Who:d'Artagnan and OPEN What:Confused wanderings When:Today Where:Near a bar Warnings:None Rating:G-PG??
To say things were overwhelming was an understatement. Everywhere d'Artagnan looked there was something he didn't recognize. He'd just made commission with the King he ought to be on top of the world, not baffled by his surroundings. Yet that was exactly where he found himself. It was a strange sensation.
D'Artagnan didn't know where to begin. As far as he was aware he didn't know anyone. Everyone wore strange clothes, or maybe he was the one in strange clothing apparently. He didn't see any leather, or horses, or stables. Everywhere he looked he only saw metal that blinded him briefly when the sun touched it from various buildings.
He'd been given a device to contact others, but the brunette didn't quite understand how to use it, nor did he currently have the patience to try to figure it out. His heart was a whirlwind of emotion, and his head was throbbing with each passing stare. He didn't know where to go or what to do, so where else did one go when the world seemed to be falling out from under their feet? He excused himself from the strange world to what he could only hope was a bar. It was there he didn't bother looking around, he only made his way for a stool to sit at and waved a leather gloved hand at an amused looking bar tender.
"Got an I.D. son?" He was asked, which only caused him to raise an eyebrow.
"A what?" He responded in annoyance. The man behind the bar met his annoyance with some of his own. "Identification. Something to prove you ain't actually thirteen?"
D'Artagnan had never had to prove his age. It was obvious this man was not going to give up in this matter, and d'Artagnan sighed. He was getting nowhere fast, he left the bar before the man could call whatever security he had to remove him and went to sit outside. He idly poked at the device he'd been given with only minor interest.