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WHO: John Constantine | afriendtosell and YOU!
WHERE: Various locales around the city; your pref.
WHEN: All day through Nov 20th
WARNINGS: None thus far...?
SUMMARY: John goes for a walk to get the lay of the land, and hilarity obviously must ensue.
FORMAT: Para to start, but your choice after.
It was a right bloody mess he'd gone and gotten himself into this time, that much was obvious. Though he knew that this version of Earth was closer to his own than some of the others he'd heard about -- and, thankfully, only heard about; he still had nightmares of the one where he was his twin's foil -- New York was as familiar to him as the machinations of those who had brought him here. He felt out of his depth; worse still, he felt more vulnerable and on edge than usual; though he'd met Zatanna, and spied enough of the network that he was apparently a member of to get the gist of what was going on, the dates and faces were all wrong, incomprehensible.
He certainly hadn't heard about Wayne dying until Zatanna had casually dropped the bombshell on him. He'd always known that it was a possibility, but to hear it spoken of, even so casually...
Either he wasn't paying enough attention to the goings on of the world at large, or the years ahead of him were filled with the stuff of nightmares.
He'd gone out early in the morning to try and arrange his thoughts, and knew he wouldn't stop walking the city until nightfall.
WHERE: Various locales around the city; your pref.
WHEN: All day through Nov 20th
WARNINGS: None thus far...?
SUMMARY: John goes for a walk to get the lay of the land, and hilarity obviously must ensue.
FORMAT: Para to start, but your choice after.
It was a right bloody mess he'd gone and gotten himself into this time, that much was obvious. Though he knew that this version of Earth was closer to his own than some of the others he'd heard about -- and, thankfully, only heard about; he still had nightmares of the one where he was his twin's foil -- New York was as familiar to him as the machinations of those who had brought him here. He felt out of his depth; worse still, he felt more vulnerable and on edge than usual; though he'd met Zatanna, and spied enough of the network that he was apparently a member of to get the gist of what was going on, the dates and faces were all wrong, incomprehensible.
He certainly hadn't heard about Wayne dying until Zatanna had casually dropped the bombshell on him. He'd always known that it was a possibility, but to hear it spoken of, even so casually...
Either he wasn't paying enough attention to the goings on of the world at large, or the years ahead of him were filled with the stuff of nightmares.
He'd gone out early in the morning to try and arrange his thoughts, and knew he wouldn't stop walking the city until nightfall.