Ian In The Wrong Place? - OTA

[ubuntu_programmer]

Open/locked?: Open
Who: Ian and whomsoever encounters them
What: Ian arrives in Auradon
Warnings: Some angst, maybe?


There was a figure slumped by the wall, their white and black hair disheveled, their glasses on the grass beside them. Their small suitcase was over their legs, their backpack dangling from one arm. After a moment they groaned and lifted a hand to their head. "Did I get hit by a truck or something...?" They mumbled.

Eyes opening, they looked around. "Well that's not good. I can't afford to be hallucinating now." They picked up their round lensed glasses and checked them before putting them on, then fished a phone out of their pocket. "No bars. Of course. I need to write an algorithm that will allow my phone to find signal from anywhere in the world. Of course, I should still be close enough to get signal anyway, hallucination or no. So... what is actually going on here...?"

Comments

[ubuntu_programmer]

"I am sure I can find something in my wheelhouse that people here need to have done."

[cheep_soongbird_knockoff]

Rren nodded. "I do not doubt it. There are... not many people here in the scheme of things, and I think there is a lot left undone just because there aren't enough of us."

[ubuntu_programmer]

"That badly short handed?" they asked, wincing a bit.

[cheep_soongbird_knockoff]

"Only a few people who were local to this world remain. So it is mostly those of us who appeared here. And. Yeah, we are pretty short handed."

[ubuntu_programmer]

"Well, I am used to working in small tight knit groups, at least. But if it is something like sanitation... That's not going to be a strength of mine. I'm a tech person."