Who? Ezra & OPEN Where? The pub. When? Friday evening What? Getting to know the locals. Status? Closed, ongoing. Rating? ???
Ezra didn't know what the hell was going on. Things at home had been getting kind of intense, but as freaked out as he had been by some of the latest happenings, he hadn't quite prepared himself for kidnapping. At worst, he'd thought he might get fired, or arrested. But this was a whole new level of fucked up, and people seemed to just be accepting it. Or, well, either accepting it or acting completely insane. Maybe they'd been stuck here too long and it had started to drive them round the bend.
Either way, he was going to have to stop hiding and come out into the world, see if he could make sense of the place for himself. Hope to God he wasn't dead, or stuck in some sort of horror movie scenario.
So, he headed to the bright lights of the local pub, because it was always the most welcoming place in any town, he supposed.
He felt a bit of a mess, in day old clothes. And he was tired, so fucking tired- and confused. He doubted he was going to make the best first impression on anybody. Still, he headed on in, peering around to see if there were any other patrons, and then slid onto a bar stool, looking completely lost.