What strange new world
Who: Alan Bradley, open
Where: The Arcade
What: Someone's life is about to turn upside down! \o/
Warnings: Nothing other then unintentional comedy from Alan. Poor schmuck.
Alan was beginning to feel at his wit's end. The board was on his case, pushing him to put an end to the search that had only been going for the span of two weeks. Pushing him to take over as full CEO. Trying to get him to cave to what they wanted, and not what Kevin wanted. He isn't here. Kevin Flynn is gone. He was not gone. Not yet. Alan refused to believe it. He knew, he felt it, he just couldn't be dead! And he knew Flynn would never just up and leave. Others may not have known him well enough to understand that, but Alan did. Kevin was a good person. He cared too much to just leave.
So he kept searching. When he wasn't trying to wrangle the Board of Directors down and keep things under control, or trying to shield Sam and Kevin's parents from the media hounds, he was out with Roy and Lora - she'd come all this way, back out from Washington, just to help look, Bless her heart - trying to find any sign they could of their best friend. Still. His worry was beginning to take hold and become stronger, and not just for Kevin. The Board's speed to declare Flynn a lost cause was more then a little suspicious. The three had all agreed upon that. But Roy was starting to get...almost irrational. Starting to suspect more then just the greed of the men under Alan causing them to want to jump at the chance they'd been given. He was beginning to talk about conspiracies, murder plots. Terrible things.
And Alan, damnit all, but he couldn't say he wasn't starting to believe him, too.
But no, he wouldn't let himself succumb to those thoughts. Not yet. Kevin was alive, they would find him. They just had to have hope. So once again, he found himself giving Sam a reassuring hug as he left Kevin's house. He'd practically been living there since the disappearance, to keep his godson company. And he was making his way to the Arcade. They had already searched it, so many times. But he couldn't help the niggling feeling he felt. Something was there, he just knew it. He had to find a way to prove it.
It was when he was rifling through the old papers in Flynn's desk drawer that the strange flash and sense of displacement came. It was like the world blinked out and went dead for an eternity that lasted only a split second. In the time it took for him to close his eyes - a blink - and then open them again. And when they were open again, the world had changed. He almost didn't think he'd opened his eyes at first. The world was so dark! Black, but shimmering with a faint navy blue color that reflected like glass.
He stumbled back, letting out a horrified, undignified sound as he found that even the desk itself had changed. His hands were no longer sifting through papers, but octagonal cards covered in some strange code. The walls were lined with bright, glowing strips of blue light that gave the room a soft illumination.
When he clambered back to his feet, he spun, horror and confusion written on his face. He pulled his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes and putting them back on with shaking fingers only to find it had no effect on his surroundings. Whatever this was, it was...well...it seemed real, to him.
"Need sleep need sleep that's all it is gotta get home, that's it, just...just...sweet Mary, Mother of God!"
He spun on his heels, racing down the stairs of the Arcade, finding himself standing in a large, open space where arcade cabinets had once been and the same Death-Star-looking interior design that had been upstairs. He raced out the door with little more then a pause, and what he saw once he exited made him stop short so quickly that it was all he could do not to fall flat on his face. By the grace of what apparently was some sort of futuristic light post, he managed to hold his balance, clinging to it like it was a lifeline that would keep him from slipping into complete insanity. The streets, the buildings around him, the sidewalks, all of it was built of the same glossy navy-blue-black glass-like material, lined in those glowing panels. People walked around him, their clothes illuminated in much the same way, their hair almost exclusively in binary shades of black or white, skin pale and almost ghostly save for the dark, dark skin of a few ethnic-looking individuals.
And the sky, so high above him, black as a moonless, starless night when only a half hour earlier it had been bright, cloudless mid-day blue.
"Oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God!!!"
Ladies and Gentlemen, the ever calm, level-headed Alan Bradley. Always one with words.
[[OOC: Edited because I realized I completely forgot to do the little...label thingies. o_O]]
Where: The Arcade
What: Someone's life is about to turn upside down! \o/
Warnings: Nothing other then unintentional comedy from Alan. Poor schmuck.
Alan was beginning to feel at his wit's end. The board was on his case, pushing him to put an end to the search that had only been going for the span of two weeks. Pushing him to take over as full CEO. Trying to get him to cave to what they wanted, and not what Kevin wanted. He isn't here. Kevin Flynn is gone. He was not gone. Not yet. Alan refused to believe it. He knew, he felt it, he just couldn't be dead! And he knew Flynn would never just up and leave. Others may not have known him well enough to understand that, but Alan did. Kevin was a good person. He cared too much to just leave.
So he kept searching. When he wasn't trying to wrangle the Board of Directors down and keep things under control, or trying to shield Sam and Kevin's parents from the media hounds, he was out with Roy and Lora - she'd come all this way, back out from Washington, just to help look, Bless her heart - trying to find any sign they could of their best friend. Still. His worry was beginning to take hold and become stronger, and not just for Kevin. The Board's speed to declare Flynn a lost cause was more then a little suspicious. The three had all agreed upon that. But Roy was starting to get...almost irrational. Starting to suspect more then just the greed of the men under Alan causing them to want to jump at the chance they'd been given. He was beginning to talk about conspiracies, murder plots. Terrible things.
And Alan, damnit all, but he couldn't say he wasn't starting to believe him, too.
But no, he wouldn't let himself succumb to those thoughts. Not yet. Kevin was alive, they would find him. They just had to have hope. So once again, he found himself giving Sam a reassuring hug as he left Kevin's house. He'd practically been living there since the disappearance, to keep his godson company. And he was making his way to the Arcade. They had already searched it, so many times. But he couldn't help the niggling feeling he felt. Something was there, he just knew it. He had to find a way to prove it.
It was when he was rifling through the old papers in Flynn's desk drawer that the strange flash and sense of displacement came. It was like the world blinked out and went dead for an eternity that lasted only a split second. In the time it took for him to close his eyes - a blink - and then open them again. And when they were open again, the world had changed. He almost didn't think he'd opened his eyes at first. The world was so dark! Black, but shimmering with a faint navy blue color that reflected like glass.
He stumbled back, letting out a horrified, undignified sound as he found that even the desk itself had changed. His hands were no longer sifting through papers, but octagonal cards covered in some strange code. The walls were lined with bright, glowing strips of blue light that gave the room a soft illumination.
When he clambered back to his feet, he spun, horror and confusion written on his face. He pulled his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes and putting them back on with shaking fingers only to find it had no effect on his surroundings. Whatever this was, it was...well...it seemed real, to him.
"Need sleep need sleep that's all it is gotta get home, that's it, just...just...sweet Mary, Mother of God!"
He spun on his heels, racing down the stairs of the Arcade, finding himself standing in a large, open space where arcade cabinets had once been and the same Death-Star-looking interior design that had been upstairs. He raced out the door with little more then a pause, and what he saw once he exited made him stop short so quickly that it was all he could do not to fall flat on his face. By the grace of what apparently was some sort of futuristic light post, he managed to hold his balance, clinging to it like it was a lifeline that would keep him from slipping into complete insanity. The streets, the buildings around him, the sidewalks, all of it was built of the same glossy navy-blue-black glass-like material, lined in those glowing panels. People walked around him, their clothes illuminated in much the same way, their hair almost exclusively in binary shades of black or white, skin pale and almost ghostly save for the dark, dark skin of a few ethnic-looking individuals.
And the sky, so high above him, black as a moonless, starless night when only a half hour earlier it had been bright, cloudless mid-day blue.
"Oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God!!!"
Ladies and Gentlemen, the ever calm, level-headed Alan Bradley. Always one with words.
[[OOC: Edited because I realized I completely forgot to do the little...label thingies. o_O]]