John Connor (johnbaum) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-11-01 16:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: john connor, c: marcus wright, l: necrohelm |
RP: John/Open
Who: John Connor and ANY
When: 1 November
Where: The Hotel
What: John's getting acclimated to wherever this is
John felt at the back of his pants to make sure he still had his gun on him before making his way down to the lobby of the hotel at which he apparently had a room in this crazy place. He had seen some weird things in his lengthy-short life. But, this town was like walking into the afterlife side of a Dia de los Meurtos celebration. And he was pretty sure the woman who'd checked him in at the desk had fangs like a vampire. Suddenly, murdering machines that masqueraded as humans under the command of a fascist AI network seemed very, very normal.
As he wandered down the hall and toward the stairs down to the lobby, he tried to sort out everything that had happened in the last...hour? Two?
He and Kyle had been running for cover. John had stumbled, lost his grip on his rifle like a noob as he went down, crashing through a grate of some kind. But, when he'd rolled to stand, he was no longer in the bombed-out remains of Los Angeles. Getting his feet under him, he'd looked around to find himself on what looked like one of those vintage buses that ran the murder tours Downtown. Most unsettling of all had been the guy dressed like a conductor who had called him by name and ushered him upstairs.
Or, rather, that was the most unsettling until John had turned to go and seen, through the windows, nothing but space.
Actual outer space.
Clothes, brief intel, and a couple of hand held devices later, he was being ushered out the door toward town.
A town that didn't seem overly friendly at all. Most of the people (creatures? beings? what were some of them supposed to be?) he encountered avoided looking at him in the same manner as tourists on Hollywood Blvd. avoided looking at the homeless on the street. Those who did acknowledge his presence just pointed in the direction of the hotel and moved on quickly, some with even darker glares and creepy mutterings.
Now that he was in the hotel, he supposed he should figure out who this Draco Malfoy person was and then find a quiet, out of the way place to see if he could hack the hand-held device he'd been given for himself and figure out more about what was going on. It was clear the conductor was connected, since he'd sent that message announcing John's presence and real name. So, if the conductor was connected, there was a chance the devices ran on the same network as whatever the conductor was using to run the bus...ship...transport...whatever that thing really was.
As he entered the lobby, his one positive thought was that at least, wherever and whenever he was, he'd arrived fully clothed this time.