[He was more or less settled for the moment in a café. Anyone who wandered by him would see a clear scowl on his face. He was not at all happy about being as clueless as he was about this place. He couldn’t find a single lead other than this watch, which upon further inspection wasn’t a watch at all]
Interesting…
[he fiddled with it a while and decided he liked it. It went well with his suit honestly. It could only be improved if it were Steel Samurai themed but regardless, he had to focus on getting home. So first he had to know how far from home he was]
Ah, I believe I have hit record on this device… please… if anyone here is aware, can someone explain to me just where we are? I am unfamiliar with the location ‘Ruby City’. Are we in America?
[he hated sounding stupid but… well when you were lost you couldn’t save pride]
Third Person: Where is this place? He didn’t recognize it or the name. Ruby City… was this some sort of resort? He didn’t take any time off… strange. No actually this was rather disturbing. No Detective Gumshoe around, normally that would be a relief but the presence of the airheaded cop would actually be a relief right now. He was alone and on further inspection his items seemed to be untouched, including his wallet but that didn’t do much to comfort him. He had been taken to a place by someone. Someone who had no need for his identity or his money so that left his life and his talents. Or his value as a bargaining chip.
He wasn’t involved in any cases lately that could have logically turned into a kidnapping; in fact most of his cases were nearly finished at the moment. Perhaps he had merely gotten on the wrong train? But he was so sure he was in his car before… it was all rather fuzzy. He frowned as he came to understand how little he knew about how he got here; nothing. And for some reason his phone wasn’t working. He couldn’t even call Gumshoe to his side. As annoying as he was, he was doggedly loyal. He’d never let Miles go missing forever if he could help it. He could just imagine the man yelling ‘Hold it Pal!’ now.
This wasn’t the time to start thinking he was in danger. He likely was but panic didn’t suit this situation. Rather he should calmly reflect on what he knew and observe for some clues. He could solve his way out of this mystery in due time and exploration. He gathered his belongings and did his very best to appear unbothered as he casually strolled the streets looking for clues as to his whereabouts.
no subject
[He was more or less settled for the moment in a café. Anyone who wandered by him would see a clear scowl on his face. He was not at all happy about being as clueless as he was about this place. He couldn’t find a single lead other than this watch, which upon further inspection wasn’t a watch at all]
Interesting…
[he fiddled with it a while and decided he liked it. It went well with his suit honestly. It could only be improved if it were Steel Samurai themed but regardless, he had to focus on getting home. So first he had to know how far from home he was]
Ah, I believe I have hit record on this device… please… if anyone here is aware, can someone explain to me just where we are? I am unfamiliar with the location ‘Ruby City’. Are we in America?
[he hated sounding stupid but… well when you were lost you couldn’t save pride]
Third Person: Where is this place? He didn’t recognize it or the name. Ruby City… was this some sort of resort? He didn’t take any time off… strange. No actually this was rather disturbing. No Detective Gumshoe around, normally that would be a relief but the presence of the airheaded cop would actually be a relief right now. He was alone and on further inspection his items seemed to be untouched, including his wallet but that didn’t do much to comfort him. He had been taken to a place by someone. Someone who had no need for his identity or his money so that left his life and his talents. Or his value as a bargaining chip.
He wasn’t involved in any cases lately that could have logically turned into a kidnapping; in fact most of his cases were nearly finished at the moment. Perhaps he had merely gotten on the wrong train? But he was so sure he was in his car before… it was all rather fuzzy. He frowned as he came to understand how little he knew about how he got here; nothing. And for some reason his phone wasn’t working. He couldn’t even call Gumshoe to his side. As annoying as he was, he was doggedly loyal. He’d never let Miles go missing forever if he could help it. He could just imagine the man yelling ‘Hold it Pal!’ now.
This wasn’t the time to start thinking he was in danger. He likely was but panic didn’t suit this situation. Rather he should calmly reflect on what he knew and observe for some clues. He could solve his way out of this mystery in due time and exploration. He gathered his belongings and did his very best to appear unbothered as he casually strolled the streets looking for clues as to his whereabouts.