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Once Jack, now Will. (jumpingpast) wrote in bellumlogs,

Will was in the process of starting another bartending shift and so he was clad in his uniform of a black polo shirt, half apron (also black) and jeans with black boots. Of course, when he opened his door he expected to exit into the hallway. But instead there was a bunch of fish all around him. He also noticed, with grumbling disdain that his apartment door was no longer behind him either.

Other people were here too though he wasn't sure if he knew them or not. He resigned himself to walk over to where they were, eyes raised to 'WTF' levels as he for once listened to everyone talking. "So...how the fuck do we get out of here exactly?" he asked. He'd try cooperating for once if it meant getting out of this situation. Or hallucination. Whatever.