It's even uglier on the outside [Complete]
Character(s): Peter and Ilyana
Content: Obligatory arrival post
Setting: the Hospital
Warnings: may contain cranky middle-aged man with a big stick.
Waking up sore all over, while unpleasant, was not unusual in the least. Doing so face-down in the hallway of an unfamiliar, overgrown and bizarre-smelling building, however, was far from anything Peter could've expected.
With a groan, he grabbed his cane from where it lay nearby and pushed himself upright to get a better look around. It didn't help; the place didn't look any different horizontally or vertically. A wheeled cot rested awkwardly against one wall of the corridor, only three of its four wheels still remaining, and a pack of dusty chairs lined the opposite wall.
"Hello?" he called. "Is anyone here?" He waited a second for a response, but got none except for what sounded like the rapid clicking of a rat's claws. "Oh, bloody marvelous," he muttered to himself, then struggled to his feet.
On the upside, at least the hallway went somewhere, adjoined by a series of open doors (and in a few cases, no doors at all). He picked the nearest one at random and hobbled through. It wasn't much - two beds, a small table and chairs, and a window - but the window was the important part. He made his way over and drew the heavy curtain aside with his free hand.
He stopped his observation after just a few moments and sighed. "What do you know, it's even uglier on the outside," he mumbled, pulling up a chair and taking a seat. What to do...? "Y'know," he added to himself, wryly, "if this is a dream, it's not a very good- what's this?"
In an absent reach into his notebook pocket, he'd found something he was quite sure he hadn't put in there, and pulled it out to inspect it. Small... made of... what was it? Metal? No, that wasn't it. Intrigued now, he reached into his other pocket for his pen; not finding it, he tried all his other pockets, with the same lack of results. "Oh, for the love of -" Of all the times to have forgotten a pen! Muttering darkly, he began poking at the device again, until one of the switches on the side finally yielded results.
"Well, how about that," he said, watching the startup screen. A little further experimenting got him into what looked like a message from... something with horns, if the attached picture was any indication. Now that was unusual. But it gave him the option to reply, at least...
Content: Obligatory arrival post
Setting: the Hospital
Warnings: may contain cranky middle-aged man with a big stick.
Waking up sore all over, while unpleasant, was not unusual in the least. Doing so face-down in the hallway of an unfamiliar, overgrown and bizarre-smelling building, however, was far from anything Peter could've expected.
With a groan, he grabbed his cane from where it lay nearby and pushed himself upright to get a better look around. It didn't help; the place didn't look any different horizontally or vertically. A wheeled cot rested awkwardly against one wall of the corridor, only three of its four wheels still remaining, and a pack of dusty chairs lined the opposite wall.
"Hello?" he called. "Is anyone here?" He waited a second for a response, but got none except for what sounded like the rapid clicking of a rat's claws. "Oh, bloody marvelous," he muttered to himself, then struggled to his feet.
On the upside, at least the hallway went somewhere, adjoined by a series of open doors (and in a few cases, no doors at all). He picked the nearest one at random and hobbled through. It wasn't much - two beds, a small table and chairs, and a window - but the window was the important part. He made his way over and drew the heavy curtain aside with his free hand.
He stopped his observation after just a few moments and sighed. "What do you know, it's even uglier on the outside," he mumbled, pulling up a chair and taking a seat. What to do...? "Y'know," he added to himself, wryly, "if this is a dream, it's not a very good- what's this?"
In an absent reach into his notebook pocket, he'd found something he was quite sure he hadn't put in there, and pulled it out to inspect it. Small... made of... what was it? Metal? No, that wasn't it. Intrigued now, he reached into his other pocket for his pen; not finding it, he tried all his other pockets, with the same lack of results. "Oh, for the love of -" Of all the times to have forgotten a pen! Muttering darkly, he began poking at the device again, until one of the switches on the side finally yielded results.
"Well, how about that," he said, watching the startup screen. A little further experimenting got him into what looked like a message from... something with horns, if the attached picture was any indication. Now that was unusual. But it gave him the option to reply, at least...