001. Just off the Boat It's never a good sign when you fall asleep in your 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and wake up with a stiff neck in a seat in a floating boat. Thomas was even willing to shrug off the flying part and skip right to figuring out how he was kidnapped from his apartment in the first place. He didn't have an answer by the time he'd docked, and was no closer to even making one up by the time he was shuffled from the cabin of the airship and on to the docks outside.
He took the offered communicator and map given to him with a friendly smile by a local with a copious amount of salt and pocketed the device before unfolding the map...and decided he'd been abducted by a group of demon LARPers to their latest shindig and wondered why they thought he wanted to play along. Breathing a sigh, he folded the map and tucked it into the other back pocket of his jeans, reaching up to run a hand through his hair before looking around.
There was a market nearby, that much he was sure of from the map (there was probably an inn served by wenches in bulging corsets or something) and he could use a drink. He made his way in that general direction and tried not to look like a tourist. In worn jeans and a black t-shirt, with twin knives at his waist, that was hard to pull off.
002. Audio This place is really weird. [He pauses here for a moment before backtracking.] I'm starting in the middle. Okay, my name is Thomas and I was forced to use my golden ticket to this floating snowglobe about a week ago.
But why? It's been a week, and no one's come forward with demands, we're not hostages...or collateral, so...what gives? Why haul us all here? Does anyone have any idea?
Thomas Raith | The Dresden Files
It's never a good sign when you fall asleep in your 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and wake up with a stiff neck in a seat in a floating boat. Thomas was even willing to shrug off the flying part and skip right to figuring out how he was kidnapped from his apartment in the first place. He didn't have an answer by the time he'd docked, and was no closer to even making one up by the time he was shuffled from the cabin of the airship and on to the docks outside.
He took the offered communicator and map given to him with a friendly smile by a local with a copious amount of salt and pocketed the device before unfolding the map...and decided he'd been abducted by a group of demon LARPers to their latest shindig and wondered why they thought he wanted to play along. Breathing a sigh, he folded the map and tucked it into the other back pocket of his jeans, reaching up to run a hand through his hair before looking around.
There was a market nearby, that much he was sure of from the map (there was probably an inn served by wenches in bulging corsets or something) and he could use a drink. He made his way in that general direction and tried not to look like a tourist. In worn jeans and a black t-shirt, with twin knives at his waist, that was hard to pull off.
002. Audio
This place is really weird. [He pauses here for a moment before backtracking.] I'm starting in the middle. Okay, my name is Thomas and I was forced to use my golden ticket to this floating snowglobe about a week ago.
But why? It's been a week, and no one's come forward with demands, we're not hostages...or collateral, so...what gives? Why haul us all here? Does anyone have any idea?