Repose Books (reposebooks) wrote in repose, @ 2018-03-26 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, beau williams, stephanie miller, ~plot: books |
Grit & Girl Scout
Who: Grit and Girl Scout
What: Return
Where: Starting at the exhibit
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: TBD.
The andy was still watching the bartender make the drink when the world began to fade, black into white, white into black, the edges of the world softening up. The dampness that had seemed to cling to the air remained, but it was less now too, and emerging was a lot like falling -- and fall he did, right on his ass with a soft exclamation.
That was -- he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he stared up at the ceiling. He was in an exhibit, not a book, not a city in the future. He was real, and living, bones and flesh and sinew, not programming and data and wires that could cross and probably fry his brain. He swallowed again, blinked, exhaled. The world was gone and this was reality.
With a little muffled grunt, he pushed his hands down and levered himself up. Like hers, his hair was pink, though more cotton candy than riotous, and the strands were just long enough to brush against his -- for once -- covered shoulders. He'd gone a little more sedate for tonight, except for the platforms that he was currently trying to get under him: jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie that was almost too big for him. With a quiet exhale, he finally managed to get the boots under him and up he went, slow just in case, but he made it with only a few little starbursts in his vision.
And fuck. He wasn't alone. Beau held a hand out to -- was this the girl that had been with him there?