40 feet above the roof of the cantina, reality is stretching and...something else few speices even have a name for. something is forming...it looks bright blue...like a small supernove. except, this 'supernova' opens up...revealing a tunnel-like structure stretching away, in a direction that normal physics can't define. and something falls out...sideways. humanoid, in power armor. the figure quikly adjusts it's position to brace for a landing, then begins to slow down. by the time the figure gets to the ground, it is traveling slow enough to make a gentle landing. looking around, the figure takes it's first unhuried survey of the area where it now is. and speaks. "A CHAOTIC, UNFORMED REGION! NOT AGIAN!"
narf heads toward the bar, hoping that someone might be able to tell him something about this newly formed pocket of space. inside, he notices a barbarian and freinds, a newly sentient organic compilation lifeform, an artist who looks like he got hit with something and a sneaky-looking bartender. sitting on a stool, he says "bartender, one part hydrocloric acid, one part suger, one part root beer flavoring. where am i and how did this get here? what's the currency?"
[ooc: i was falling sideways, not positioned sideways. hi.
forgot a few of the practicalities. also, my armor is light gray/light blue.]
[ April 16, 2003, 23:07: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]
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