a. there's too many jokes about wells in this damn well
[This had to be some sort of horrible prank gone wrong. Waking up in his PJs (well, a tanktop and shorts) in a well of all things, hair loose and now very unfortunately soaked, darkness ruling over light with the only source of it the circular hole very, very high above his head...
A prank... was not what logic was telling him, as much as he wanted it to be true. No one he knew would even consider doing something like this to him. Not to mention that niggling little fact that he had fallen asleep in his place on L2, which was, well... a space colony. And no space colony ever had old school crumbling stone wells put in.
He wanted to believe it was a joke, sure, but the longer he stood there with the weight of his loose, long hair dragging in the knee deep water the more he knew that wishful thinking wasn't going to explain why he was here or where here even was.
He could hear voices, hushed ones that sounded just as confused and anxious as he felt, but he hesitated to call out to them. He wasn't alone here but that didn't mean he was at all safe, and that put him on edge almost more than the strangeness of the situation itself.
He would have stayed silent for a while, too, puzzling how to get out of this mess if not for the fact that standing still meant no one was likely to know he, or his seriously long hair, were there.]
OW! Hey, watch it!
[So much for stealth...]
b. like a drowned rat
[Well escape, check.
Clothes... starting to dry. Check.
Hair... a tangled, soaking wet mess.
Whatever was going on here was a goddamn joke, but not of the funny ha ha you got me guys sort. A letter stating he was basically trapped here but there was housing, a community board apparently made by those who were also stuck here and had been for a while...
What in the actual hell was going on and why was he chosen for this absolute clusterfuck?!
There was little chance of getting a straight answer, at least not right away, and while he did want to know why no one was beating down the closest authority figure in order to escape, he figured it was easier to focus on the things he could maybe do something about first. Bigger picture later. He can't go off half-cocked without knowing the full situation after all.
He found one of his bags before getting out of the well, but it wasn't entirely helpful. A pistol that was now waterlogged and would have to be repaired, some scraps from his most recent purchases at the scrap yard, his passport...
Of course he wouldn't have thought to put a brush in the bag.
He'll mostly bother girls about this, but a few guys might get a grinning dope with a mess of hip-length hair asking:]
Heeeeeyyy, uh, you wouldn't happen to have a brush or hair tie on ya?
c. back in black, but eventually #00002a (forum)
[Laptop! Actual technology in this anachronistic weirdness! Helpful!
Only it had zero network connectivity save for a forum.
Not so helpful.
So much for hacking his way into information. That was asking for too much, wasn't it?
Well, when in... Roma?]
Okay, I just crawled my way out of that nasty well, and I'd like some answers.
I get that we're all pretty much in the same discolored boat here, but humor me. What do we know? What information can you all give me? What should I expect?
Wildcard
[As always, hit me up with anything else! rubberfaceokumura or Rin.0768 on Discord!]
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[This had to be some sort of horrible prank gone wrong. Waking up in his PJs (well, a tanktop and shorts) in a well of all things, hair loose and now very unfortunately soaked, darkness ruling over light with the only source of it the circular hole very, very high above his head...
A prank... was not what logic was telling him, as much as he wanted it to be true. No one he knew would even consider doing something like this to him. Not to mention that niggling little fact that he had fallen asleep in his place on L2, which was, well... a space colony. And no space colony ever had old school crumbling stone wells put in.
He wanted to believe it was a joke, sure, but the longer he stood there with the weight of his loose, long hair dragging in the knee deep water the more he knew that wishful thinking wasn't going to explain why he was here or where here even was.
He could hear voices, hushed ones that sounded just as confused and anxious as he felt, but he hesitated to call out to them. He wasn't alone here but that didn't mean he was at all safe, and that put him on edge almost more than the strangeness of the situation itself.
He would have stayed silent for a while, too, puzzling how to get out of this mess if not for the fact that standing still meant no one was likely to know he, or his seriously long hair, were there.]
OW! Hey, watch it!
[So much for stealth...]
b. like a drowned rat
[Well escape, check.
Clothes... starting to dry. Check.
Hair... a tangled, soaking wet mess.
Whatever was going on here was a goddamn joke, but not of the funny ha ha you got me guys sort. A letter stating he was basically trapped here but there was housing, a community board apparently made by those who were also stuck here and had been for a while...
What in the actual hell was going on and why was he chosen for this absolute clusterfuck?!
There was little chance of getting a straight answer, at least not right away, and while he did want to know why no one was beating down the closest authority figure in order to escape, he figured it was easier to focus on the things he could maybe do something about first. Bigger picture later. He can't go off half-cocked without knowing the full situation after all.
He found one of his bags before getting out of the well, but it wasn't entirely helpful. A pistol that was now waterlogged and would have to be repaired, some scraps from his most recent purchases at the scrap yard, his passport...
Of course he wouldn't have thought to put a brush in the bag.
He'll mostly bother girls about this, but a few guys might get a grinning dope with a mess of hip-length hair asking:]
Heeeeeyyy, uh, you wouldn't happen to have a brush or hair tie on ya?
c. back in black, but eventually #00002a (forum)
[Laptop! Actual technology in this anachronistic weirdness! Helpful!
Only it had zero network connectivity save for a forum.
Not so helpful.
So much for hacking his way into information. That was asking for too much, wasn't it?
Well, when in... Roma?]
Okay, I just crawled my way out of that nasty well, and I'd like some answers.
I get that we're all pretty much in the same discolored boat here, but humor me. What do we know? What information can you all give me? What should I expect?
Wildcard
[As always, hit me up with anything else!