1 Blueprint - Dictated/Action!
... Woah.
[Was there a more appropriate word for the situation Ted Mosby suddenly found himself in? If there was, it didn't come to mind. He'd been sleeping in his room-- or at least, he thought he'd been sleeping in his room. He was usually fairly careful with his alcohol intake, but sometimes he could get... carried away.
Now, he was on a couch. And he was very certain it was not his own couch, because he was looking at the interior of a fantastic building. A piece of architecture so grand, so intricate, that it boggled him to realize that he didn't even recognize it. He slowly sat up, simply marveling at the work of art in the form of an edifice. His eyes dragged along the details, blowing his mind and taking his breath away. He failed to notice the journal open on the floor before him, inscribed with the only word he spoke.
Right now, he was contemplating was whether he was dreaming figuratively, or literally. And God, if he was really in this massive structure, then he would have to hunt down the man responsible and quite possibly kiss his feet.
... an autograph would suffice as well.]
((He's in the main lobby of the castle. Open!))
[Was there a more appropriate word for the situation Ted Mosby suddenly found himself in? If there was, it didn't come to mind. He'd been sleeping in his room-- or at least, he thought he'd been sleeping in his room. He was usually fairly careful with his alcohol intake, but sometimes he could get... carried away.
Now, he was on a couch. And he was very certain it was not his own couch, because he was looking at the interior of a fantastic building. A piece of architecture so grand, so intricate, that it boggled him to realize that he didn't even recognize it. He slowly sat up, simply marveling at the work of art in the form of an edifice. His eyes dragged along the details, blowing his mind and taking his breath away. He failed to notice the journal open on the floor before him, inscribed with the only word he spoke.
Right now, he was contemplating was whether he was dreaming figuratively, or literally. And God, if he was really in this massive structure, then he would have to hunt down the man responsible and quite possibly kiss his feet.
... an autograph would suffice as well.]
((He's in the main lobby of the castle. Open!))