#altverse:start

“Hey, do you know where I can find these ice pack things? Apparently they’re instant and less messy than using actual ice.” Jace asked the first person he saw walking by. He’d heard of people using ice when they got hurt, but he’d never dealt with it, so he had no idea where to go about looking for them. One of the other guys from the gym had suggested it, but he couldn’t exactly ask them where to get one without them thinking something was off about him.

Walking down the streets in a panic, Hannah couldn’t seem to get the attention of any passerby's. “Hey! Excuse me!” She called out, repeating the same 3 words over and over - she just needed answers. How did she get here? How was she alive? And why? None of it made any sense and the young girl was in a bit of a panic. Finally losing it after many failed attempts at human interaction, she reached for the next person to walk by, grabbing them by the shoulder. “Hey,” she spoke loudly, not waiting for them to turn around. “Where am I? What is this place?” 

“stupid earth, with no rules pertaining to permanent location. would have been a terrible colony. you find one nice barn and want to stay there but no...” she was muttering to herself. it was nothing new really. if anything it was a surprise the gem wasn’t recording her thoughts. spotting someone nearby peridot moved immediately, stumbling on short legs to catch up to them. “woah woah, wait up, stop so i can talk to you.” feeling like she was being heard peridot slowed down. “so, i’m kinda new to this whole.....city thing, and while it’s clearly not ideal i need things. i need your video stories, specifically the well crafted masterpiece that is camp pining hearts, as well as those physical color modifiers, i believe it’s been named paint, yes definitely paint. so paint and camp pining hearts, that’s what i need.” she folded her arms and looked at the stranger, expecting them to immediately do something now that she’d explained her needs.

        OKAY,  so it would’ve been nice if someone could’ve told murphy he was gonna end up in some weird alternate universe. just a little heads up,  nothing crazy.  something that would’ve prevented him from walking around looking like a moron in head-to-toe radiation gear.  “ WHAT  you never seen a guy in a radiation suit before? ”  god, he felt like he’d already said that like fifty times in the past few hours.  “ --- i think you’ll find it’s called being prepared and  looking fine.”

there is so much to absorb, which she does, first wide-eyed & curious; then brows furrowed, calculating. then comes the point that wendy decides she can’t work this out on her own; she must ask for assistance. “forgive me if this seems a foolish question . . . but we are not in london, are we? --- in fact, we are not in great britain at all?”