#scatteredstart

@scatteredstart​

He didn’t understand any of it, how could he? The last thing he could recall was Copper standing over him, everything after that he couldn’t recall, it was covered by a thick fog and it wouldn’t clear. Suddenly he woke up here in some random town, he felt taller and noticed he looked more like his mom than he ever had before, and none of it made any sense.

He walked along the road, trying to find anyone he could talk to, he needed some answers.

“Excuse me?!” he called to the person just ahead of him, trying to wave them down “hello could you help me? I can’t seem to figure out where i am”

@scatteredstart

setting: Main Street USA; sundown

Jean-Baptiste Facilier was walking through what he thought were the streets of New Orleans after a long day of healing the ill. He had only had his eyes fixed on his leather boots for a moment before he looked up again to see the world around him had morphed into something unrecognizable. The French Colonial storefronts were now completely different, and much more ornate looking. The aged and cracking paints were replaced with solid and vibrant paints. The cracked brick roads were now spotless and smoother. "What in the devil..." Jean-Baptiste barely uttered before he heard footsteps to his right. He whirled around to greet the stranger, "Excuse me, what's happened to Congo Square? Where am I?"