We're Not in Kansas Any More

[Mark Chance]

Friday evening comes to an end. The sun is down. The moon is up, and the stars are out. The weekend is just ahead, and the work week has come and gone. Back at home...

OOC: This might not seem like much an introductory post, but that's okay. You're going to do the rest of it for me. Please describe what you respective characters do between returning home Friday evening and going to bed. Be as specific as you'd like.

 

[hafrogman]

Dustin sighs heavily as he locks up his office and walks out into the parking lot at John Adams High School. The stairs leading away from the front of the building still give his knee some trouble, but he's used to it. His old Chevy is one of the few cars left in the lot. A brief survey of the car shows that, thankfully, none of the students decided to slash his tires today. Mostly they're good kids, but every so often, there's a bad apple.

Another week of work finished, well almost. One heavily loaded briefcase gets tossed onto his passenger seat as Dustin climbs into the car, and heads for home. It's a dull night alone. A bit of paperwork, a microwave dinner, the evening news. As he drifts off to sleep later that night, Dustin stares out his bedroom window and wonders.

 

[Glognar Beldin]

Another long hard week has passed and Isaac heads to the local bar to have
a drink with some of the local officers of the police department. They all
swap stories of the previous week and compare them, although Isaac usually has
the most interesting stories.

After a couple of drinks and some great stories, Isaac heads home for the
rest of the night. Once at home he grabs a snack, and turns on the tv.
Once the current show goes off the air, Isaac grabs his current case and
starts reading over his notes. Isaac gets closer to finishing up his notes,
and his eyes start to slowly close. He puts his notes back into his laptop bag
and heads off to bed.

 

[Tonguez]

"Thanks lyn" Dr Havisham Grey smiled as he handed the last sample back to his assistant "I'll look at the other samples next week. There's some unusual stuff in there and the weekend will give me some time to think."

"Have a good weekend" Lyn replied in her usual matter-of-fact manner "and don't forget to pick up your children from school, you're taking them climbing this afternoon remember"

Havisham nodded and then adjusting his glasses he made his way out into the hallway. He was 40 years of age, 6’ 2" tall and slightly overweight -"but otherwise healthy"- he always reminded his wife whenever the subject came up.

He waved to a couple of the secretaries at their respective officers, passed pleasantries with a group of students who looked not much older than his own children and called into the library to grab a thesis manuscript - Approximate String Matches in the rongorongo Corpus.

With his weekend reading in hand he made his way to the carpark, reached into his pocket to consult with his trusted compass and then made his way to John Adams High*...

(ooc * hope you don't mind me sending my kids to John Adams ...)

 

[Talviarianna]

"Have a great weekend guys!" waves a tall, young, atractive blond woman to her camera crew as they drive the news van back to the studio's garage. An older man leans out the window and shouts, "Will do April!". The news van disapears into the garage as she makes her way to her Volkswagen Jetta. April has her keys in one hand and a small cylinder of pepper spray in the other. She nervously scans the dark and empty parking lot until she is safely inside her car with the doors locked. She lets out a heavy sigh as she puts the key in the ignition letting the car's engine warm. She tosses her briefcase in the pasanger's seat then opens her handbag replacing the can of pepper spray inside, then throws the bag into the seat beside her in frustration. Damn it! I will NOT give in to this fear! She grips the streering wheel tightly, closing her eyes and taking deep, calming breaths. After several minutes she says to no one in particular "Okay, much better." She puts the car in gear and leaves the news studio behind. These late hours have one benefit.....no traffic. Her commute is short and hassle free. Pulling up into the driveway she takes note of her roommates' missing cars. Helen and Julie must have gone out dancing. A smile creaps across April's face as she realizes her roomies will be gone for several hours and she has the house to herself. She makes a quick microwave meal then soaks in a long, hot aromatic bath. She soaks until the water grows cold then puts on a pair of silky pjs, grabs her favorite down blanket and watches a couple of old movies on cable. This is the life... she thinks to herself. She ends up falling asleep on the couch with the tv still on....

 

[Yellow Sign]

Frank's old beat up pickup bounced and shimmed down what most people wouldn't even have called a road. But here in the Navajo Nation it would have been considered a pretty good one. A large luminous moon was rising in the east and Frank was glad for it. "At least I will not be too blind tonight.” He thought. Frank took another swig of the warm beer that sat between his legs in between serving around rocks and avoiding huge ruts in the road. Frank thought about the dance over at rec center tonight. He knew that Susie was going to be there. Damn his luck that he had promised Father that he would hunt down that coyote that had killed two lambs this week. He didn’t seem to have much time to spend with his friends lately. From working at the auto shop and tending the sheep, it had cut deep into his normal partying. A large hole loomed in front of him in his headlights, and Frank had to frantically swerve out of the way. His beer spilled all over his lap and down on to the floor board. “Damn!”

 

[Mista Collins]

Shuffling the deck of cards as the bus comes to a stop, Bryan looks up to see the new passengers get on and some of the old passengers get off. I should of had those guys tonight, I was reading them like books! He focuses on the cards a little more. Stupid cards were against me.

After a few more minutes, the bus comes to a halt and Bryan stands. Grabbing his daypack, he slings it over his shoulders and makes his way off the bus, trying not to hit the other passengers.

Stepping off the bus, Bryan walks up to the door of his apartment complex keeping an eye out for any possible street thugs looking for some quick cash. Putting his key in the main door, he let's out a sigh, only one more difficult task left for the day.

Stepping into the complex, Bryan looks straight ahead to one of the things he dreads the most. Climbing the 6 flights of stairs to his rundown apartment, he starts to get a little short of breath. They really need to fix the elevator, it has been five months!

Opening the door, he tosses his daypack on the floor, his cell phone on the coffee table, and kicks off his shoes. Walking straight to his room he doesn't even bother taking of his clothes or doesn't even care he still needs to put sheets on his bed from the last load of laundry, he still has no problem passing out from the 37 hour long session of cards he just got done playing.

 

[Mark Chance]

Day turns to night, wakefulness to sleep. Dream-haunted sleep. Flashes of the work week: conferences with students, scholarly notes floating in the wind, flashes of crime scenes, the bright lights of the camera, a cat-and-mouse-game with a coyote, poker hands that never amount to anything.

Stranger visions as well. Sand rolling like water. A fiercely hot sun hammering rust-red rocks. An arena in which men and women face an automobile-sized lizard. The strength-sapping chill of a high desert night.

What a strange sensation! The cold seems so real, so uncomfortable. And why is the bed so hard? So uneven? Damp?

Six strangers awake with a start to find themselves in a low-ceilinged, stone-floored cave dimly lit by the suffused glow of moonlight creeping in through the nearby entrance.

OOC: You're not in Kansas anymore. Your characters don't have anything on them that they didn't go to bed with. This most especially includes weapons.

 

[Yellow Sign]

'Cave?' Thinks Frank as his sleep adled mind tries to grasp his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in the back of his pickup truck out in the desert north of his family's hogan. So the cold and the hard bed is what he expected. But a cave?

The big indian sits up and looks around. "What tha......" escapes his lips.

 

[hafrogman]

Dustin stirs in the cold and damn, restless sleep caused by a lack of warm bed. He sits bolt upright at a strange voice echoing in his bedroom. It takes a second for everything to register. Not his bedroom, not his house, not alone.

He slowly rises to his feet, gazing around the cave at a total loss for words. He is a tall man, broad-shouldered and athletic despite his advancing years. Dark hair and dark skin contrast sharply against the pale, powder blue pajamas.

"Where. . ."