Who: Romana and Cal, the new arrival. Where: Romana's place. When: It was early afternoon in New York, so late morning, local time. What: Arrival! Warnings: Cal's got a potty mouth sometimes, that should be the worst of it though.
Cal landed hard, flat on his face in what would have been an impressive belly-flop had he been aiming for a pool, instead he'd apparently aimed for a coffee table, yelping once as it gave way beneath him, jarring already bruised ribs and causing a friction burn along his jaw from his momentum when he hit the floor.
He twisted over onto his uninjured arm, using the injured one to scrabble for the knife in the sheath at his ribs. He looked bad, and he smelled worse, covered in what amounted to swamp muck, bruised and battered and utterly lost, he'd felt the portal open, but he didn't recognize where he was.