A Change of Location [Active/Open]

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Character(s): McGee, anyone else~
Content: A bewildered Timothy McGee finds himself in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Geekery.

Sleepily, he rolled over, seeking a smoother surface, and opened his eyes when he didn't find any. Shock set it quickly; McGee sat up and stared around himself. Where was he?

The first thing to note was that he was obviously in some kind of city, near a large entrance gate crowed with people. They formed a long queue, winding all the way to the area he was sprawled, indecorously, napping in the middle of the street like a homeless man. Hit with this sudden realization, McGee sprang to his feet.

A quick patting down of his clothes confirmed all his important items were still in place: badge, service weapon, wallet. Comforted but confused, McGee started forwards, heading towards the person on the tail end of the queue.

"Excuse me? Hi?" Surprised, the man turned to look at him, and sudden understanding came over his face.

"You're new," the man said, a little over-blandly, and after a moment McGee nodded, eyes going wide. He was suddenly, fervently glad his service weapon was still strapped to his side.

"Er, yeah. Yes. Yes, I am. Would you...would you mind telling me where we are?"

"Paixao." The man reached inside his oddly old-fashioned looking vest and McGee almost had a heart-attack; before he could fumble out his gun, however, the man was pre-offering a small, rectangular object, a slightly amused but mostly bored expression on his face. "Paixao, he repeated, as though this was meant to help, and gave the object in his hand a little shake. "You'll be needing one of these. Now you should probably go on ahead. They won't mind if you jump the queue."

Dread was mounting in McGee's stomach, but as soon as he took the object, a wave of relief washed over him. This was--he knew what this was, it was a PDA! A little different from any design he'd ever seen, but with this, with this he could contact Tony, or Gibbs; ask what the hell was going on, figure something out...Slipping the stylus out with a deft finger, McGee began to walk forward, hesitant but less frightened, a hopeful gaze fixed on the miniature screen.