WHO:dannyrandkai and cpt_marvel WHAT: First meeting, introducing Danny to what the hell is going on WHERE: the ruins of Pancho's and elsewhere? WHEN: upon Danny's first arrival RATING: PG?
It wasn't like passing through a portal to another dimension, Danny had experience with those. This was something subtler and stranger, a sudden lurch through his body that left him nauseated and confused. He'd been through enough to recognize the basic gist of the action - welcome to another dimension, another reality, aren't you glad to be here? - but not the cause of it, nor where he truly was. A nice town. Vacant. Eerie. The weather at least seemed acceptable, although it was bordering on nighttime and his head ached from the jump. Assuming it was a jump. For a moment he massaged his temples and let his eyes shut. Maybe he was dead. Maybe this was the after life?
No, he'd been close enough to death before. It was rarely this sudden, wasn't it?
He grunted as he pushed to his feet, and checked his pockets. Empty. His jeans hung loose on his body, his hoodie equally so. He could use a shave. He doubted he'd get one. Sniffling, he headed to the table before him and picked up a phone. It looked similar enough to his own... He fiddled with it as he walked, texting into the ether as if that might generate a response.
The houses looked similar, but vacant enough to put him off entering. His bare feet kicked up dust as he walked, the ground warm but not as abrasive as the streets of New York City often were. He scratched at the back of his neck, braced himself, and finally peeked in the first building he heard some kind of noise coming from. Footsteps. The clink of glass.
"Uh, hello?" He asked the darkness as he looked into the room. "Is anyone home?"