The Travellers Six (CLOSED, PM for invite)

[krazykyotee]

The time, today.
The place, right in your own city or town you live in..

You (you actual self) were not paying attention. So simple to do, driving on your familiar streets near your home, walking along to the bus you take every day. The police officer pulling you aside brought your attention back quick enough. And the ticket he wrote you almost made your eyes bulge. How the city could get away with those fines..

The customary legal letter followed, you expected it would tell you how and where to pay your fines. The form inside was quite the opposite. A new experimental therapy and review session is being tried for new offenders, and you, with 5 others, were chosen. Attendance was mandatory. A date and a room number at the public works office is given.

Rearranging your work and personal schedules, you make the time to arrive a little bit early. In the building hallway, the door to the room is closed, and it is dark inside. On a small pegboard next to the door is plastic namecards with a bobby pin on the back. Your name is on one of the six. You take it down, and wait for the others to arrive.

You make pleasant small talk (or not, if your the quiet type) with the others as they arrive. Interestingly enough, the moment the sixth person takes their nametag the doorlock clicks, and it cracks open. Stepping inside, theres not much to this room, from what you can see. The blinds are all closed, and the
overhead flourescents dont seem to be working well, with only a dull glow
in the area. Six of those crappy molded plastic chairs are in a circle in the middle of the room, and every other piece of furnature is pushed out to the sides.

A short man stands in the middle of the circle of chairs. Well, short being an understatement, if he were any lower he'd be a midget. His graying hair is bald
in the middle, like a old friar tuck missionary. A large bulbous nose is prominent
on his face, with dark eyes. The warm grin he gives to all of you makes you instantly like the little fellow..

With a bit of jostling, everyone takes their seats. The man in the middle says nothing until the last is seated. A voice, old with age, but with undertones of amusement, speaks....

"Welcome, all of you, to our little experiment. I trust your journey here was free of hastle? This group will be working on different ways to free your mind of the stresses of the everyday life here on this realm, and i believe, after we are done, your lives will truly not quite be the same. Now, if you please, take hold of the hand of the person next to you...yes, yes..just like that. Good, now bow your heads. Close your eyes and relax, empty your mind of all thought, all your worries, your fears, your emotions. Concentrate only
on the breathing process...in, and out..in, and out..."

Doing as instructed, you begin the exercise. you find it very easy to relax, actually, you start to feel a bit weightless. your eyelids become heavy, and if your not careful, you think youll go aslee...


Turning over in bed, you try and find a more confortable spot. It takes you a second for your mind to register that you shouldn't even be in bed. Blinking your eyes open, its like you've sleep a week, and you have a bit of trouble focusing. Your not in your room, that is for sure. your not in that conference room either. Looking under the covers, you realize your naked as a jaybird, too! A bit of panic sets in, and you can focus clearly, taking in your surroundings. Your in a large room, a large rectangle. The walls are wooden, with little decoration. The cut of the wood is very rough, though. Around you, are five other beds. you recognize the confused occupants of the other cots, they're the people of the group. Everyone seems to be in the same sort of confusion. Clothes are laying on the small stools next to the bed, and piles of what looks like camping gear sit at the foot of each bed. But everything has the look of age..no, thats not right. Thigns arent old, they're just not ..modern. No watches, cell phones, cd players, none of that is around here.

A heavy hand knocks on the only door leading out of the room. "Eh, morning time! you Louts get out! Ya only paid for one night, and the 'keeper dont like sleepers in. Out , before i throw you out!" And with that, the voice walks off, repeating what he says at some other door in the distance..

This is a try on an different kind of role play. You would be actually playing YOURSELF. You would be interacting with others and the story as you would be, in that situation. PM me if you would like to be a part of this. I will be overall storyteller ( talking for the non player characters in this story). What happens to the Travellers Six, I leave to you...

Note: Accepted writers...please make your first post of your actions PRE waking in the cots... i.e how you got your ticket, and your arrival to the meeting. Thank you.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

KK, I'll be PM'ing character background as one of the male six for your approval tomorrow or Monday.

As ourselves, then do you mean the same approx age and life experiences, or do we include fantasy things too?

PP

 

[krazykyotee]

Your character in the story should be as close to a carbon copy of yourself as you feel comfortable writing about. Physically, emotionally, your likes and dislikes, sexual or not. If your really uncomfortable with a character that close to your own, alter your age or any other attribute you like. We are all here to have fun =)

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Okay thanks kk. The only thing I'll change is my age a wee bit and make my rotten back alllllllllll better again. *S

My slave malcah and I will be joining and we thank you for the invitation KK.

OUr first posts soon.

 

[esclave_PP]

Please let me also extend my thanks KK I'm thrilled to be invited and this sounds like a great idea! Thank you again!

 

[krazykyotee]

I appreciate your joining the thread malcah, thank you. With the premise of 3 guys and gals, i think we're at the 3 ladies, and 1 gentleman. Just need 2 fellas to get in and we'll be set. Everyone thats in so far, go ahead and post your pre- walking up post any time you like.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Doesn't you and I make 2 guys kk?

 

[krazykyotee]

Well, I really didnt want to be one of the six... id be writing as the people you meet on the way, monsters, and excetera. I can take the 6th spot if that position does not get filled.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

My name is Robert “Will” Wilkins. I’m a 6' tall, 180 pound, 49 year old retired police officer now working for the local school board to ‘double dip’ when I retire. I’ve just reached vesting in the state retirement plan.

Prior to working for the PD I’d been in the military, the Army’s Special Forces in fact. While overseas I became interested in oriental magic/slight of hand as it differs a bit from what’s seen in the US and became rather adept at the slight of hand magic like card tricks, making this vanish and appear from ears, etc and escape tricks. Being ambidextrous was very helpful.

My ‘companion’, Samara “Mara” Faulk, is also my consensual slave as we live in the BDSM lifestyle as Master and slave. She’s 19 years my junior and we’ve been together for two years now.

Mara and I met twice, without knowing it at first. We knew each other casually from the club we both frequented and munches, social meetings for those in or interested in BDSM, but we also knew each other by pseudonyms from an online site were we both wrote erotica. Our writings led us to meet and write together.

That eventually led to a real time meeting where we discovered, much to our pleasure, that we already knew each other. Eventually Mara asking me to accept her as my live in, 24/7, slave; we’ve been together ever since. Mara works from the house and together we work children’s parties doing magic shows for fun and to earn extra money for us to just splurge on fun things like toys or trips.

In the past two years Mara has been taught self defense based on what I learned in the service and knife and stick fighting as a part of our daily exercise routine, and so she could defend herself should I not be around.
Mara and I had just finished playing at a Lifestyle club, she’d dressed again after recovering when the local police entered the club and arrested one and all on bogus minor charges since no actual state laws were being violated.
Since I work for the school board I elected for us both to take this alternative to avoid any problems at work if it reached court.

We sat down side by side in the circle in the room and just awoke with the others who had been there with us on beds in a common sleeping room.

 

[esclave_PP]

Samara Melody Falk

Samara Melody Falk, or Mara as her friends called her, is a petite girl, but still curvy. Standing at 5’2” she has an ample bosom, and her measurements are attractive – 34C, 28, 36. She just had her 30th birthday. She’s been her Master’s consensual slave for 2 years and living with him. Her long curly black hair cascades down beyond her shoulder blades and she has hazel eyes which have stylish glasses. She only needs the glasses to read, especially small print.

Mara has several tattoos and branding. "PP" on her left breast, a small fiery Phoenix on her left shoulder blade behind her shoulder and Master's brand on her left hip. She also has a clit piercing, and nipple bars.

She works from home and helps Master out with the occasional magic show for kids, but not just any ordinary magic – oriental slight of hand magic. Since it’s for kids, she dresses a tad more vanilla for those gigs as compared to when they go to the club.

She met Master without knowing it at the club as well as online at a site where they both wrote erotica. That leads to writing together and eventually taking it to real time, where they finally realize, “hey I know you…” and have been together ever since.

That leads to where they are now, at the club, being busted on some phony charge getting a ticket and told to go to some office.

 

[krazykyotee]

Patrick Ferguson

Patrick Ferguson, or Pat, is a regular normal guy, but then again, what do you define as normal . Standing at 6 feet 1 inch, with just a little extra weight around the middle, this 32 year old in friendly with most, but a bit reserved. His brown hair is of medium length, and under his glasses brown eyes peer out.

Pat was on his way to the mall that day, a copy of a defective computer program on the seat of the Thunderbird next to him. Glancing down at the dashboard clock, if he just went a little faster he could get there before the store closed..

Well, the flashing lights behind him put an end to that idea, and the ticket in front of him put the thoughts of the return well behind him. The mailing he got in the mail didn't sound like fun, but at least it was only one day. Walking into the building a tad later than he wanted (damn metered parking), he spied the two others who arrived before him. Judging by how they acted, the looked to be together, and Pat just took his badge and waited, silently. Taking a seat when the door opened, the darkness and shut blinds had him a bit unnerved, but this meditation thing the man had them doing seemed to be working...

Waking up in a strange bed was not in Pat's plans, though.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Ooc: Sorry about the wait, hehe, had to get some time to write...

Katherine Falcone, or just Kitty, your average, every day, wild style teenager. No doubt, the streets of Los Angeles would have probably been safer without her. Her life as a student still in college, with three jobs on the sides to get her extra money, living with her boyfriend and half her family close by was the good stuff. Her mother owned a considerable ammount of money...which ment a free car. Of course, the woman expected her to make some effort in return, but when she gift wrapped the girl a black, blue flame painted mustang GT convertable, she would have gladly return the favor.

For someone like Kitty, a girl of mixed racial heiratage, a pretty face, following the gothic lifestyle, cars were not a...safe thing to put in the mix. Kitty was moderately tall, a thin figure made for gymnastics, lacking any tattoos and such as she rather preferred to stay in the profession, with long, curly dark hair and wide hazel-green eyes, naturally tannish skin. Car's weren't safe at all..Not with the friends she had. No doubt, being a particularly naughty dare devil, in the past month Kitty had gotten three major fines for a number of insane stunts with the car. It seemed today was about to tick on another one...

"If you get any slower, then you'll be choking on the dust back there..." She smirked confidentially, her foot pressed to the gas pedal as she took her route, a bet against a guy with speedy BMW, though nothing she couldn't handle. She ground her foot into the gas pedal, taking the straight away like fire across a dry field of wheat. The car took a jump in speed. Now all she needed to do was fix the problem with the bridge. Just as she neared it, the draw bridge started lifting. There was a boat passing beneath!

Chicken out? As if! Not even bothering to look back, she held her foot down as the car stedily sped up, flying clear over the risen draw bridge to skid to a stop below. And then she heard it. Police sirens. Hastily, she made to clear the area. Pulling into a street, busy with cars parked all along the road, she watched and waited uptil the police car went by.

"God...that would've been the fourth time this month.." No doubt, she blinked as she heard the sirens returning. Looking down the street she'd parked on, stepping out of her car, she glanced around as the police car skidded around the corner, the lights flashing as she stood there. She swallowed, leaning back against the car. Oh, she was in for it now.

"What, er...what seems to be the problem, officer?" The man got out of his car, crossing his arms and staring at her behind mirrored sun glasses.

"Do you know...what you just did?" With a dangerously low voice, he stepped forward, and she swallowed, biting her bottom lip.

"Uhh...n-no sir, I don't.." She stuffed her hands hastily into the pockets of the black pants she was wearing. He motioned to her car.

"You just parked the wrong direction on a one way parking street. I'll have to write you up..."

Yep, Kitty was glad he'd only given her a ticket...of one and a half thousand dollars. Just for parking in the wrong direction! She had torn it up and thrown it away, but when she was offered an alternate, it ment getting out of paying the fine. She'd accepted gladly, even though she was prepared to march straight to court and demand the judge to take the ticket and shove it up his ass if he wanted her to pay it. The fiery teen, none the less, refrained from doing so, heading off to an odd sort of 'group' therapy. Meditation? If that was all, then it'd pass relatively quickly..she followed the directions to the fullest, until...

Kitty blinked, five more times then after to adjust her eyes. What in the....where was she? Where were they? She growled in annoyance. Oh, if this was some sort of weird, twisted prank, she'd take a base ball and make sure to knock the little man they'd seen earlier over the head with it. She shifted to a sitting position, noticing that she was, finally, without clothes. Casually pulling the blankets up over her chest, she glanced around, until finally looking at a man at the door. Where in the hell were they?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will:

'Mara's here, where ever this place is, so that's good at least. So are the others in that group we'd been sent to instead of court.
'The goth girl was looking good. Nice tits,' Will thought as he, too, sat up, looked around and casually stood up letting the blanket fall and began to dress.
"Mara, up my dear and dress. Apparently we have to get out of where ever we are," Will said to her then nodded and smiled at the girl holding the blanket over her boobs.

 

[esclave_PP]

Mara woke to the sound of Master telling her to get up...

"So soon...ohhhh was hoping to catch a few...extra...Master....where the hell are we?" she asks, completely puzzled sitting up, her nipples brushing the semi-soft covers.

"Well, my slut, I'm not exactly sure. But it looks like we have to go somewhere. I think you're clothes are there on the floor," Will states nonchalantly.

"So they are, so they are, but this sure isn't my magic assistant outfit. Master, look at this...it's some sort of gown...shift dress thingy..."

"Let me see that...ohhh so it is. Shame it will cover those lovely tits and ass."

She gets out of bed and slips the shift over her head. It seems to fit just right. Once dressed she moves to site on the stool at her Master's side.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will:

"Put on the mocassin boots too Mara and check your pack as I check mine to see what we have."

"You folks may want to get up and dressed. It sounded like that guy was serious about us vacating the room," Will says to the others as he looks around then opens the pack by his bed.

 

[esclave_PP]

"Yes, Master," and Mara dons the cloak and boots. The leather feels soft on her bare feet, like they'd been worn in already. "Ready, Master," she says, very aware that whatever the situation is, she'll stick close to Will.

She opens the pack and discovers a skin to hold water, a knife, some rope, a stick, and an extra change of clothes and something that looks like an old book.

"Master, please, look at this book. Do you have one too? What do you make of it?"

 

[darkangel85]

Mel

Name: Mel Jenkins
height: 5'4
weight: 8st
Age: 19


Well not much to her being quite young in college doing clinical psychology almost finsihed and ready to go to university. Other than that she hangs out with her friends and is very much into the goth scene and spends most time in the rock clubs getting drunk.Although gettig a ticket was new to her she hadnt done much just drinking where it was bannned and being caught ment a fine. So she took the form from the guy and went off to pay it or what she though was for that.

The next thing she knew she was in a room full of people she didnt recognise any just werily looked around not saying anything. Looking at it none of the others knew why they were there either.

So she just sat and waited on the bed to see what would happen next or if anyone was going to say anything,

She sees a guy and a woman next to each other talking about her getting dressed.

(Sorry its late been busy but am here now also sorry its short wasnt sure what to put i hate first posts ah well)

 

[krazykyotee]

The room your in, and what you find part 1

Each bed looks almost identical, the same rough wooden frame, one person sized, but what feels to be stuffed with straw or simular materials. As for your bodies themselves, nothing has changed on them since your arrival. All sizes, curves, markings, the same. You are still a slightest bit dizzy whne you get up from bed, but it passes quickly.

On the three legged small stool next to you, is a pile of clothing. Taking up the first piece, your first glance is simular to when you looked at the room. Although of newer materials, the cut and styles are old, of medievial fashions. Who ever placed these here, know your mesurements exactly, the fit is tailored for you. Each persons clothing is a bit different in colors and styles.

Robert's pile has a set of basic underclothes, and under it a finely cut hooded robe, of the deepest blood red. Barely distiguishable are designs patterned into it, strange symbols and marks youve never seen. Sandals are under the stool. Two rings, one gold and one silver, along with a necklace you think might be platinum, are on the bottom. The necklace has no medallion, but the links are of stylized flames.

When Mara takes up her dressing, she finds good stout pantaloons, a simple shirt, forearm length gloves, and tall boots of soft leather. A cloak holds these clothes together, thick and warm. These colors are more muted, dark browns and greens. A belt with little notches to attach things to is there as well. A necklace with a green stone, that hangs low, completes the set.

Kitty's clothing is, well, quite different from what she wore before. A roomy set of underclothes are there, but the shirt of finely woven chain links is a first. Picking it up, your amazed its at light as a feather, but strong as any metal youve felt. Boiled leather pantaloons are there, with light metal plates over the thighs and lower legs. Stout boots with metal over the top sit next to the bed.

Mel seems to like what she finds, it being the closest to what she wore before. A shirt with a bit of lace is there, in a dark grey. Loose, almost baggy pants, in a darker grey, are there too, with pockets here and there. A long cloak of almost black, with a large cowl, is there as well. Leather straps, for what appears to be holding things close to the body. The only other thing of note is there is no metal, only leather and cord to hold things together.

Pat isnt quite amused at what he finds. With only the simplest of underclothes, the only other piece of clothing is a long robe, with a large hood. But unlike Robert's with fine cloth and colors, pat's is just a simple brown color, and of rough wool. A necklace with an odd symbol completes the set.

Michael's clothes are simular in color and style to Mara's, but a little more worn, a little rougher cut. Pantaloons, heavier shirt, and belt are simular, but the cloak is not of cloth, but of one large fine bearskin. Instead of boots, there are tall moccasins, of light brown skin. A small medallion of a wolf on the run, held on a leather cord, is on the bottom of the pile.

 

[krazykyotee]

Whats in those piles at the end of the bed..

Every pile has a backpack, larger than your regular school pack, more along the lines of large camping backpacks. Made of boiled leather, there is a large pouch pocket on the front, and straps to carry loose items. Inside is what youd expect for camping in the outdoors. A small sewing kit, hemp rope of about 50 feet curled outside the pack, soap, a small mirror, hard bread cheese Dried meat, spare set of underclothes, a sown water skin, an unlit torch, flint and steel, plate / cup (one person has an iron cooking pot)
an empty hemp sack, a piece of treated cloth about 6 feet by 3 feet (a shelter half) and a bedroll with 2 blankets.

Why lies around each persons backpack is what makes each pile unique. You spend a few minutes picking up each piece. Whne you pick it up, you get a feeling of familiarity from it, like you know exactly what to do with this thing, even if youve never touched something like it before..

Robert: A tall staff is the first thing you notice. About a foot taller than you, of varnished and laquered red wood. The entire length is carved with ornate flames. topping it is a clear red sphere, whihc, if you look at it from the right angle, seems to have a flame dancing inside. A thick leather bound book is next to it, the pages of vellum, strapped closed. Small pouches, with long cords you imagine to attach to spots inside your cloak, hold all sorts of weird sands, spices, herbs, powders, tars, and other things you cant even guess at.

Mara: Your eyes are drawn to the bow. Made of layered woods, with curled ends, the bow is not long, maybe coming up to your chest. Stylized creatures of the forest are etched into it, some creatures you can not recognize.. A small pouch of bowstrings is next to it. Looking a leather encased cylinder, a quiver leans there, holding about 20 arrows, with multicolor feather ends. A wide belt with what looks like a sword is there, in a scabbard, about a little longer than your thigh.

Other than her backpack, Kitty's pile only has two items. One is a long sword, a little longer than her leg. Finely polished, there looks to be runes or symbols along the blade, and a wide T brass handguard. A large sapphire is set into the pommel. The other item is another sword, this one shorter, about the same length as Mara's. This one is of the same fine quality as the longsword; a matched pair. This one has a emerald in the base.

Mel's gear is more subdued, there is no flash or polish about what lays here. A small folded leather pad holds small delicate metal tools, looking almost like dentists picks. More straps and leather... obviously whoever put this here didnt want anything on you to get loose. Another length of cord is here, this line is finer and stronger than the hemp rope. A metal barb, about the size of your hand, which folds closed. And a sword, well, not really a sword. its about 3 inches longer than the largest butchers knife youve seen, and the edge is razor sharp, when taken out of its scabbard.

Pat also has a staff like Robert, but this one is plain along the length, with the same symbol on his medallion on the end. A simular bound book is found, with agains the same symbol upon the cover. A small sack clinks when Pat picks it up, and inside are bottles. Some are the size of large perfume bottles, some the size of old style coke bottles. About half are filled with a clear slighty oily water, the rest, Pat doesnt check.

Michael's pack sits at the end of the bed, and a sheathed falchion rests beside it. A bit shorter than a sword, the blade has a curve at the tip, the steel fine quality. A set of hard boiled leather armor rests in a sack, breastplate, greeves, armguards, shinguards..all of dark leather. What scoots out of under the bed is the biggest shock. A young raccoon, striped in greys blacks and whites, bolts out form under the bed into Michaels arms, licking his face.




(feel free to adjust slightly what you wear or what equipment you find, as long as the idea of what youve found stays the same..)

 

[darkangel85]

Mel

Looking around the room and seeing a table we all walk over and grab the clothes i found
a shirt with a bit of lace is there, in a dark grey. Loose, almost baggy pants, in a darker grey, are there too, with pockets here and there. A long cloak of almost black, with a large cowl, is there as well. Leather straps, for what appears to be holding things close to the body. The only other thing of note is there is no metal, only leather and cord to hold things together.

On another table were some equiptement and i picked up my gear finding a small folded leather pad holds small delicate metal tools, looking almost like dentists picks. More straps and leather... obviously whoever put this here didnt want anything on me to get loose. Another length of cord is here, this line is finer and stronger than the hemp rope. A metal barb, about the size of my hand, which folds closed. And a sword, well, not really a sword. its about 3 inches longer than the largest butchers knife ive seen, and the edge is razor sharp, when taken out of its scabbard.

After getting dressed and kiting myself out i looked up at the others "so does anyone know why were here although i have to say cos looks like were going camping" looking around to see what the others say and wondering if they know anything. "Im Mel by the way"

 

[Foeh]

Michael

Vincentius Michael Jr, born in 1983, he just graduate from some university. In his 22, standing, 6"0 with black eyes, and black hair, he attract lot of girls, and everyone in the college knew him as "Bad" boy.. but how bad is he? nobody know. He love to tease girl, flirt them, but sometimes become gentle, lot of girls fall for him..
People said that Michael has lot of other personality.. He's complicated some said..

He learn magic, sleight of hand, illusion, hypnotism from his grandfather and he love it.
he love magic not for living, but he love when he saw people amaze and laugh and he like to make other people happy, to make others feel the miracle..
but no one knew about this, he usually went to the street wearing eye glasses and softlens.. trying to hide himself.
One day after several effects, an old man give him a ticket with a whisper, "Don't hide yourself, find yourself here.."

And today, holding the ticket he see several people went to the building, so he decide to give it a shot.
He take the badge and sit, shock to see the old man again.. and followed what he said, close his eyes and..

He hear sounds of people, slowly he open his eyes, trying to adjust the light, and when he feel soft bed under his body, he jump up and stand.
Shock, he look around, and found everyone looking at him..
"Oh damn.. .. where am i?"

 

[krazykyotee]

And the six are complete...

Thanks for joining us Foeh, we all should have a blast..

 

[esclave_PP]

After donning the outfit, Mara sits on the stool by her Master, looking through her pack to see what's there. Her eyes linger on the intricate wood bow and arrows. Master had taught her the special skills she's needed over the years, especially knives. 'This sword shouldn't be too different', she thought.

She slips the pendant over her head, looking at Master for his approval. He nods. To complete her outfit she slips on the long leather gloves, soft and pliant.

"Master, where do you think we'll be going? Whomever dressed me decided I need pants and not typical women's wear. Kind of weird don't you think?"

Master just nods. 'He seems very pensive', Mara notices. 'This can't be good'. Mara looks around at the others, trying to figure out why they were all here, now, and what they would be in for. It reminds her of this movie she and Master just saw a couple of weeks ago...

 

[Tie of Hope]

Kitty turned her hazel-green eyes toward the door now. Being naked in a room full of people didn't seem to sit all that well with her. But none hte less, she wasn't cringing in fear of them all. With a frustrated sigh, already growing annoyed with the odd setting and atmosphere they were in, she wrapped the sheets around her body, scanning over the clothing at her side. What was this? She'd been wearing a black shirt and baggy black pants before, leather strap boots and her triquatra necklace. The clothing set there for her looked like something she'd see off of a ancient, 'medieval' movie. None the less, it was clothing. With another sigh, she let the sheet drop onto the floor, fitting each peace of clothing over her body, starting with the odd set of under garments.

Shielding that atheletic, rather curvy body with the under clothes, wondering if she was the youngest of the group, she slipped the chain link shirt on, fitting the pants on as well, the odd metal coverings making her feel odd. Fitting the boots as well, she scanned breifly over the packs, as well as the weapons. Sharp...shiny...potientially dangerous. It was a must. Slipping the longer blade's strap, which had the sheath attacked to it, diagonally over her chest, and fitting the shorter blade to her hip, she paused. She'd never felt more like she was in some sort of video game, or fantasy place in her entire life. Brushing aside a few long, dark strands, she turned to face the other five of the ground.

"Anyone have the slightest clue what's going on...or where we are?" She asked quietly, gathering her pack as well. She paused, doing a double take at her hands. The black nail polish was no longer there, her nails were plain, clear, and a bit longer. She scowled.

"Where ever 'here' is, they certainly don't believe in fashion, techknowledgy or manners.."

 

[krazykyotee]

Pat rolled over in bed, a bit shaky as he put his feet on the floor. Glancing aorund, everything looked a little odd, on top of the strange enviroment and being in bed near strangers. Then it hit him... he didnt have his glasses. And everything looked fine..he had to wear glasses since 12. Looking aorund for his black jeans and blue tshirt, he only saw the brown robe sitting on the stool. Well, he thought, can't sit here forever, might as we get up and see what the heck is going on.

The robe wasn't like any other robe he'd worn before..it was like one huge shirt, having needed to be slid over the head. The rough wollen exterior was a contrast to the softer cloth lining, and with a bit of stretching, it wouldnt be too bad to walk around in, a damn sure warm though. Noting everyone else's poking thru the bags placed there, pat picked up the staff. A bit heavier than a walking stick, it felt familar...

Slinging the backpack over his shoulders, he picked up the sack of bottles. Sacreful unstoppering a few, the clear ones had an idenifiable smell.. holy water, thinking back to his days in catholic school. The others were an odd mix of smells, and, curiosity sated for now, he placed them back into the sack, attaching it to the heavy drawstring belt of the robe.

Standing at the foot of the bed he was in, Pat leaned against it, folding his arms. "You've right on that one, this all looks like a renessance fair on overdrive. Some of this stuff ive only read about in gaming books, a long time ago. Is everyone alright, well, I mean, able to walk and all? We shoudl get going, whoever that guy was at the door will be back soon.."