Anne will now be tapping the new Wanderer lightly on the shoulder. He may not have noticed he just fell through a Rift, but Anne certainly did. This is the second time she's seen a Wanderer fall through the Rift in this month alone. She hasn't had to give the welcome wagon speech to often, but at least she's certainly getting practice now.
She winces slightly at the singing.
She really doesn't want to take away his good mood, but he should at least be notified of the fact he's no longer... wherever he's from. Instead, he is in Chicago, the land of mayhem and disasters and breaks in space and time.
"Um. Sir? Sir," she whispers. She'll continue to tug on his sleeve until she catches his attention.
Randall jumps quite a bit at the touch on his sleeve, and he yanks the buds from his ears as he spins around. "Hi! Hey! Uhhh.." He blinks a bit, and that's when he finally starts to look around. And he frowns. This is different. Very different.
His mouth opens for words, but they don't come out. He's just looking around like he's more lost than he has ever been in his life. And he is. His hand comes up to rub his jaw and he looks at Anne again.
"I think I took a wrong turn, I-...I'm sorry. Hi. You stopped me."
Anne inwardly winces as she sees it all click into place for him. "I... did. And that could be considered impolite, for which I apologize! I did not mean to intrude in your musical... interlude moment thingy. It was a very nice song, by the way." A little too fitting, but she leaves that part out. She bites her lip as she considers her options, and what would be the best way of breaking the news to him.
The options aren't all that kind. They all lead to the same answer:
He's no longer home, and he can't go back.
"Uh, you didn't take a wrong turn. Something... brought you here. You're in Chicago now."
Usually Randall is more polite than this, and if he could he would apologize for instead staring at her like she's an alien, but this is likely normal for her. His eyes squint slightly as he tries to process and he takes a step backwards. He gazes around again.
"Chicago....right. That's...really far from New York City."
Sorry Anne, he's going to be quite typical in his responses for awhile. He is as normal as they come after all.
"You're kidding, right? Did I..." His hand comes up to the back of his head. "Did I hit my head or something?"
Martha is watching from a not far away at all. She's a little amused, and she has no idea that this man doesn't realize that he's fallen through a Rift and that he's in Chicago. It seems to her that that would generally be something that one would notice, but she doesn't understand the power that music can have over someone at times.
She tries to curb her smile but can't quite. It's not everyday that one sees someone dancing around the streets of Chicago especially considering what someone can run into out there.
Martha does not mean to interrupt his dancing and singing along. It may be off key, but it's rather entertaining.
She taps him on the shoulder as he passes. "Nice singing," Martha says or rather mouths since she doubs that he can hear her with the music playing in his ears.
Randall still doesn't know where is he, but when a pretty girl smiles in his direction and says something that he can't hear, he does stop. He pulls the buds from her ears and smiles widely at her.
"Sorry, what was that?" There was a slight chuckle to his words.
However before she could answer he noticed that his surroundings were different. He didn't know what they were, but they weren't his walk home. His smile fades quickly and he stares up at the buildings. "That...wasn't there before."
Martha smirks at him when he pulls the ear buds from his hears. She folds her arms across her chest, and the smirk slides into a smile.
"I said, Nice singing," she says with a nod as if she's nodding her approval except then he's staring to look around as if he's just noticing where he is, and oh bloody hell, did she honestly manage to run into a new wanderer that was dancing down the sidewalk?
It's rather impressive that he was so into and focused on the music that he didn't realize he'd completely changed locations, completely changed universes for that matter. Martha's smile fades as well, and she looks both concerned and apologetic all at once.
He nods at the compliment even though he can't really process it at the moment. It is quite a feat that he made this transition without noticing until now, but that is what good music can do to this man.
He stops looking around long enough to look at the woman in front of him. "New York City. But....I know it like the back of my hand and....this isn't it."
Buffy has decided to take a less subtle approach to Randall's appearance in Chicago.
It's not by choice, really. She would have loved to just tapped him on the shoulder and said 'Hi, welcome to Chicago' but Slayers attract monsters like metal attracts magnets, and this particular round of patrolling isn't going so well.
Why?
Well, this is what happens when a Turok-Han falls through the Rift.
He had a partner that Buffy took out post-haste, but taking down number two is turning into a bit of a problem. She lost her scythe, somewhere in the grass near Randall's fast approaching feet, the Turok-Han himself has her by the throat, and she is not in a good place at the moment. So when she sees the guy that happens to be walking towards her scythe, she does the best she can to get his attention.
well, if he's not going to pay attention ...isaywe_partyJune 19 2011, 16:13:12 UTC
Fortunately for Buffy, the Turok-Han decided his Slayer entree isn't quite tenderized enough, and he needs to throw her around some more. He flicks his wrist, and she goes flying, smack dab into Randall who is not Buffy's friend at the moment.
Not even close.
She lands with an oof! against his chest, and they both drop to the ground. When she looks up and sees the earbuds in his ears, she yanks one out and gives him a glare.
"Come on. Be a little smarter than that."
And with that, she's going to reach for her scythe and charge back into the fight again. As per usual.
Oh Buffy, one day you will get passed this and let Randall be your friend. One day. The narration can accept that this isn't that day, because Randall has done this to himself.
There's a yelp from him as the tiny blond takes him down, and he tries to catch her for all the good that it will do. He will also try not to manhandle her, because he's a gentleman like that.
He's even more surprised - because let's face it, if he isn't surprised by now then there is something very wrong with him - when she yanks out his earbuds and yells at him.
"What did I do?" And no, he still has no idea what's going on. Until he looks. And sees.... that. And he gulps. "Wh-what is that?"
Veronica couldn’t help but return to this place later after her arrival. Despite the fact that everything she was told and figured out lead to the “there’s no hope for any return” speech, she was nonetheless determined to find a loophole in all this. For she was Veronica Mars, loophole finder extraordinaire
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It takes a lot to get Randall's attention, as we have surmised thus far, but a small blond girl standing in his path will do so. He comes to a stop and pulls the buds from his ears just in time to hear those words.
He laughs, going a little red. "I know, he'd have a mouthful for me, huh?" And as he's laughing at those words he lets his surroundings come into focus. They are definitely not the ones that he's used to, and he staggers back a step or two.
"What the-"
He looks over each shoulder and looks behind the girl, then turns around in a slow circle.
Veronica allows herself a smile. With statements like the one she made, people usually go for the offended route. She has the best of luck at times.
She watches as he takes in his surroundings, even turning in a circle-she surmises that perhaps he’s not from around here; which is a relief, since she’s far from here, too. His reaction is similar to hers, minus the whole singing like a rockstar. She has him pretty beat in that department.
“Chicago,” she pipes up, the smile on her face a little too wide. It’s nice to know she’s not the only new kid around here. “Or, hell. Either works.”
She figures she’ll let him lead this conversation. She doesn’t want to overload his senses with too much information too quickly.
It actually also takes a lot to offend Randall. He's just too easy going for that.
Oh Veronica, he's sure he has you beat on the rockstar thing. Maybe he can't sing? But he's a rockstar at heart.
He stops spinning to stop and look at her. The look on her face is one he would give to someone in an insane asylum, because he's pretty sure that's where she came from. Or maybe where he is. "Chicago? That's....not possible. Like...at all."
Trin has turned into a puppy for the moment. Well. Puppy is a relative term. She's a big puppy--needs to be big, to support three heads.
She hears the vaguely discordant singing, and she likes it. She likes people, and really only half-understands them as a puppy, so she comes charging behind him out of what seems like nowhere, barking happily. Well, two of her heads are barking. The third one is just drooling quietly.
The barks are pretty loud, and Randall may hear them through his headphones, but if not, there's always one of the heads to lick his hand happily. Humans make NOISE. It's very exciting for a behemoth demon in monster form.
Randall still doesn't know what's going on around him, so when he feels that sensation on his hand he jumps a bit and looks down. And he freezes for toughly least 3.5 seconds. And then he lets out the least manly scream he has ever issued in his life, and he turns and runs.
He has never before seen anything like Trin except for in movies, and as far as he knows three-headed dogs DO NOT EXIST. Puppy or not. She has three heads. So he is running away. And as he's running he is noticing that he's not in New York anymore.
He is so very confused. And scared. He is confused and scared and he is running for his life.
Here's the thing about dogs--with most of them, you run away and they'll run after you. It's a game, and Trin loves games. So she starts charging after him, the two heads barking happily.
The third head is just drooling. Y'know. Like it do.
She'll probably catch up with him in no time. Again, she's a big puppy, and she's fast for all that she has to carry the weight of three heads.
That might be her weight crashing into him at this very moment, in fact.
...I'm glad you understood that tag with my lack of proof-read.ramblinmannJune 20 2011, 01:05:58 UTC
True, running probably wasn't the best of ideas, but it was a gut reaction kind of thing. And when she rams into him he yelps and pitches forward, trying to catch himself before landing face first on the sidewalk.
He rolls onto his back and guards his face (it's pretty, it needs guarding). He really doesn't know what to make of this. At all.
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She winces slightly at the singing.
She really doesn't want to take away his good mood, but he should at least be notified of the fact he's no longer... wherever he's from. Instead, he is in Chicago, the land of mayhem and disasters and breaks in space and time.
"Um. Sir? Sir," she whispers. She'll continue to tug on his sleeve until she catches his attention.
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His mouth opens for words, but they don't come out. He's just looking around like he's more lost than he has ever been in his life. And he is. His hand comes up to rub his jaw and he looks at Anne again.
"I think I took a wrong turn, I-...I'm sorry. Hi. You stopped me."
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The options aren't all that kind. They all lead to the same answer:
He's no longer home, and he can't go back.
"Uh, you didn't take a wrong turn. Something... brought you here. You're in Chicago now."
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"Chicago....right. That's...really far from New York City."
Sorry Anne, he's going to be quite typical in his responses for awhile. He is as normal as they come after all.
"You're kidding, right? Did I..." His hand comes up to the back of his head. "Did I hit my head or something?"
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She tries to curb her smile but can't quite. It's not everyday that one sees someone dancing around the streets of Chicago especially considering what someone can run into out there.
Martha does not mean to interrupt his dancing and singing along. It may be off key, but it's rather entertaining.
She taps him on the shoulder as he passes. "Nice singing," Martha says or rather mouths since she doubs that he can hear her with the music playing in his ears.
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"Sorry, what was that?" There was a slight chuckle to his words.
However before she could answer he noticed that his surroundings were different. He didn't know what they were, but they weren't his walk home. His smile fades quickly and he stares up at the buildings. "That...wasn't there before."
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"I said, Nice singing," she says with a nod as if she's nodding her approval except then he's staring to look around as if he's just noticing where he is, and oh bloody hell, did she honestly manage to run into a new wanderer that was dancing down the sidewalk?
It's rather impressive that he was so into and focused on the music that he didn't realize he'd completely changed locations, completely changed universes for that matter. Martha's smile fades as well, and she looks both concerned and apologetic all at once.
"...where did you think you were?"
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He stops looking around long enough to look at the woman in front of him. "New York City. But....I know it like the back of my hand and....this isn't it."
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It's not by choice, really. She would have loved to just tapped him on the shoulder and said 'Hi, welcome to Chicago' but Slayers attract monsters like metal attracts magnets, and this particular round of patrolling isn't going so well.
Why?
Well, this is what happens when a Turok-Han falls through the Rift.
He had a partner that Buffy took out post-haste, but taking down number two is turning into a bit of a problem. She lost her scythe, somewhere in the grass near Randall's fast approaching feet, the Turok-Han himself has her by the throat, and she is not in a good place at the moment. So when she sees the guy that happens to be walking towards her scythe, she does the best she can to get his attention.
"Hey! Hey!"
Hi, Randall. Welcome to Chicago.
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However he doesn't see what's going on. He's still singing. Flail more, Buffy. Flail more.
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Not even close.
She lands with an oof! against his chest, and they both drop to the ground. When she looks up and sees the earbuds in his ears, she yanks one out and gives him a glare.
"Come on. Be a little smarter than that."
And with that, she's going to reach for her scythe and charge back into the fight again. As per usual.
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There's a yelp from him as the tiny blond takes him down, and he tries to catch her for all the good that it will do. He will also try not to manhandle her, because he's a gentleman like that.
He's even more surprised - because let's face it, if he isn't surprised by now then there is something very wrong with him - when she yanks out his earbuds and yells at him.
"What did I do?" And no, he still has no idea what's going on. Until he looks. And sees.... that. And he gulps. "Wh-what is that?"
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He laughs, going a little red. "I know, he'd have a mouthful for me, huh?" And as he's laughing at those words he lets his surroundings come into focus. They are definitely not the ones that he's used to, and he staggers back a step or two.
"What the-"
He looks over each shoulder and looks behind the girl, then turns around in a slow circle.
"Where the hell am I?"
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She watches as he takes in his surroundings, even turning in a circle-she surmises that perhaps he’s not from around here; which is a relief, since she’s far from here, too. His reaction is similar to hers, minus the whole singing like a rockstar. She has him pretty beat in that department.
“Chicago,” she pipes up, the smile on her face a little too wide. It’s nice to know she’s not the only new kid around here. “Or, hell. Either works.”
She figures she’ll let him lead this conversation. She doesn’t want to overload his senses with too much information too quickly.
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Oh Veronica, he's sure he has you beat on the rockstar thing. Maybe he can't sing? But he's a rockstar at heart.
He stops spinning to stop and look at her. The look on her face is one he would give to someone in an insane asylum, because he's pretty sure that's where she came from. Or maybe where he is. "Chicago? That's....not possible. Like...at all."
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She hears the vaguely discordant singing, and she likes it. She likes people, and really only half-understands them as a puppy, so she comes charging behind him out of what seems like nowhere, barking happily. Well, two of her heads are barking. The third one is just drooling quietly.
The barks are pretty loud, and Randall may hear them through his headphones, but if not, there's always one of the heads to lick his hand happily. Humans make NOISE. It's very exciting for a behemoth demon in monster form.
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He has never before seen anything like Trin except for in movies, and as far as he knows three-headed dogs DO NOT EXIST. Puppy or not. She has three heads. So he is running away. And as he's running he is noticing that he's not in New York anymore.
He is so very confused. And scared. He is confused and scared and he is running for his life.
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The third head is just drooling. Y'know. Like it do.
She'll probably catch up with him in no time. Again, she's a big puppy, and she's fast for all that she has to carry the weight of three heads.
That might be her weight crashing into him at this very moment, in fact.
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He rolls onto his back and guards his face (it's pretty, it needs guarding). He really doesn't know what to make of this. At all.
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