We Built This City
Characters: John Taylor & Open
Time: Dusk
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: John Taylor wakes up in Chicago, he is not amused
Format: Prose
Warnings: Language...
John Taylor had a very good explanation for why he was suddenly in a new place. He didn't like the explanation, but it was what he had and it was often what happened anyway when you lived in a place like the Nightside. John didn't move for awhile, just standing and looking around. He had been leaving Strangefellows, the oldest bar in the world, to head back out onto the streets. Only, these streets weren't his streets. Still, at worse this was a Timeslip and at best it was, well, hopefully something else. He'd really had enough of Timeslips ever since that one incident.
He shuddered at the memory and finally decided to start moving. He briefly thought about opening his third eye to See what this place really was (a new niche in the Nightside, perhaps) but felt it was best to do a little footwork and actual investigation before pulling out any tricks.
Besides, in a strange place like this, you never knew who could be watching. First thing was first, putting a name to this place. He already knew it couldn't be the Nightside since it was daylight. The Nightside was in a constant state of 3 in the morning and as far as he knew that hadn't changed. He turned around and noticed he was standing next to what could best be described as a giant, metal lima bean. Odd. He wasn't familiar with anything like that, which ruled out him somehow ending up back topside in London. His surroundings told him he was in a city though. Tall buildings rising up around him in all directions. Certainly a major city but that didn't tell Taylor where he was. Just that it was a big city that had a giant, metal lima bean in the center of town. "Yeah...I got nothing," he muttered to himself, staring at the unfamiliar structure as it reflected his somewhat ragged appearance.
In the reflection of the structure he also caught sight of something else and noticed that a small gift had apparently been left for him in the form of a cell phone. Well, it looked like a cell phone...though maybe a little too high tech for his liking. John picked it up, he didn't like cell phones (you never knew who could be listening), but at least it was a clue of some sort...or so he assumed. Somehow he managed to turn it on and got to the Sentinel Network, a list of names and messages appearing on the screen right away. He frowned at it because he wasn't very familiar with this sort of thing, but based on the conversations he wasn't the only one.
Time: Dusk
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: John Taylor wakes up in Chicago, he is not amused
Format: Prose
Warnings: Language...
John Taylor had a very good explanation for why he was suddenly in a new place. He didn't like the explanation, but it was what he had and it was often what happened anyway when you lived in a place like the Nightside. John didn't move for awhile, just standing and looking around. He had been leaving Strangefellows, the oldest bar in the world, to head back out onto the streets. Only, these streets weren't his streets. Still, at worse this was a Timeslip and at best it was, well, hopefully something else. He'd really had enough of Timeslips ever since that one incident.
He shuddered at the memory and finally decided to start moving. He briefly thought about opening his third eye to See what this place really was (a new niche in the Nightside, perhaps) but felt it was best to do a little footwork and actual investigation before pulling out any tricks.
Besides, in a strange place like this, you never knew who could be watching. First thing was first, putting a name to this place. He already knew it couldn't be the Nightside since it was daylight. The Nightside was in a constant state of 3 in the morning and as far as he knew that hadn't changed. He turned around and noticed he was standing next to what could best be described as a giant, metal lima bean. Odd. He wasn't familiar with anything like that, which ruled out him somehow ending up back topside in London. His surroundings told him he was in a city though. Tall buildings rising up around him in all directions. Certainly a major city but that didn't tell Taylor where he was. Just that it was a big city that had a giant, metal lima bean in the center of town. "Yeah...I got nothing," he muttered to himself, staring at the unfamiliar structure as it reflected his somewhat ragged appearance.
In the reflection of the structure he also caught sight of something else and noticed that a small gift had apparently been left for him in the form of a cell phone. Well, it looked like a cell phone...though maybe a little too high tech for his liking. John picked it up, he didn't like cell phones (you never knew who could be listening), but at least it was a clue of some sort...or so he assumed. Somehow he managed to turn it on and got to the Sentinel Network, a list of names and messages appearing on the screen right away. He frowned at it because he wasn't very familiar with this sort of thing, but based on the conversations he wasn't the only one.