Karl (FreakAngels) (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notraisedbytv) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-05-19 22:04:00 |
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Where: roof of the complex
When: Midafternoon, the 19th of December
What: Newbie fell in!
Warnings: He might swear some, but shouldn't be anything worse.
Karl could tell almost instantly that this wasn’t his garden, and it wasn’t his rainstorm, for one thing this rain was rapidly becoming sleet, even snow, and for another the plants felt foreign, and his strawberries were nowhere to be found. He let go of the rainstorm he’d been controlling, nose wrinkling at the cold splash when it actually hit him, bouncing almost merrily off the brim of his hat. He tugged his goggles down off his face, leaving them hanging limply around his neck, trying to sort out where he was and quite unable to do so.
He managed a remote view of the city after a few long moments of concentration, and it was nowhere he recognized, so he kept pulling back and kept pulling back until he was able to see the edges of the continent, and that was enough to startle him back to reality, shaking his head like a dog with water in its ears, "America, I’m in bloody middle-America. Guess our hole wasn’t quite as big as we thought." He murmured to himself, shaking his head once more and opening a wide-band mental call: Mass call to anyone with an iota of psychic ability around here, I’ve got a message for you: Hullo, my name is Karl, and I’m a mite lost. If anyone could explain how exactly I got to the states, I’d appreciate it. What he knew, but didn't notice, was that his eyes had the disconcerting tendency to glow purple whenever he used a part of the package, remote viewing, communication, anything.
That done, he went to inspect the plants, tutting and shaking his head at the state they were in, talking quietly to them as he went about shielding their roots from frost, as well as a few other little things, protecting them from the oncoming winter and apparently not minding at all that he was already drenched.