Who: Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse (freaking_fairy) What: He doesn't know... discussing things When: Tuesday evening, upon arrival Where: The streets of the Atlantis
Eric was confused, to put it mildly. The first thing he remembered was standing in an office, of sorts, in some sort of trousers, bare chested, his feet bare as well. He felt the sensation of the coolness hitting his skin, but knew it to be artificial. There was a man, handing him some papers and a key. He looked at them curiously, his brows furrowed. But he didn't trust this person. And he could tell his welcome in this office was worn out.
So he slipped outside into the balmy night air. He sniffed the ocean breeze, watching the few people mill about, paying him no attention. He had no idea what to do. His packet remained sealed, and he merely stood there for a few moments... watching. Then he began to walk down the road, keeping to the shadows as much as possible, afraid someone were after him.