Q (smallobjects) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-05-19 23:20:00 |
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Log: Quentin & Open
Who: Quentin Coldwater & Open
What: Roaming around
When: Wednesday (5/20) afternoon
Where: Near the coliseum/out and about
Warnings: General mentions of the coliseum; TBD
Alright, so maybe this place wasn't one of Ember's tricks. Probably. Maybe. Quentin still had a hard time accepting that this was another world entirely with no connection to home or to Fillory. Of all people, he should know that different worlds were possible, but there should have been a portal of some kind that would take him home, the Neitherlands, or even to Fillory. Goodland, Fake New York, or whatever people were calling it didn't seem to have any way out. Unless one counted the city transformations into other places that'd he read about from some others on the network.
There was also the real possibility that this was his fucked up afterlife. It would figure, right? Instead of finding any semblance of peace, he'd gotten on that train, and this was his final destination. A mix of fantasy come to life and a whole lot of weird tossed together like a salad for him and the rest of the residents to make sense of any way that they could. No matter what this place was, whether another world, part of the multi-verse, or his shitty afterlife, he had to figure out a way to get by. He'd gotten a little settled in his apartment - with an odd mix of roommates - and was trying to figure out what his next move should be. Brakebills didn't exist here, so he couldn't continue any unfinished education. He could find a job somewhere, but it was hard to know what he was qualified for except some leftover memories from his life as Brian.
No matter how easy it might have been to stay holed up in his room, Quentin tried to take a walk every day, and this time he was making his way through some random part of the city. He was only half paying attention to his destination when he heard loud cheers coming from around a corner. Looking up, that's when he saw the massive coliseum up ahead.
"What the fuck?" He muttered. This must have been the thing others had talked about recently. He had wondered if it was just another quirk of this place that he hadn't made sense of yet, but this was a real and legitimate coliseum like the actual Colosseum. And from the sounds of it? It was up and running.
"Excuse me," Quentin stopped a random passer-by on the street. "Can you tell me if people are fighting inside the coliseum?"
"They sure are. I've got seats for one of the fight's tonight. Can't wait."
"Okay.... thanks."
He wasn't so sure what to make of that. Was this really going to be like ancient Rome when gladiators would fight to the death? Quentin had to admit that there was a certain morbid curiosity to the whole thing, but ultimately, he didn't really want to be a spectator to a fight to the death. He'd witnessed that in his own life though in a different way than what was happening inside the arena now.
Still looking up at the massive structure, Quentin wasn't paying close attention to where he was going. His distraction caused him to accidentally bump into someone in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should look where I'm going instead of up at that thing," he said and pointed to the coliseum.