|Greg Sully (not_alex) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-03-14 23:52:00
|Entry tags:||!open, genevieve black, greg sully|
Who: Greg and Open
Where: A shopping area
What: New Arrival
When: Evening, 14th March
What the actual fuck was going on?
Greg stopped dead in his tracks and stared for what felt like ages at the view in front of him. Was that really a massive planet and loads of stars? It couldn't be. He'd been making his way from a compromised shelter to a newer one, heading out towards what was left of Hometree. He couldn't be in space. Had he caught what Blue Jake had, and was going mad? Or maybe he'd got hit in the head, or had been shot and was dying, or... something? Because there was no fucking way he was in space. Right?
He finally tore his eyes away from staring out at the gigantic swirly planet and looked all round himself. He was in some sort of weird split-level place, with balconies above him that all looked out of the window and... stores? Shops as far as he could see. This was insane.
With a light touch of the Force, he jumped up onto the balcony above him to see if anything was different. Still the same, shops on either side. The next five balconies were all the same. "Keep it together, Greg," he muttered, trying desperately to work out what kind of attack this was, and why the Bastard would want him to think he was in some sort of space mall. It wasn't working because he was too close to panicking, so he centered himself in the Force and reached out. His mom and dad were there, with some sort of weird echo going on, but Alex wasn't. So he reached further, and couldn't work out what was going on when he sensed people, and so many of them.
[Mom? Dad? What the hell is going on?] he sent, before continuing to try and explore where he'd found himself.