Dan Dreiberg aka Night Owl II (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} niteowlish) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
"It was 1985 last I checked," Dan said, tucking his box underneath his arm. He straightened up, his fists clenching when Ted jumped back suddenly. This place was making him jumpy and the kid's nonsensical riddles weren't helping. Dan frowned as he looked down at his own clothing, a black t-shirt and brown pants. "Future dude?" Dan repeated looking back up at Ted as he started going through his own box.
"Okay," he said when Ted asked him if he was a dead dude, his expression turning serious. "What are you on?" If he had any left Dan was going to have to confiscate it. Considering they had no idea where they were or how they got there, the kid didn't need to be any more whacked than he already was.
Strange things indeed. Dan didn't know how to react at the weird use of the word afoot. He was suddenly reminded of reading Sherlock Holmes books under the covers as a kid. "Right," Dan said slowly. "Stick together." Deciding that getting a straight answer out of the young man was impossible, Dan started walking in the direction of the steeple he'd spotted.
He looked over at Ted when he spoke about their being dead as an actual possibility. "We're not dead," Dan said, quickly. He stopped to stare at Ted as he once again seemed to launch into a fit of convulsions involving some kind of invisible instrument. "Do you do that a lot?"