Arrival

[originalcopy]

[Church is looking around the Foyer wondering where in a dilapidated old base they had been hiding a poshly decorated castle entryway. Had he gone through a teleporter and not noticed? Those things weren't exactly comfortable.]

The hell? Did they let Doughnut decorate?

I swear to God if those idiots have dragged me into another Goddamn mess I'll fuckin' kill them all!

[Facing the choice of exiting into unknown territory and moving further into the structure he decides the best odds for finding out where he is are inside. Still, there was no reason to be stupid about it. He draws his pistol and carefully enters the lobby.]

Well.... shit....

[A giant lobby filled with plush furniture and what look like civilians was almost exactly opposite of what he was expecting.]

Comments

[encryptedlock]

[That voice sounds...vaguely familiar. It's been a few years though.]

Church? Is that you?

[originalcopy]

[A guy who isn't in Red or Blue armor is pretty much immediate reason to be suspicious. He isn't lowering his gun but he isn't pointing it directly at York either.]

Do I know you?

[Skeptical Church is skeptical]

[encryptedlock]

[York shrugs, looking relaxed even with that sniper rifle. (If he's anything like the other versions of Church he's met here before, he's in absolutely no danger of actually being hit.)]

Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I'm Freelancer York.

[originalcopy]

[well now he's definitely holding the gun right at you. (and yeah, no danger in the slightest)]

That's just great! Another fuckin' Freelancer... Well no thank you, you can turn right around and march your fancy ass right back to where ever the hell you came from!

I'm not buying any of your bull shit today.

[encryptedlock]

[York has to hold back a bit of a laugh. Yep, same old Church all right.]

Hey, I was here first. And in case you hadn't noticed, there's no easy way back to wherever you were before. You see anything around that looks familiar?

[Of course he won't.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Well... A familiar voice. A very annoying familiar voice. One he has to investigate] ...

Son of a bitch. Church? What are you doing here?

[originalcopy]

OH GOD DAMNIT! Two of you?!

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Actually, there's four of us here, Church.

[originalcopy]

Well, that's AWESOME... Hope you guys have a great time, but I want nothing to do with whatever bull shit you're involved in.

[He looks around for anything that looks like a way back to where he came from]
Now if you can point me back to Outpost 48-A, I'll be on my way.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You can't go back. There's no way to get back. Not willingly anyway.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Sittin' on one of said pieces of plush furniture, flipping through his journal.]

You're in a mess all right, but your friends are not at fault, I assure you.

[originalcopy]

Ok... One, they aren't my friends. Two, I'm pretty sure I can find a way that this is their fault.
and three... shit dude, what happened to your face?

[cheerupemoborg]

Cosmic rays happened.

[originalcopy]

You should try a better sunscreen.

[cheerupemoborg]

No amount of sunscreen in the universe could protect you from what hit me.

[i_got_this]

[Wandering into the lobby on her way to the kitchen. Huh, armored guy. She's wondering if she should know him.]

No, it's just the fucking castle. Better get used to it.

[originalcopy]

[Yeah, he's not buying that]

What? Some magical castle just happened to bring me here to hang out with you guys? Fuck that!

[i_got_this]

Yup pretty much. Don't believe me just try wishing for something.

[She seems very amused by Church's anger right now.]

[originalcopy]

Right... next thing you'll be telling me about the frolicking unicorns and elves.

Are all of you insane or am I just lucky enough to have interrupted your special weekly meeting?

[i_got_this]

Uh, no, the elves don't frolic. The unicorns might, but you'd have to ask them yourself.

It's called free reign, okay? If they happen to want to be here too that's their deal. I was on my way to the kitchen for some grub and then I'm going back to my room where it's quiet.

[Nevermind that she left her room in the first place because it was too quiet.]

[inharperwetrust]

[Harper's walking through the lobby, a flexi in one hand as he's reading off of it until he looks up and spots...

...Man with a gun. Hands instantly go up.]

Hey, hey, woah. Is that really necessary?

[originalcopy]

Oh... hey...

[Realizes he's talking about the gun and lowers it, but doesn't put it away.]

Uh... sorry about that. In my experience, Freelancers mean trouble.

[He indicates the other people wearing armor like his. Agents York, Washington and South Dakota]

[inharperwetrust]

[Slowly lowering his hands, then. Harper has a phobia of guns being pointed at his face.]

I guess I can understand that. You new around here?

[Educated guess because the others have been around a while.]

[originalcopy]

Yeah... Where ever "here" is.

All I know is that here definitely isn't there.

You're some kind of civilian right?

[inharperwetrust]

Civilian? Well, technically I'm a Lieutenant in the Argosy of the Commonwealth High Guard, but I don't wave it about.

As for where we are? We're in Cair Paradisa, baby. Place of kookiness, craziness and inter-dimensional fun.