You Said You're Gone

[aqua_chic]

Tula yelps as she plunges into unexpected water, struggling to see after that blinding flash of light. It's hard to hear anything over the thrumming and thumping of what sound like coastal factories, and the pollution in the water burns in her eyes and throat. As she slowly regains her sight, the murky shrapnel of the depths around her tells her

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[violeteyedmage]

Garth blinks, trying to get the stinging sensation out of his eyes. "I'm not sure, Tula. I'm not sure where we are."

[aqua_chic]

Tula squints at the skyline again. Maybe it's not Gotham. It only looks sort of familiar anyway.

"Do you see any of the others?" she asks. They'd been in something of a clinch after all, with that bizarre older Donna at the center of everything. "Maybe one of them has a better idea of where we are."

[violeteyedmage]

"No. We were all thrown in all directions..." He looks around, finally (mostly) satisfied by getting whatever it was out of his eyes.

[aqua_chic]

"Do you have your communicator?" Tula asks, feeling for her own. She finds a bit of plastic clipped to her belt where her communicator ought to be, but the device itself seems to have been lost or destroyed at some point in the melee. "Mine's gone."