1st Heart

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[And all of a sudden, there is a man on the plane. A man that has been here before, but doesn't recall it. He's frozen in mid stride, hand stretched out as if he had been holding onto something, looking as confused as he ever has.

Slowly, he unfreezes and walks forward, until he reaches something he can touch. Making sure it's there. Or he's here. Or whatever. An anchor for senses and nothing more]

Now I've seen some pretty weird shit. Kinda stuff that a man might spend his whole life trying to reason with. But I think this...this might just take the cake.

[He reaches for his piece, gripping the handle and pulling it free from his holster then letting his arm hang at his side. He glances from side to side. Slowly, just trying to make sense of it. And he gives up pretty swiftly when he realizes that making sense of THIS wasn't gonna happen. Not yet.

He releases the object he had gripped and turns around, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some cigarettes. He lights himself up one, then observes once again. What happened to that shop? Why was he suddenly in this...place? And of that matter, what was with the random shit scattered about. His grip relaxes momentarily before tightening again, and he begins to walk in any one direction. If he's lucky, there will be people here.

And if his luck is anything like it usually is, they'll be shooting on sight. He's used to that.]

Time to find me the wizard. I'm no Dorothy, and I ain't got the time to dick around in Oz.

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[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Seems too easy, but hell, beats tapping my heels together. [And, sure enough, he pauses to get his thoughts together and takes a ste-pop.







pop-p back into the Astral plane. Yeah, he's gonna take a second to enjoy that cig he's got, looking a little bit more than just confused right about now]

Okay. That's...I got no idea just what that is.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[smirks] The Astral Bar's that way, if you need a bit of help in the processing department. [he points it out helpfully]

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[He makes note of it, nodding once in response.] Maybe later. I'm not exactly the type of guy that needs to wet his whistle in order to make shit make sense.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it! 'Sides, it's not so confusing once you get the hang of it. Been coming here for...nearly a year now, myself. Blimey, has it really been that long?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Then it looks like I'm going to need to settle in for the long haul. [He looks at the brochure again. After a thought, he holsters his gun and turns his hand to pulling the cigarette out]

This ain't so bad. Just weird is all. Go in expecting some kind of store, and next thing you know, you're standing in...this.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Just gets weirder, but you'll get used to it. It's not half bad, though. ...Mostly.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Mostly?