gotosleep_idiot | January & February Test Drive Meme

He stands in the middle of the Northern District, face scrunched and cigarette forgotten in his hand. Nothing was familiar, his mind rolling through city after city after city in an attempt to pick where he was. But, it was useless. This was not familiar, not even from books or televisions.

Flicking the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it he shrugs, oh well, it was clean and relatively modern. Nothing to worry about for the moment. He whistled an old song and started down the street, wobbling a bit as his feet tried to catch up to the rhythm of the city.

"Damned place. can't get a 'old of it." The accent was warm, a meld of Creole and Barbados, "Can't get 'old of anyone come t'ink a it." So alone...but not unarmed, he'd had worse odds.

"Oh!" He came to a swaying stop, staring straight up at the sign reading 'Furman's Bar'. "Now 'is place...'as merits."

Dirk had meandered back to his safe place. The bar. He sat and heard the door open behind him, turning to see who came and dropped the glass in his hand.

In a rush he charged at the man and grabbed him fully, dragging him to the far end and pinning him against the wall.

"You are not here!"

Please be a dream. Please be a nightmare! Please, oh please, let this be another horrible prank by the city!

Rose is spinning around on a stool in the bar, drinking Vitex from a silly straw and looking a lot less like she's legal age and more like a child who really shouldn't be in a bar. Oh well.

"AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIi~~~~IIIII~~~~ WILL ALWAYS LOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU~!" she sings along loudly with the jukebox, hanging upside down from the stool, hair still not touching the ground, and boots hooked on the bar --

And choked at the sight of a new person in the bar.

"OI!" Totally not embarrassed at being caught being ridiculous, what?

"Bit early to be drinkin', don'tcha think?!" Okay, a bit embarrassed.

Romy turns, tilting his head to squint at Dirk in confusion. The man was often confusing, but never quite so...obvious about it?

"I'm not?" He looks at his hands, turning them over, "Well, I s'ppose since I've nary an idea of w'ere I am, zen 'ere is a possibility zat I am not 'ere."

"Oh my, God - you are here." Dirk cries and grabs his face with his hands.

"Why? Why are you here? How are you - fuck it. Fuck it. I'll deal with it somehow..." he runs a nervous hand through his hair and looks around him. Distraction. He has to distract him.

"Here." he bends up a glass of rum and hands it to the man, "Here. C'mere."

He takes his elbow and brings him to the bar, pulling out a seat and pointing for the other man to sit.

"Sit."

Oh, wonderful. It was that sort of a bar.

But the haze was lifting and he wasn't about to risk a thing in an unknown area. So he flicked his hair back and walked towards the bar.

The woman, and there was no mistaking she was of proper age. The shape of her face and the glint of her eyes gave away more than her actions.

"Depends on 'ow ye define early, sha." He moves up to the bar, wrinkling his nose. He was not expecting anything good considering what he walked in on but he was of an open mind.

Rose has no idea what kind of establishment you think this is, sir!

"Before noon, after dawn," Rose shrugged. Then pouted. "I thought I'd finally get some time alone..." huff.

"Never 'eard of that time." Then he is distracted, staring at the bar with wide eyes. "Mete...o o! Keep!"

Looking over at her, he gave a rather soft smile, the corner of his lips lifting just enough to show a clint of white teeth, "Sha, with 'ow you look? I am surprised you are alone at all. Men and women are fools to leave you without proper attentions."

"Ta," Rose gave a wolfish grin, and held up her wedding ring. "I'm usually not. I know a pub isn't a great place for alone time, but there's usually no one here this early." Judging!

A head tilt, "What are you having?"

"Ah, well zat's t'ey'er priorities, hmm?" Not even noticing, the bar keep comes up and Romulus points to a pure black bottle with gold lettering.

"Shot of tots." And his hand goes to his pocket, pulling out a neat, leather billfold. "'aven't been able to get me 'ands on it in years." and he is smiling brightly, but mostly at the smooth shot of rum placed before him.

"He's never far away," she shrugged.

And more curious head tilts at the money. "There's no money here. You new?"

No. Wait. Back up.

Romy shook himself off and tugged his elbow back. He grabs Dirk's hand and stares at it then at the drink, then back.

"The 'ell?"

Ah, taken. He smiles politely, then sort of stares at her. Eyebrow furrowed an a pout on his lips.

"W'at?"

"Nautilus. Money." Points and shakes head. "Not applicable here. Ring a bell? Listen mate, early as it is, anything you want you can probably get as much of it as you want -- alcohol wise," she quickly clarified. "Think of the rarest alcohol, your absolute favorite. It's unlimited."

Waaa! That was such a good nap! Odd, that Najaran didn't remember falling asleep... but someone told her to WAKE and she did. Odd though.... Master Horowitz usually wasn't so nice when he woke her, usually he screamed at her. 'Course usually by the time she heard him he'd been calling for a while. And it didn't sound like Goligan's voice. Almost sounded a bit like... "Kigi...?" she asked as she pushed herself into a sitting position, her large earrings swatting against her neck as they swayed.

But by the time she was sitting she knew it couldn't have been Kigi. Kigi was....

She swallowed hard and reached behind herself pulling a single card from her deck. Gargoyle. She rested it lightly against her forehead and closed her eyes. "Not gone," she whispered to the card. "She's not gone, she's right here."

She put the card back in her deck, surprised at how difficult it was. Then she looked around for the first time. Goligan would have given her a bruise for that, for not noticing where she was sooner. Alta would have given her a hard time too. Which really wasn't fair, since Ganz was usually too drunk to know where he was, and Joaquin only ever knew where he was in his book.

She sulked a bit as she took in her surroundings. Where on Rakan was she? She'd never seen any place quite like this. She groped around on the ground for...

There was no cane beside her, no walking stick. Where could he have gone? She pushed to her feet on her own, used to having Goligan to lean on, physically as well as emotionally. Where was she? How had she gotten here? Dimension Door?

She rubbed sleep from her eyes, trying to remember. She had been with Master Horowitz, looking for Zeenith Dragon-Eye... And now....

She stumbled back. "This... this isn't good...." she said softly to herself, horror dawning as she realized that she had just vanished from Master Horowitz's ship and had wound up somewhere utterly unfamiliar. And she was alone. This was not good. Not good. Her master was going to be SO ANGRY!

"IT ISN'T MY FAULT!" she called, hoping that if she was loud enough, he would hear her. She didn't stop to think about who else might hear her as well. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE, MASTER!"

Could he open a Dimension Door and bring her back? She didn't think he had that card, but then again, she hadn't known a lot about him before he sent her off to Grubel. Her Master said that the titles and the history don't matter, that she knew him better than anyone did but...

She sniffed.

But she didn't even know what was in his deck! In his secret snack hiding places, sure. In his bathroom, unfortunately. She even knew about his Dragon Eye, now. But Dimension Door?

She clutched her hands in front of her, empty, almost imagining she could hear Goligan complaining that she was strangling him. She hadn't felt so alone in a very long time... and she was coming to discover that she didn't like it....

Dirk flinched and looked back to Romulus, bringing up an arm to block himself before his hand was pulled away.

"What? Oh - it's a thing here called bending." he answers looking down at their hands, "You think and things come up. It freaked me the hell out at first and I didn't use it until I had no choice."

[A]

"I've chosen a side." Newt said softly, embracing his brother but the next thing he realized was that he was waking up. Had he even been tired? After everything that happened, Newt reasoned, he must have been, but he'd have never fallen asleep there with his brother and Jacob around to worry about.

Taking a moment, Newt looked over himself, checked for his wand, his case. Content that he was mostly intact- Niffler and Pickett seem to have been missing- he decided that exploring and getting his bearings was probably the best course of action.

"Hello- yes excuse me. Do you have a moment?"

[B - network]

[Newt took a little while to figure this out. Figure it out he did though so here he is, in all of his awkward glory, Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around his neck and all.]

Hello, sorry to bother you all. My name is Newt Scamander, I'm a- ah, I study animals. [Different as this place is, he should still be careful with the Statute of Secrecy.] The more unique the better.

I was hoping to hear about any you all may have encountered. For a book. I've been working on a book about them.

Unique animals?

[Link was excited. Finally, an interesting question!]

In Termina there's a fox with three tails called a Keaton. They're pretty nice, even if they do like to tell puzzles and riddles.

[Finally an interesting question? Good thing he can't read thoughts or he might be a little disappointed in people here already.]

A keaton? [He digs through his pockets until he finds a little notebook and a quill, opening up to a clear page and scribbling down a note.] I'm afraid I've never heard of Termina before but that fox does sound interesting.

[For the best he didn't mention magic, if he wanted a reply from Agatha.]

"Naturally born, experiments, constructs, or descendants of experiments or constructs?"

[The woman asking had a weasel around her neck. The mustalid in question was bright orange, had a sharp teeth that looked more at home on a shark than on a small mammal, brass bolts in its neck, and, of course, six legs.]

[The creatures paws were resting on the trilobite design locket she wore tight to her throat. On her head clinging to her reddish hair, was what looked like someone had cast some sort of life spell on a pocket watch. Its face was replaced by a single eye that was watching intently, and it had small little hands and feet at the end of limbs that were just as small.]

The woman herself had large nearly frameless glasses that made her green eyes seem more prominent, and a bit of oil on her face.]

Yeah, they're really proud of their tails.

Oh--Termina is a world I accidentally ended up in the last time I went to my real home.

Let me see....in Hyrule---and here--we have cuccos! They're kinda like chickens, only super strong, and they swarm people and try to peck them to death when they're threatened.

[He'll have to tread lightly with her. At least until it comes out that he's a wizard.]

Ah- well, I had intended naturally born. Things you find in nature, in case I write another book here. Prepare folks for them.

[Although he is just a bit curious about that critter on her shoulders. Something tells him though that whatever it is, it isn't a natural creature. Not something her would have put into Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.]

"Yes, of course," Zelda replied, and turned toward her questioner with a polite smile. She certainly had the time to spare; aside from a trip to the library, she hadn't planned anything for the afternoon.

"Did you just arrive here, sir?"

You- this isn't new for you then? [Newt is definitely interested. And more than a little curious. How could he not be? It's not as if this is something he'll probably ever get to experience again.]

That's... a little concerning. [Luckily, he doesn't threaten creatures.] I'll be sure not to do anything to antagonize them if I see any.

He couldn't help a smile. First try and he managed to find someone who was willingly to give him at least a bit of their time. Good luck or simply a populace that was going to be generally friendly, he wasn't sure, and he wasn't going to deny the kindness.

"Wonderful! I'm sorry, I do hope I'm not keeping you from anything. Ah, but you're right. I am new. I was hoping for a bit of insight from... well, anyone."

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