01 ↝ Arrival {action}
[When Francis comes to, he’s in a similar position as he was before arriving to Splendor, seated at a sidewalk café. There’s a large cup of coffee, black with sugar, on the table with him. He’s clutching an erotic novel opened to page 213 which is conveniently his page. The signs that something is horribly awry simply are not there. Not to any passerby.
The man on the side of the street is experiencing himself a dilemma of surprising proportions.
This place smelled strangely like milk and honey, though he was chalking it up to this being a mere dream. It also failed to resemble the bustling streets of Paris. Or London. New York… It was completely and utterly foreign to him and that was the worrying aspect.
He supposed that the place seemed nice. A dream come true.]
I have got to stop reading mystery novels before I sleep… [Did I say erotic novel? I meant erotic mystery novel-one of Francis’ favorites.
Still, when he spoke and the shimmer of reality, of plush sheets and a nice dark room didn’t push at his awareness he frowned and dog-eared the novel, putting it on the table. He then proceeded to pinch himself.
Nothing happened.
He did it again. Harder.
Nope, still nothing. Around him the sun shined and people milled around, seeming to be quite pleased with their place in this bizarre city. Francis was admittedly even more confused than before and on top of that his arm throbbed smartly from all of his attempts to wake himself up.]
What…in the world is going on?!
[He’s looking around him. He is, for better lack of the word, lost. It’s a rather unnerving thing for Francis to experience and he’s getting more anxious in that thick head of his.]
The man on the side of the street is experiencing himself a dilemma of surprising proportions.
This place smelled strangely like milk and honey, though he was chalking it up to this being a mere dream. It also failed to resemble the bustling streets of Paris. Or London. New York… It was completely and utterly foreign to him and that was the worrying aspect.
He supposed that the place seemed nice. A dream come true.]
I have got to stop reading mystery novels before I sleep… [Did I say erotic novel? I meant erotic mystery novel-one of Francis’ favorites.
Still, when he spoke and the shimmer of reality, of plush sheets and a nice dark room didn’t push at his awareness he frowned and dog-eared the novel, putting it on the table. He then proceeded to pinch himself.
Nothing happened.
He did it again. Harder.
Nope, still nothing. Around him the sun shined and people milled around, seeming to be quite pleased with their place in this bizarre city. Francis was admittedly even more confused than before and on top of that his arm throbbed smartly from all of his attempts to wake himself up.]
What…in the world is going on?!
[He’s looking around him. He is, for better lack of the word, lost. It’s a rather unnerving thing for Francis to experience and he’s getting more anxious in that thick head of his.]