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paixaorpg2008-01-17 12:32 am
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Where's the phone shop? [Completed]
Character(s): Vincent Valentine, Rose Tyler, anyone else?
Content: Mr. Valentine arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None?
Vincent awoke from a slumber he did not remember falling into and it immediately alarmed him. The last thing he remembered doing was sitting on the bed in the hotel room - listening to the news and watching the carnival outside. If he had dozed off he would have remembered it and that glass of wine had mostly been left untouched. So what was the cause?
When he opened his eyes the sight that greeted him was a peculiar one; gates composed out of golden flames. He couldn't say he had seen anything like it before in his travels, at least not without the gates completely burning down. He was quick to position himself into a crouch, his hand resting on his holster as he swiftly assessed his situation. Finding no immediate threat - there was only a line of people at the gate - he stood up and apparently not having much of a different option, joined the cue.
So now here he was in a strange domed city that had a sky painted on it, standing in a line of people who were all blond and made him stand out more than ever. One could say Vincent was not all too pleased. It took a while for the man behind the booth to pry Vincent's name out of him but eventually he succeeded and Vincent was ushered into the city with a journal in his hand. Oh joy, more technology. He would've stuck to his phone if he had it on him but apparently it got left behind when he was brought here.
Content: Mr. Valentine arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None?
Vincent awoke from a slumber he did not remember falling into and it immediately alarmed him. The last thing he remembered doing was sitting on the bed in the hotel room - listening to the news and watching the carnival outside. If he had dozed off he would have remembered it and that glass of wine had mostly been left untouched. So what was the cause?
When he opened his eyes the sight that greeted him was a peculiar one; gates composed out of golden flames. He couldn't say he had seen anything like it before in his travels, at least not without the gates completely burning down. He was quick to position himself into a crouch, his hand resting on his holster as he swiftly assessed his situation. Finding no immediate threat - there was only a line of people at the gate - he stood up and apparently not having much of a different option, joined the cue.
So now here he was in a strange domed city that had a sky painted on it, standing in a line of people who were all blond and made him stand out more than ever. One could say Vincent was not all too pleased. It took a while for the man behind the booth to pry Vincent's name out of him but eventually he succeeded and Vincent was ushered into the city with a journal in his hand. Oh joy, more technology. He would've stuck to his phone if he had it on him but apparently it got left behind when he was brought here.
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She swallowed. Stay in the present. She'd be alright again, soon. She couldn't help keeping an ear out for the TARDIS, hoping so much to hear it again sooner rather than later.
She blinked when he approached her, and then glanced around a bit. Well, she hadn't noticed a phone shop when she glanced at the map... She chewed the inside of her lip lightly, suddenly pocketing her phone. "Well, actually... I don't know if there is one. But I jus' got here, too, so I don't really know much of this place. I haven'... seen anyone else with a phone... None of the locals..." She frowned and patted her pocket. "I came in with mine. It doesn' work very well, when it normally should."
She glanced up at the unusual domes. "I think those are messing with the signal or something. But the journals work fine..." Didn't make much sense to her, really.
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"Do you know how we got here?" Vincent just couldn't figure it out. Had someone taken him here? For what purpose? If someone had, he was pretty certain he would've noticed it one way or another. So how the hell did he get here?