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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus was even more taken aback by that revelation, and it really did seem an almost miracle that people didn't get lost or confused everyday with that many places to wind up. He took a moment to be grateful that at least he was with Roger, who seemed to understand how this whole system worked, and wouldn't let him find himself somewhere with no idea where he was.

It was almost unfair, that any of his lingering irritation with the contraption behind him seemed to disappear in the face of Roger's grin, but he'd become weirdly accustomed to a lot of negative things being shaken off by the younger man's smile, so he just shrugged his shoulders as he said, "I suppose not."

He nodded in agreement with what sounded like a plan of action, because obviously he himself had no idea where to go or what to do upon arriving anywhere. Following Roger's lead, he stepped down onto the part of the street that was lower and a different color, for reasons Marcus couldn't have even begun to guess at, his own footsteps slightly slower as he tried not to get distracted by yet more strange sights. He had almost made it to the other side of the darker part of the path when he heard a a loud, obnoxious noise in conjunction with some sort of squealing. Startled by the sound, Marcus stopped and looked to his left, and was created by another unfamiliar contraption, though this one was much larger and had a very angry looking individual inside it who was waving their hands about and seemed to be shouting, though he couldn't hear a word they might have been saying.