3rd Kick [action]
[The scene seems normal enough. It's an office on the first floor within a larger office building with grey walls, a few framed images (M.C. Escher's work, mostly), and a mahogany desk. Someone's seated at the desk in a very comfortable-looking leather chair, his hand idly playing with a red die on the polished surface of the desk as he gazes rather listlessly into the distance. It's only when you realize that the office is missing an entire wall that something seems off. Past the missing wall is nothing more than sand, stretching out into a dull, grey ocean. The sound of waves can be heard in the distance, but it's oddly muted considering that the water is only a hundred feet or so out.
Arthur's dressed in a grey suit that matches the walls and the ocean in the distance. He seems... bored. Incredibly bored. As though he's been doing nothing else for days on end. He rolls the die a few times, reaching out to catch it without looking as soon as it stops. It keeps coming up with a different number each time: one, three, four, six, one, six, four.]
((ooc: He thinks he's been stuck in limbo for years, unable to escape. Naturally, he's slowly losing his grip on reality and all that fun stuff. His memory of the City is a bit fuzzy, too. Open to anyone. He won't think they're real, anyway. Different threads are separate events.))
Arthur's dressed in a grey suit that matches the walls and the ocean in the distance. He seems... bored. Incredibly bored. As though he's been doing nothing else for days on end. He rolls the die a few times, reaching out to catch it without looking as soon as it stops. It keeps coming up with a different number each time: one, three, four, six, one, six, four.]
((ooc: He thinks he's been stuck in limbo for years, unable to escape. Naturally, he's slowly losing his grip on reality and all that fun stuff. His memory of the City is a bit fuzzy, too. Open to anyone. He won't think they're real, anyway. Different threads are separate events.))