paixaorpg | A Change of Location [Active/Open]

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.

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"Stop lookin' so dumbstrruck," comes an irritated purr from nearby. This mithra continues, hand on chin, looking bored and slightly annoyed, "all you newbies are always the same. Confused, pathetic, and likely a waste of my time."

That didn't exactly explain why she was hanging out by the gate though, perched up on a piece of architecture, her tail lazily curled over the side. "Well, I suppose it isn't like you're givin' a panic attack. Jeez."

Lei'ella had been wandering near the gate, pondering her latest dilemma: organizing an expedition to attempt to get out of this place. She hadn't been looking to be helpful at all, really, but she couldn't help but over-hear Naja's "greeting" of who was no doubt a new arrival. She couldn't help but feel a little defensive on his behalf. She couldn't imagine anyone handling it well. At least it wasn't magically pitch black anymore.

"As if such an abrupt, and magical displacement is easy for everyone to accept?" she called to Naja, stepping into view with a veiled smirk, but sparing an apologetic smile for McGee.

So the city was inside a castle, now? It would have to be a fairly large castle to fit, although all thing considered, Susan had seen any number of things that were just as odd if not more. Most of them she hadn't even wanted to be a part of.

She didn't seem to have a choice though. She never had before, so why start now. In this case, by seeing what could be seen outside the walls of the city. There weren't any answers there, so logic dictated they'd be outside.

"That would depend on them," she answered as she got into range of the conversation.

OOC: Yaaaay! The company is more than welcome! ^^

The purr startled him. McGee swung his eyes up from the device to stare at the speaker. Before he had time to say something--although he had no idea, really, what he'd say--another voice broke in and McGee turned his head to notice a figure that was much more familiar, if no less alarming. If she, unlike the first figure, wore a sympathetic smile, McGee did not notice: he was far too busy staring at the long, pointed ears, emerging from underneath her silver hair.

The third person confirmed his mounting suspicion. If less bizarre-looking than the others, her clothing was still unnervingly old-fashioned, and the shock of white hair...well, it was nothing to the first girl, in any case, who had managed to give herself a cat face. The makeup was astounding, and once he'd managed to shut his mouth, McGee found himself grinning and looking around with new eyes. Everything suddenly made sense. He was so relieved and mildly giddy that he realized they'd been speaking only in the silence that followed.

"Uh, I'm sorry, wh-what convention is this?" He swept his eyes over the scene again. Not everything made sense; he still didn't know how he'd gotten here. And he was not looking forward to whatever Tony would have to say when he found out McGee had spent his evening being accosted by a cat-girl, an elf, and someone whose clothes indicated she was clearly living a couple of centuries behind.

"It would depend," she agrees idly to the collective. She was never really bothered by the displacement herself. Got over it rather quick, although there was the continued spikes of annoyance.

"Convention?" Naja then echoes, raising a brow and looking over at the others. "This is Paixao. A crruddy city that we're all trapped in. I don't know what you're talkin' about otherwise."

"Oh," McGee says, softly. The grin fades from his face. He likes cons as much as the next person--a lot more than the next person, actually--but he hates those ones where no one will go out of character even an instant to tell you what's happening. He never goes to those if he can help it.

"Nevermind." There's no point showing them his badge and he knows it, so he goes for his phone instead. There's still no signal. He lifts it up and waves it a little. "I don't suppose any of you are going to tell me if you've got signal?"

Lei'ella found herself sighing softly, her ears dropping a little as she exhaled. Denial was thick with this one. But she could still hardly blame him. What insanity a convention must be if comparable to Paixao. She knew very little about technology at all, and still struggled with her journal device, but she knew what she felt was enough.

"It is likely you are more than a little far from home," she tried to state it as gently as possible, but the sooner he accepted it, the better off he would be. "I would not expect to find anything but your journal to get any signals," she explained, motioning to his own journal. While Lei'ella wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about by a signal, she gathered that the device he held up must be similar in purpose.

The only conventions Susan was familiar with were the social sort. All those wonderful things that decided what could and could not happen over the course of a day, or any other span of time.

Her life had a maddening tendency to ignore them.

"I wouldn't count on it being easy to get back, either," she added. Not unless he had abilities that no one else here seemed to have, and given some of the people already present she rather doubted that.

She continues to stare at the newcomer as if he was out of his mind. Maybe it was because she wasn't often at the gates looking for fresh meat, but this guy just seemed so... so odd. She wasn't quite sure if it was worth it hanging around, but she stays at her perch nonetheless.

Besides, she was scouting, and there was always the chance someone else walks through.

She flicks her gaze to the device in his hand. "What's that thing supposed to be?" she questions, pointing towards it, her ears twitching slightly.

"No signal," McGee repeated, trying to quash his frustration. "Er, okay. Is there...someone I can talk to, at least? Someone in charge, maybe?"

The more normally dressed of the two mentioned something about it not being easy to get back, and the hair on the back of McGee's neck stood up. As much as he wanted to believe he'd just somehow stumbled into some weird convention, he wasn't sure he could delude himself that much anymore. Something else was going on, obviously. For starters, how had he even gotten there?

"A...phone?" he answered the cat-girl, unsure of what she was asking. "Well, a Blackberry, actually; one of the newest ones. Um." He looked between it and the the device he'd just been given, confusion acute. "Why...why are they handing out free PDAs?"

He lifted it to his face again, looking over it with narrowed eyes, and took a deep breath. There was no need to panic. He had his service weapon, and his phone, even if it wasn't working, and Gibbs or Tony must've realized he'd vanished by now. Things, no doubt, would start making sense very, very soon.

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