Who: Harry Dresden, his dog Mouse, and OPEN
What: One (1) Wizard is very confused
Where: Compound Grounds
When: Thursday Afteroon
Warnings: You might get smartass poisoning, being around Harry.
Status: in-progress
The figure that was marching across the grounds was definitely unusual and probably bound to attract attention. The fact that he was nearly seven feet tall probably had something to do with it. The long, leather duster that swept behind him, combined with the jeans, black t-shirt, and cowboy boots were also distinctive. As was the staff, six feet of solid oak, that he was carrying, stomping on the ground as he walked. And, of course, there was the dog, massive and black, that looked like it probably ate small horses for lunch.
Of course, the fact that he was muttering to himself probably didn't help either.
"Okay, okay, think, Harry, think! What do you know?
"Okay, so apparently Iron Man is a real person, and you're either trapped in a movie or a comic book. And the thing Bob talked about with alternate universes is, apparently, correct. Make sure not to tell him that, he'll be even smugger than usual. Don't think about Bob and Mister right now. Thomas knows about both of them, he'll make sure they're okay if you go missing.
"What you need to think about right now is that you are surrounded by enough technology that I'm surprised the building hasn't exploded yet. Keep yourself under control. It'll be worse if you panic. There is no need to panic, despite this being the most perfect time to panic in the history of times to panic."
He came to a stop. The dog gave him a curious look.
"No, I don't know what we're going to do."
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