[Barclay arrives alone, bedraggled and sodden in sea water. To be perfectly honest, it's his preferred way to arrive, if he has to come out of one burning, self-destructing dimension and into another. He swims toward shore amid screams, watching a jet turbine explode and send gouts of fuel fire into the sky. People shouting, running across the beach, falling out of glowing spiralling portals that reek of ozone, and carrying children, bags, valuables, mementos, sprained limbs. It's madness. Swimming out of the depths of some unimaginable, magical sea seems considerably
more straightforward, really.
He has a fire going within an hour, shares it with a small family which has two mothers and one son. Thanks to his time in Eudio, this configuration of people no longer shocks or bothers him. He's happy to lend them his coat, which already dried, to cover up the little boy while they work on getting the moisture off his tiny trousers and shirt. They share their food with him and he's careful not to eat too much, but he's happy to accept water. He drinks enough of it to have to go piss, later.
And that's when Kenzi's voice reaches out to him, in the dark. A distant cry: Monkey faced orchids?
It's unbelievable. But nobody, no one, not a stranger in a multiverse of billions, could have replicated that combination, of her bright little voice and his exact choice of bouquet flowers. His trousers are closed in a moment. He's on the move, having no idea at all that F.A.T.E.S. has long since put out a warning to the people of this world&mash; that tonight is the night your eyes and ears will tell you the worst, most dangerous lies.]
barclay odell ⛵ original character; ⛵ closed to kenzi
more straightforward, really.
He has a fire going within an hour, shares it with a small family which has two mothers and one son. Thanks to his time in Eudio, this configuration of people no longer shocks or bothers him. He's happy to lend them his coat, which already dried, to cover up the little boy while they work on getting the moisture off his tiny trousers and shirt. They share their food with him and he's careful not to eat too much, but he's happy to accept water. He drinks enough of it to have to go piss, later.
And that's when Kenzi's voice reaches out to him, in the dark. A distant cry: Monkey faced orchids?
It's unbelievable. But nobody, no one, not a stranger in a multiverse of billions, could have replicated that combination, of her bright little voice and his exact choice of bouquet flowers. His trousers are closed in a moment. He's on the move, having no idea at all that F.A.T.E.S. has long since put out a warning to the people of this world&mash; that tonight is the night your eyes and ears will tell you the worst, most dangerous lies.]