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Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,

Micah had been ready to go out. He'd been having dreams he couldn't recall, and he was stressed, and the full moon was edging ever closer. And so he'd put on his nicest jeans and the sweater that brought out the green in his eyes (he was told), and he'd locked the door to 202 behind.

He'd just started toward 206, to check on Iris before leaving, when everything around him changed in an instant.

He noticed the glass walls first - an aquarium? - not the people around him in the darkness or the shark in the distance. None of those things were within arm's reach, you see, and so he walked toward the plaque on the floor (the only non-plaster item at his feet).

"Que carajo estas haciendo ahora, Bellum?" he muttered, crouching down to read the words inscribed there.