[There’s a distinctly familiar, hollow sound as his boots hit the transport pad - the usual spinning disorientation, the nausea directly following the displacement. What isn’t usual, isn’t expected, is the press of bodies crowding the pad alongside him. Though what about this most recent mission had been usual? He and Chloe had been scheduled for a few quick days in Egypt - off to burn a few scrolls for the sake of the Initiative and lifts a few key artifacts for a little personal gain on the side (the latter of which were safely stowed in the satchel at Charlie’s hip) - but then they’d been left there to rot for days on end and--
And now here they are, being shuffled like so many cattle through a narrow, unfamiliar corridor. Charlie reaches out for Chloe automatically, nominally to keep from being separated from her in the press - really because there’s something strange and disorienting and frightening about the angle of the walls. He catches his fingers in the arm of her jacket.]
Shit. [There’s the tug of his fingers as they’re filed in, as her slightness versus his bulk means she has less trouble keeping a quicker pace amongst the crowd, straining his grip from time to time when the shuffle pulls her along well before him. As they’re shunted into a room with screens and a massive window, Charlie knocks elbows with a few of the other Transports.]
Blimey, that’s Earth.
[And then that small pinprick of light goes hot, mushrooming out and upward. There’s something undecipherable about it: an image that doesn’t make any sense except in the barest senses. She doesn't like it. And like bloody hell is she planning on pretending otherwise, given the tension in her fingertips-- her jaw. Everything she says hissed through gritted teeth.]
Don’t remember signing up for this one, Charlie.
[He’s not stupid. He can put two and two together. Something’s gone wrong and now they’re in a corridor. A very cramped corridor potentially with only space beyond it. Darkness and nothing to breathe and-- His fingers may be digging into Chloe’s arm but that doesn’t stop him from pawing at the person in front of him as he starts to go light headed.]
((ooc: joint post within a log - log inception! Chloe is in red. expect replies from both Charlie and Chloe.))
Charlie Cutter & Chloe Frazer | Uncharted | OTA
And now here they are, being shuffled like so many cattle through a narrow, unfamiliar corridor. Charlie reaches out for Chloe automatically, nominally to keep from being separated from her in the press - really because there’s something strange and disorienting and frightening about the angle of the walls. He catches his fingers in the arm of her jacket.]
Shit. [There’s the tug of his fingers as they’re filed in, as her slightness versus his bulk means she has less trouble keeping a quicker pace amongst the crowd, straining his grip from time to time when the shuffle pulls her along well before him. As they’re shunted into a room with screens and a massive window, Charlie knocks elbows with a few of the other Transports.]
Blimey, that’s Earth.
[And then that small pinprick of light goes hot, mushrooming out and upward. There’s something undecipherable about it: an image that doesn’t make any sense except in the barest senses. She doesn't like it. And like bloody hell is she planning on pretending otherwise, given the tension in her fingertips-- her jaw. Everything she says hissed through gritted teeth.]
Don’t remember signing up for this one, Charlie.
[He’s not stupid. He can put two and two together. Something’s gone wrong and now they’re in a corridor. A very cramped corridor potentially with only space beyond it. Darkness and nothing to breathe and-- His fingers may be digging into Chloe’s arm but that doesn’t stop him from pawing at the person in front of him as he starts to go light headed.]
((ooc: joint post within a log - log inception! Chloe is in red. expect replies from both Charlie and Chloe.))