleaning, you've got an armload of everything from old clothes to journals to a sword and you're minding your own business when suddenly you realize that the room that you were going to move your belongings to was suddenly much more open than you had expected?
And drafty?
And in the wrong corner of both time and space, while you were clad in traditional Japanese casual garb that was even considered mostly outdated in the year 1885?
Because Captain Nathan Algren was apparently having one of those days, having stepped out from the hallway into America with an armload of mementos and old laundry he had no intention of ever wearing again. And when he turned around with wide eyes to see where in the world his world had gone, all he saw was the rest of the Causeway leading to the mainland, and the last vanishing remains of what had apparently been a surprise portal.
"Fandom," he muttered, shaking his head and turning to look back toward the island again. "I had hoped you might have gotten this out of your system."
At least it was a small island. He could make his way into town, figure out which way was up, and then maybe see about arranging a way to get back home through Portalocity.
"You couldn't have at least waited until I was carrying an armload with shoes?"
All while barefoot. Wasn't it great to be back?
[OOC: HE'S BACK. I've missed him, shh don't judge me. Open post is open, but of course he's going to wind up at the picnic, too.]
And drafty?
And in the wrong corner of both time and space, while you were clad in traditional Japanese casual garb that was even considered mostly outdated in the year 1885?
Because Captain Nathan Algren was apparently having one of those days, having stepped out from the hallway into America with an armload of mementos and old laundry he had no intention of ever wearing again. And when he turned around with wide eyes to see where in the world his world had gone, all he saw was the rest of the Causeway leading to the mainland, and the last vanishing remains of what had apparently been a surprise portal.
"Fandom," he muttered, shaking his head and turning to look back toward the island again. "I had hoped you might have gotten this out of your system."
At least it was a small island. He could make his way into town, figure out which way was up, and then maybe see about arranging a way to get back home through Portalocity.
"You couldn't have at least waited until I was carrying an armload with shoes?"
All while barefoot. Wasn't it great to be back?
[OOC: HE'S BACK. I've missed him, shh don't judge me. Open post is open, but of course he's going to wind up at the picnic, too.]