Who: Lowell Tracey & Open When: Thursday Evening Where: Downtown What: Lowell arrives in town. Rating/Warnings: TBD Status: Incomplete and Open
They say that time flies when you are having fun; and there was no denying that his night at the recording studio had indeed been quite enjoyable, still when Lowell stepped out of the place with his guitar case in hand he expected to still be in Seattle...and expected it to still be April 22nd, 2015. However to his great surprise both parts of that were somehow wrong. Instead of heading home the Brit found himself standing there in the street of a strange new town. Apparently almost four years in the future. As disconcerting as that was, the arrival of a welcoming committee had been even odder.
Oh it was downright cordial of them to have offered over a bit the keys to a new apartment, a bit of cash, and a new phone. Still even with the explanation offered Tracey was quite concerned. And not just because of the whole magic bubble dome either. Back in Seattle things had been good. Well besides having just likely made an utter fool of himself with the one woman he had hoped to possibly start getting closer too. No, as awkward as all that had been at least back home he had a supply of brains to keep him fed. Here though; well this place was new and Lowell had no clue just where to even begin trying to look.
Thankfully he had just eaten a few hours ago, and if push came to shove he could go a few weeks before that hunger started to really kick in. So instead of freaking out, even though that somehow seemed to be a fairly decent response to what was going on, he took a few deep breaths and finally just looked around before sighing softly to himself. There was no time like the present to check this town out, and with a bit of luck he'd either find a way free, or at least find a place to grab a fresh brain.