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caveofsapphires2012-05-05 09:53 am
onemoredrink) wrote in caveofsapphires2012-05-05 09:53 am
Was it a dream [Open]
WHO: Owen Carter (Julian Mitchell) and [OPEN]
WHAT: Culture shock and 'let me get drunk :('
WHERE: (Cave) Outside the living quarters, leading to the bar (hopefully)
WHEN: Saturday, May 5th
WARNINGS: There may be some cursing? Will update!
Owen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at a thing with moving pictures of... himself. He'd watched the thing a hundred times since they'd escorted him to his room the previous night, and he still couldn't understand what he was looking at. Moving pictures of people he didn't know advertising ales and mead, and... himself. It even sounded like him! It had to be magic. Someone had magiced up this image of him onto this device, whatever it was. He'd turned the device over more times than he'd watched the video, and couldn't make anything of it.
And then there were the papers, documents full of words he didn't understand, stating ownership of some ...business? The names were ones he didn't recognize, yet they were supposed to be his - Julian Mitchell. Julian? What was wrong with Owen?
Even more, he'd been told his entire life had been a dream. That this was the real world, that he was Julian Mitchell, and that he had to refrain from insisting he'd even existed in any other form. But... nothing here made any sense. Those moving pictures, the strange item of furniture with words lit up on it and lettered buttons, the... what he could only assume was some kind of stove, with its dials and buttons and no wood. Even the bed was strange. Even his clothes. It was all too much. He'd barely gotten any sleep, and sitting there trying to figure everything out was only making things worse. Overwhelmed, he could only think of one thing that might help things make some semblence of sense.
Alcohol.
He was supposed to be working in a bar anyway, so he set aside the moving picture thing and picked up the 'keycard' thing they'd told him to take everywhere and made for the door, pushing his hair back. He vaguely remembered how to get out of the building, and almost surprised himself with making it, but when he got to the street, he froze, staring wide-eyed. They'd said he was in a cave, but he hadn't really believed it. And suddenly seeing it with the clearest his mind had been since he'd woken up here, he still couldn't believe it. A city, complete with streets and buildings, located in a huge cavern, with... magic lighting on the ceiling?
"I really need a drink," he muttered to himself.
WHAT: Culture shock and 'let me get drunk :('
WHERE: (Cave) Outside the living quarters, leading to the bar (hopefully)
WHEN: Saturday, May 5th
WARNINGS: There may be some cursing? Will update!
Owen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at a thing with moving pictures of... himself. He'd watched the thing a hundred times since they'd escorted him to his room the previous night, and he still couldn't understand what he was looking at. Moving pictures of people he didn't know advertising ales and mead, and... himself. It even sounded like him! It had to be magic. Someone had magiced up this image of him onto this device, whatever it was. He'd turned the device over more times than he'd watched the video, and couldn't make anything of it.
And then there were the papers, documents full of words he didn't understand, stating ownership of some ...business? The names were ones he didn't recognize, yet they were supposed to be his - Julian Mitchell. Julian? What was wrong with Owen?
Even more, he'd been told his entire life had been a dream. That this was the real world, that he was Julian Mitchell, and that he had to refrain from insisting he'd even existed in any other form. But... nothing here made any sense. Those moving pictures, the strange item of furniture with words lit up on it and lettered buttons, the... what he could only assume was some kind of stove, with its dials and buttons and no wood. Even the bed was strange. Even his clothes. It was all too much. He'd barely gotten any sleep, and sitting there trying to figure everything out was only making things worse. Overwhelmed, he could only think of one thing that might help things make some semblence of sense.
Alcohol.
He was supposed to be working in a bar anyway, so he set aside the moving picture thing and picked up the 'keycard' thing they'd told him to take everywhere and made for the door, pushing his hair back. He vaguely remembered how to get out of the building, and almost surprised himself with making it, but when he got to the street, he froze, staring wide-eyed. They'd said he was in a cave, but he hadn't really believed it. And suddenly seeing it with the clearest his mind had been since he'd woken up here, he still couldn't believe it. A city, complete with streets and buildings, located in a huge cavern, with... magic lighting on the ceiling?
"I really need a drink," he muttered to himself.
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