First Riot: It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like... Where Am I?

[vaneity]

[The first thing Nash thinks when he wakes up is that there must be something seriously wrong with the Spring of Transmission. Last time it was malfunctioning it just sent him and his companions a few feet south of their intended destination. But this... where in the world is this? He's in some sort of garishly decorated room with no circular

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[catslooklikeme]

[Nall is out and about, flying around town, when he spies a person with...

...that hair. That crazy hair! It... but...]

Nash?!

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[vaneity]

[Woah, hey, it's that cheeky flying cat... thing...]

Nall?

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[vaneity]

Nall!

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[vaneity]

[Cough cough I MEAN that wasn't a smile at all.]

Well! You're in luck. I guess we got separated when the transmission spring when haywire but I, Nash Rumack, elite magic guild member, am here to save you! Glad to see me?

[catslooklikeme]

[Oh Althena, is that a loaded question. Nall has missed his friends for so long, being able to see them again would be a dream come true... if it weren't for them being reunited in MAYFIELD. And what's this about the transmission spring?]

Nash...

...buddy, there is a wealth of stuff we need to talk about, like, right now, but we gotta get you into some warmer clothes! You're gonna get frostbite if you don't put on some shoes! C'mon, hurry! Let's book it to my house.

[vaneity]

[What, noooo, he's totally fine.]

Hmph. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm perfectly --

[SNEEZE.]

Alright. Fine. Where's your house?

[...Wait. Nall's house? Nall lives here? But this isn't Burg...]

[catslooklikeme]

Here, I'll-

[Nall tries to teleport them to his crib at 913 Bilko... only to have his spell fizzle out. Nuts.]

DANGIT. I'm getting really sick of this happening!

C'mon, follow me, we're gonna have to hoof it!

[Nall flies a few feet in the direction of his house, hovering slightly to make sure Nash follows.]

[vaneity]

What -- no, hey! That's not fair! Why do you get magic!

[Okay, so it doesn't work, but... Nash should have felt it building before it went off. And he didn't. He didn't.

What is going on he is just going to curl up in the nearest corner and hyperventilate

Except not

Because that would be embarrassing and Nall would laugh at him. So he just runs after the little dragon, looking very displeased.]

[catslooklikeme]

[Nall leads him to 913 Bilko, quickly, because if he isn't fast, he fears Nash will lose a toe... He waits for Nash to open the door, because... y'know, no thumbs at the moment.]

Because I've been stuck here for over a year! That's why!

[vaneity]

[Oh, right, door, um. Jeez the knob is cold. He opens it quickly for fear his hand will just stick.]

A... what? But we just left Vane a few hours ago at most...

[Nall, we get it, you like to joke about things, but this is not funny.]

[catslooklikeme]

Like I said, we've got a lot of stuff to talk about, but first, let's get you some more clothes! Follow me, I know where some are!

[Nall flies him up to N's room and lands on the dresser containing the sock drawer. N shouldn't mind someone else borrowing his clothes, Fujiwara does all the time.]

[vaneity]

[Nash follows, a little more slowly since... y'know... he can't fly. And oh man, socks. Socks sound really nice right now. Nash doesn't even hesitate, diving in and grabbing the fluffiest pair... and then another for good measure. Two socks on one foot? WARMCEPTION.]

Alright. I'm in the act of getting more clothes. Start explaining.

[And he'll just continue to rummage for something even remotely fitting an ~elite magic guild member~]

[catslooklikeme]

Alright. I don't know exactly what you meant about the Transmission Spring acting up, but... that isn't why you're here now.

Here being Mayfield... everyone here has been kidnapped from their homes... from all over the place! Different worlds, Nash! Not just Lunar! There are people here who say that we need to just accept this, that this town is the greatest place to live ever and that we should be happy to be here, but no one really buys that. And... every so often, things happen here, Nash. Bad things. And so far, no one has worked out a way to escape...