Introductions and Icecapades

 
As John stood there quietly watching the people around him appear. John wondered "I should probably say hi or something." Just as John was about to say something he looked up and saw something falling John pointed and said "Its a man!"John saw the man fall on the stack of papers and stood there in shock he heard someone say "Pick him up" but he just stood there. As John watched as others picked him up and stared to take him to a nearby cave. John shouted "Whats going on here, where are we, did he send all of you people too." John shivered as he noticed the giant he hurried to keep up.

Ace V. Tellers

The name and image will change once he does
(OOC)

Ace came to for the last several minutes
posts since his arrival
OOC. All that went through his mind (besides listening to the conversations and watching the events after entrance, southbound,) is--This isn't a game, this is real. This isn't a game, this is real. This isn't a game, this is real....

"This isn't a game, this is real."

Ace didn't even (at least fully) realize he'd partially snapped out of his catatonia. When he saw the world move (when, part of him understood he was moving around, and the rest of him couldn't accept the nightmare that was this reality,) he began to speak, almost in a monotone (to himself, and the small part of him that understood that was going on knew he was communicating to who or whatever was here.)

"This world is real. It's not a video game, or a role-playing game, or a live-action game, or a part in a reality show like the Fates told me so I'd have a chance to understand and accept willingly. It's another f[expletive deleted]ing dimension like they tried to warn me."


Ace absentmindedly took out a gas bill from his jacket pocket and (unbroken) pen from his pants pocket and began to write down on the back what happened to him (and why the hell not, the "Time Bandits" pitch, if he ever returned home; it would be a hell of a good pitch and nothing is new under the Hollywood sun anyway.)
While he was positive (or at least the small part that was sane and not shut down) the recorder in his front button-down shirt pocket was intact, he had no idea how long the batteries would last, assuming such a thing would have survived any electro-magnetic dimensional, uhh...whatever happens when you jump realities. Ace continued to talk, like a person who just survived a bomb blast or somehow walked through a battlefield and lived.

"Listen up. I know this is where somebody is supposed to say 'Great Scott'
"The Office"
[Pun Intentional] or something. But this is really happening. Really happening. If anybody gets hurt or worse...we don't get an extra life or raise from the dead
well, he doesn't know about that yet
OOC re-roll, or do-over or whatever it's called. This is reality. Again, not TV or a play or a show, reality as real as...whatever this place is...gets."


Any person well-versed with mental-health, especially psychology, could explain that the words the man just said were not (at least mostly) to benefit others, but trying to help their Id cope. Then again, any person well-versed with psychology who went through what the arrivals did might simply think they injured their head from an accident like Ace's "fall," or are experiencing a psychotic break--most likely starting when they met that being that offered "the deal" from their reality (that obviously they couldn't bear living with anymore. ) In other words, mental health experts wouldn't be very helpful right now, and this was how Ace was dealing with what just happened.

Ace continued absentmindedly to finish up writing and place the items back in his jacket and pants pocket
second journal entry
(OOC), then went over to the giant; well...giant; and picked up one of the papers to read. Like it or not, the shock was wearing off, and the full impact of the reality he just heard "somebody" say was coming to bear as he finished up his talking,
"So anybody should figure out what this means...wait, are there caves over there?"

Ace's face began to take a stony look as what he just said fully hit home and he was really there.
Oh God, what did I just do?

Jared Lees, Human (at the moment!)

As it becomes obvious that Ace doesn't need help (or at least any kind of help that Jared can offer), Jared turns and shaking his head, and rubbing his arms against the cold, begins moving towards the caves.

"C'mon you lot, lets get into some shelter, then we can try and work out what the hell is happening."





Ace V. Tellers

The name and image will change once he does
(OOC)

"Wait! What about him?" Ace points towards the immobile man (ZhuGuan.) "Are you just leaving him here to die? We gotta help him!"

Like it or not, the fate of another kept Ace (subconsciously) from going completely mental right then.


Looking over the heavy and large paper reveals nothing to Ace either. Whatever language (if it really is a language and not just a four year old's Saturday morning doodles) it is beyond his comprehension. He sees that David and
This is assuming that Jack does in deed do as he's asked
Jack seem to be forming a makeshift chair with their own bodies, they just need help lifting the sick man into their waiting arms.

The name and image will change once he does
(OOC)

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Originally Posted by Flea View Post
Looking over the heavy and large paper reveals nothing to Ace either. Whatever language (if it really is a language and not just a four year old's Saturday morning doodles) it is beyond his comprehension. He sees that David and
This is assuming that Jack does in deed do as he's asked
Jack seem to be forming a makeshift chair with their own bodies, they just need help lifting the sick man into their waiting arms.
Ace assists the two men (David and Jack) in lifting and carrying, comically having several of the giant "scrawled" papers put in his blazer outside pockets.


After see everyone struggle with the falling man John swallowed his shock. "Um... I can help if i can." John though "Is this all worth it" as he helps with the man.

Jared looks over at Ace, and then at the sick man where there is now a small group of avid helpers gathered. Knowing too many numbers will be more hinderance then help, he continues on toward the cave. As he goes he fishes in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Flipping it open he looks at the screen, hoping beyond hope that there is some kind of signal here... where ever here is.

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Originally Posted by justin_elliott View Post
[SNIP] As he goes he fishes in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Flipping it open he looks at the screen, hoping beyond hope that there is some kind of signal here... where ever here is.

Jared's phone says "searching for signal" when he looks at the screen. What's worse is that the power is down to one bar, and when it has to search for a signal it drains the power a great deal faster. His phone likely won't last another hour or two.

As the group of strangers begin moving towards the caves to try and get the sickly man and the snow-soaked Ace to dryer and somewhat warmer grounds, they hear a voice call out from behind them. "Yo!" shouts a slightly nasally voice. "You're not even close to ready for that yet!"

When some of the group turn to see who addressed them, they are caught a little off guard by what they see. They had expected to see someone powerful, or perhaps mystical. Instead, what they see is a somewhat young hispanic
man standing ankle deep in the snow. His head is nearly shaved and he wears glasses. The sun reflects brightly off of them nearly obscuring his eyes, but what they can see of them, they are squinting. He could easily be mistaken as "high", just by the way his eyes look and the relaxed stance he portrays.

One amongst the group recognizes the man standing behind them. John Clarke looks on at the man who sent him here. This is the man who claimed to know where his father was. The man who called himself by an absurd name. He called himself Snap-On.




 

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