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[atthemercyof]

[ He’s slumped over on a bench, his shoulders hunched in against the chill, mind frantically trying to piece together something half forgotten as he wakes. Erik opens his eyes, grey meeting a strange land for the first time. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, and that should worry him, but it’s nothing compared to what he sees. The fog is

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[psychic_labrat]

[psychic_labrat]

*Once the car is reasonably close to the ground, Charles is going to be pushing up the bar and sliding out of it, landing in a crouch to absorb the impact of his fall.

He's immediately taking stock of his surroundings, trying to see if the park looked familiar in any way, but no. He'd never seen this place before.

The telepath turned his attention to Erik, sincere gratitude all over his face, as well as an impressed air.*

Thank you.

[atthemercyof]

It was nothing. [ Shifting slightly, attention momentarily caught towards something in the distance. ] Do you understand what's going on?

[psychic_labrat]

It appears we've been taken into another world, of a sort. Possibly by that presence I'm feeling. *it's still throbbing at the back of his mind, pulsing to the beat of half-remembered footsteps.

Charles felt a chill and attempted to shake it off*

If we're here it is highly likely that others will be as well. *he'd try to get in contact with Emma, but he was hesitant to reach out with this thing all around him*

[atthemercyof]

Is this a common occurrence? [ His voice sounds biting, half angry, but it's mostly because he doesn't like this at all. ]

[psychic_labrat]

Not that I was aware. Everything I'd seen so far had happened in the manor itself. Though someone may have mentioned adventures to other places.

*he steeples his fingers in thought, pressing the edges of his index fingers against his lips*

I know no one was prepared for this.

*he turns his gaze upon the amusement park itself. They couldn't just stay in one place. There was a malevolence in the air*

[atthemercyof]

It feels wrong, even I have enough presence of mind to know that. [ Shifting, looking through the dark like it's something sluggish and awful creeping up his neck. ] Like the world has gone wrong from the inside.

[psychic_labrat]

That's...perceptively accurate, Erik. *he rubs his temple, then takes a take breath*

We should get moving. Find some sort of shelter.

[atthemercyof]

Mm. [ He doesn't move for a second, before the bar of the ferris wheel is being tugged clean with a scraping metal sound, summoned to Erik's hands so he may defend himself easier.

With a vicious little smile. ] Let's go.

[psychic_labrat]

Right.

*finding a weapon himself might be a good idea, as telepathically he will be next to useless here.

He leads the way through the park, looking to find something that would suit as shelter in case the large creature he'd heard earlier comes back.

Almost as if on cue, static rose from the blackberries insistently*

[atthemercyof]

[ Erik looks to his pocket, immediately on guard. ] What's going on, do you know?

[psychic_labrat]

No, my friend, I'm afraid not. *he peers into the fog and shifts his weight into a ready stance. If he didn't have a weapon, he could still fight. That uneasy feeling was crawling up his back, and the sense of this place throbbed in his head, making it difficult to focus.*

Is there something out there?

[atthemercyof]

I can't feel any metal. I've been trying to locate whatever it is, but it's beyond my comprehension. I just feel -

[ Off. Erik's not sure what to do with that. ] Unhappy.

[psychic_labrat]

*accurate assessment. Charles reaches over to grip his shoulder. There may be a divide between them right now that he can't explain, but he wasn't going to just stand there and not offer what little support he could*

Let's just be on our guard. I don't want to be caught unawares in this place.

*especially since he was sure that he could see a shape ahead, some....thing lurching through the fog*

[atthemercyof]

[ At the squeeze of his shoulder, Erik halts, but he catches sight of the same hulking thing, puts an arm out as though to shield Charles. ] This isn't right.

[psychic_labrat]

*he presses his lips together in a thin line, agreeing whole heartedly. He'd known that ever since he started feeling the presence back at the manor. He should have done something, warn people.*

Maybe we should go around, it doesn't seem like it's seen us. *though with the noise from their blackberries, stealth may not be an option*