Nov 02, 2002 18:11
I have no idea what went wrong with the spell. It was meant to transport me to a world not very unlike the one in which I used to live. Instead, the giant wheel of the multiverse has been spun, depositing me in a world utterly alien to me.
Right now I am huddling inside a box made of strangely-rigid brown paper, taking shelter from the driving rain. There are many other boxes like this one around, all housing people as destitute as me.
The spell did at least adapt me for this world. I emerged looking different from how I used to, but similar to those around me. My garb was strange -- some sort of shiny shirt and pantaloons. I also understand the language of the natives, though I still don't know what the one rude fellow meant by "Fuck you, bub!"
This world is extremely strange and unfamiliar. It is a good thing that I am strong and resolute. I am certainly not feeling anything akin to gut-wrenching fear and isolation.
The iron birds, I am told by my neighbor with bad breath and missing teeth, are "aircars." They carry people to and fro. I will have to learn more about them.
I will also have to secure better lodging. Last night, while I slept, someone stole my pants.