[ Robbie isn't stumbling into the clearing so much as dropping into it. The mystery teleportation had beset him again. This time, he reappears in a clearing a full meter off the ground, and, while he nearly lands on his feet, he's just off balance enough to take a hard seat on the ground with a loud oof.
He doesn't immediately get up. He takes the time to check that he didn't break an ankle in the process. No, although his butt is going to have a bruise after landing on the amputated foot of a statue. That's fine - he'd rather have fallen backwards than forwards and avoided any temptation to put his broken hand out to stop the fall.
A fluttery shine of green temporarily blinds him, like someone's cellphone angled just the right way on the subway, and then the light's moved to his shirt. He looks up and around to see something that... definitely belongs on the New York City subway.
There's a kid - teenager - with some sort of tinsel wig and clubbing outfit. There's gold spandex armwarmers... no, body paint. He? Robbie's not sure of the teen's gender, honestly, but it would be rude. Xie? He'll go with that. Xie isn't speaking English, but that doesn't mean xie doesn't know it. Brainiac knew English, so who knows how this will go? ]
((If it turns out Mitch Albom was right, I'm going to need the complaints department. I'm 2 for 5, and there's no sign of Freddie Prinze and Gloria Radner. I didn't even read that schlocky book.
Hey, kid. What's up with the statues?))
[ Robbie hasn't seen any statue do anything but stand statuesquely, so he's not sure why xie is so keen on them. ]
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He doesn't immediately get up. He takes the time to check that he didn't break an ankle in the process. No, although his butt is going to have a bruise after landing on the amputated foot of a statue. That's fine - he'd rather have fallen backwards than forwards and avoided any temptation to put his broken hand out to stop the fall.
A fluttery shine of green temporarily blinds him, like someone's cellphone angled just the right way on the subway, and then the light's moved to his shirt. He looks up and around to see something that... definitely belongs on the New York City subway.
There's a kid - teenager - with some sort of tinsel wig and clubbing outfit. There's gold spandex armwarmers... no, body paint. He? Robbie's not sure of the teen's gender, honestly, but it would be rude. Xie? He'll go with that. Xie isn't speaking English, but that doesn't mean xie doesn't know it. Brainiac knew English, so who knows how this will go? ]
((If it turns out Mitch Albom was right, I'm going to need the complaints department. I'm 2 for 5, and there's no sign of Freddie Prinze and Gloria Radner. I didn't even read that schlocky book.
Hey, kid. What's up with the statues?))
[ Robbie hasn't seen any statue do anything but stand statuesquely, so he's not sure why xie is so keen on them. ]