[b][u][i]Vaughtar's room[/i][/u][/b]

"Wait... [i]daytime[/i] ?" Vaughtar was stunned. It took him a few seconds to voice his conclusion: "So this rift has interrupted my transformation cycle. Normally I turn to stone when the sun rises above the horizon, no matter if I can actually see it happening or not. And... [i]underwater[/i] ?"

To cut a long story short: Winston had to start explaining. A lot. How the world - roughly - looked like. How society looked like. A few very basic everyday things like phones, cars and planes. The latter one was an item on the list that normally wasn't important, but since this creature apparently was able to defeat gravity on a regular basis and large enough to be spotted by recent day radar technology, it was worth mentioning.



[b][u][i]The Meeting Room[/i][/u][/b]

When he had finished and Vaughtar's head had stopped fuming, Winston offered him to join a meeting that was going on just right now. The stone gray beast seemed to be kind-hearted, so it was acceptable to let him join it. He quickly pulled the ordinary chair out of Vaughtar's way and shoved a sturdy metal crate towards him that had been sitting around next to one of the walls. 'Hulking' was a pure understatement for that gargoyle, kind-hearted or not.

He was too late to cross Dayna's way in the hallway leading away from the conference room, but though he would have definitely found an elemental sprite very interesting - such things didn't exist on Munimis - there were enough other persons in the room to saturate his curiosity. The person he could identify himself with most at first glance was the lean woman with curly, reddish hair he didn't know the name of. Given that she had also come through the rift, her clothing remembered him very much of what the ordinary people of his world were used to. He could see Matthew and Hirsch, but of course he had no idea about the USMC, so the only thing he noted about them was that they appeared to be a team of some sort in this room, with some similarities in behaviour. Another man, quite tall, was standing next to that horrible thing that had to be one of these 'screens' Winston had told him about. These flashing images divided into a myriad of tiny squares would give him a headache, that was for sure! There was some ink tainting the surface. It made no sense, so it had likely been an accident. Vaughtar wished that whoever had done this would have just continued with it until the entire thing had been covered.

There seemed to be an intensive discussion going on, so Vaughtar sat down onto the creaking crate without saying anything else than a "Hi.", spoken out very low by his standards. He felt strange, very strange. He was the only one who was almost naked. His body was probably nothing to be ashamed of, but it just felt wrong as everyone else here was wearing some sort of clothing. Unlike Wolfe he couldn't transform back and forth to what physical representation suited the current situation best.