❦ (closed) it's the name of the game.
[ at first, he's sitting under the sun, on white sand, cold water pushing at the tips of his toes - a room - and then, the sky swirls and the sand swallows him with a barely-audible 'pop'.
the next thing he knows, he sits on the passenger seat. on the passenger seat of an unknown vehicle, and that is enough to make him asgdhgk; fluster in horror (laced with a hint of indignation). except he's alone, and there's a little post-it stuck on the rear-view mirror. he plucks it without thinking and reads the neatly-scrawled note,
'have fun on your date! the keys are in the glove compartment -- '
jaye opens said compartment with haste, pocketing aforementioned keys in the process without even glancing at them (which, upon further inspection, boasts two keychains; one in the shape of the upper peninsula with the words, 'say ya to da u.p., eh?' emblazoned on the center, and the other in the shape of colorado with the words 'colorado'). still, a date? with whom - or, better yet, with what? he doesn't know anyone in hq, save for his neighbours and, really, there's no way he's going on a date with his...neighbours. it'd be awkward. and weird. and almost incestuous.
'-- lunch is on the backseat. love, hq'.
he huffs. what looked like a nice, quiet day at the beach room was now an inexplicable blind date. classy. he's miffed, not at the person he's going to date, but at whatever forces swallowed him and spat him into...into. where exactly is he, anyway?
he opens the car door to the car and steps out into the afternoon sunlight. it's noisy out, urban, like chelsea, but much worse. bigger. and there's the sound of...planes?
...what. ]
the next thing he knows, he sits on the passenger seat. on the passenger seat of an unknown vehicle, and that is enough to make him asgdhgk; fluster in horror (laced with a hint of indignation). except he's alone, and there's a little post-it stuck on the rear-view mirror. he plucks it without thinking and reads the neatly-scrawled note,
'have fun on your date! the keys are in the glove compartment -- '
jaye opens said compartment with haste, pocketing aforementioned keys in the process without even glancing at them (which, upon further inspection, boasts two keychains; one in the shape of the upper peninsula with the words, 'say ya to da u.p., eh?' emblazoned on the center, and the other in the shape of colorado with the words 'colorado'). still, a date? with whom - or, better yet, with what? he doesn't know anyone in hq, save for his neighbours and, really, there's no way he's going on a date with his...neighbours. it'd be awkward. and weird. and almost incestuous.
'-- lunch is on the backseat. love, hq'.
he huffs. what looked like a nice, quiet day at the beach room was now an inexplicable blind date. classy. he's miffed, not at the person he's going to date, but at whatever forces swallowed him and spat him into...into. where exactly is he, anyway?
he opens the car door to the car and steps out into the afternoon sunlight. it's noisy out, urban, like chelsea, but much worse. bigger. and there's the sound of...planes?
...what. ]