Who: Matt Murdock and OPEN What: Landing Where: Middle of the city When: Monday night Status: OPEN/ongoing Rating: Low
Matt was not unused to waking up in odd places, usually they were not indoors though. He sat up and tried to get a read on the place but it was strange, he smelled the dust and books but this didn't make sense-they weren't in any sort of order or even on shelves, they were just scattered all over the building and it seemed like, as far as he could tell, they hadn't been touched in ages. It took him a while to find a door, his perceptions of the place skewed by the stacks he couldn't 'see' around until he moved around them himself. He did make his way outside eventually, and could tell right away something was wrong. He was still in a city of some sort but not any like he'd been in before. There were no cars, no buzz of the lights and no din of people talking with each other. He knew it was night, that much he could still feel, but he was not in Hell's Kitchen anymore. Not in New York at all. This...this was a new one.
He wished he had his cane. It was his story, his cover for when he wasn't in his mask, but he couldn't find it, he didn't even have real clothes, just some sweats he'd gone to bed in. He made his way along the street anyway, hoping that maybe he could find someone who would talk to him or some building that seemed occupied by more than books. He had to admit, he was starting to get worried when it proved much, much harder than he'd expected.