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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 10:24:38 GMT -5
"'Kay." Yeah, this would be simple enough, Sam decided. Once he figured out how he wound up here, getting back home would be a cinch.
Several minutes later, Sam finished up his shower, toweled off and promptly started blow drying his fur, which would undoubtedly be a long and arduous process. Though he was alone, he couldn't help but check over his shoulder every now and then, wary of Beth. He had wisely removed his wallet, phone and other personal defects before handing her his clothes, but he had to wonder if she had detected any sylph on his person. Diluted as it might have been by this point, ensuring that smelling it would not send anyone flying, any traces at all would be pretty condemning evidence.
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 10:44:38 GMT -5
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 10:55:58 GMT -5
Once his fur was adequately dry, Sam threw on the spare clothes Beth had provided. Not bad. Certainly mirrored his style. The shirt fabric left a lot to be desired, but he would have his own outfit back in due time. He debated on whether or not to throw his scarf back on, ultimately deciding to save it for later.
After slipping his belongings in his pockets, Sam stepped out into the open and took a deep breath, looking chill and rather devoid of emotion. "Much obliged."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 11:06:43 GMT -5
Beth nodded. The badge jokingly a fixed to her jacket's lapel read Neapolitan.
"You're welcome," she offered. "And if need be I could buy clothing for you since I doubt you have a plan on how to get yourself home."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 11:16:31 GMT -5
Sam blew out his cheeks in a light scoff. "Thank you, but one, I'm more than capable of making my own purchases, and two, that won't be necessary. I think I can figure out a way home, no sweat."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 11:22:27 GMT -5
"Careful. Money conversion tends to bite people in the ass here," she offered as she stretched. "I had a customer try to pay me in clams earlier this week only to find that the conversion for them was 2 clams for every Dimensional Dollar. Trust me that was not a fun conversation."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 11:33:51 GMT -5
Sam shrugged. Regardless of conversion and whether or not this actually meant anything, by that logic, he would still be filthy rich. Also... he wasn't entirely certain what Beth was suggesting would be bitten. The fact that she was apparently making up words now made him question the reality of the scenario he was in. Somewhat.
"Well, thank you. Like I said, though, I'll be fine. Once my clothes are done, I'll be out of your hair."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 11:36:28 GMT -5
"You're lucky it's laundry day for me and my apprentice then," she offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 11:44:13 GMT -5
"I suppose so." Sam shrugged again, looking around for a place where he could unwind for the time being. "Again, thank you. And... I apologize for the trouble."
Sam then sat down in a nearby chair and pulled out his phone. First he would find out where he really was. Then he'd get ahold of Leo and see if he could get someone to bail him out. And maybe then he'd check Prattler to make sure no one had posted any embarrassing photos of him from last night.
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 11:47:14 GMT -5
"I will be impressed if you have some sort of service in here," Beth commented before heading back to the front of her shop and flipping the sign to open once more.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 11:59:01 GMT -5
"Meh." Even if it was mind-numbingly slow, Sam's phone could pick up service just about anywhere. It helps to be privileged enough to have superior technology.
"............"
Sam stared at his phone, taken aback when a terms of service agreement for El Grande Mall popped up. Seemed Beth had been telling the truth about that, at least. Well, okay, he could accept that. Once he figured out where he was, there would be nothing to worry about.
He opened up his Map app, anxious for some answers and perhaps morbidly curious.
"What the frig...?"
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 12:23:21 GMT -5
Beth had gone back to man the front desk once more. Her eyes glanced back towards Sam.
The woman really wanted to say 'I told you so' but decided against it.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 12:37:37 GMT -5
Sam stared at his phone, utterly baffled as he zoomed his map out as far as it would go, finding no familiar territory. He couldn't even find a route between here and Metropolis; his city didn't exist on this map. Seeing this for himself, the confirmation that he was far from home... it quickly got Sam concerned. And by concerned, I of course mean angry.
"HOW THE FRIG DID I WIND UP IN ANOTHER FRIGGING DIMENSION?!"
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 12:44:29 GMT -5
There was a snicker from the front desk. "I can answer that if you want," Beth called as she watched a certain blonde brawler walk by. Mentally she was thankful that the woman had kept moving instead of coming in and giving her trouble. So glad she didn't see me... Do not need punched in the face by Yang today, she thought as she watched the latter double back. Well... beowulf droppings...
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 12:49:57 GMT -5
"Yeah. Explain," Sam bluntly replied, standing up and storming over to Beth. "How exactly does a guy wind up in someone's closet in a mall on a completely different planet or plane of existence or WHEREVER THE FRIG THIS IS?"
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