[color=darkorange]"Yep, yep, all good points, hey, listen do you know where-"[/color] he said, jumping up and down on one foot as he struggled to get a leg in his jeans. He looked up to see her walking away. Tch. [i]women.[/i]

He finished struggling into his jeans to hear a growing yipping across the parking lot. [color=darkorange]"Poncho!"[/color]  Tarly looked up just in time to grab a ball of fur and mats fearlessly leaping into his arms. [color=darkorange]"No - Poncho- stop - cor your breath is gross, mate, who've you been kissing?"[/color] the ferocious beast assaulted Tarly with unending licks. He was a brown west highland terrier mutt, barely out of puppy years, with a lopsided gate and more dirt then fur. Tarly had started feeling the critter months back, and it had taken a shine to him, though like Tarly it hardly stuck in one place for long periods of time.

[color=darkorange]"Listen mate, how about you and me go grab a burger or something, yeah?"[/color] Tarly asked, now dressed for all bar one shoe. He pulled the post-it note off his face, invisible specks of fairy dust shaking from his head and onto Poncho...
Tarly blinked. He blinked again. He stumbled backwards and bumped into a mushroom.

The carpark had warped into a forest.  Conversation drifted in waves to him, hitting him all at once.


[color=darkorange]"Ah."[/color] said Tarly to himself, more questioning then screaming. Blink. Blink blinkblinkblinkblinkblink.

[sup][color=a187be]"Uhm. I don't suppose you have [i]any[/i] idea what happened..."[/color][/sup][center][sup][color=00aeef]"There's a really good chance that we [i]might[/i] have hit our heads somewhere and are now hallucinating. Are those... fairies..."[/color][/sup][/center][center][sup][color=coral]"Are...are you real? Or...did I make you up..."[/color][/sup][sub][color=gold]"You guys....you guys are seeing the same stuff right? Fair folk, forest all that crazy..."[/color][/sub][/center]
[center][sup]"[color=lightpink]Hey, what's going on...[/color]"[/sup][sub][color=coral]"I...i...i don't know what to believe..."[/color][/sub][/center]

Poncho, meanwhile, was having a great time. Bounding around under people's feet, sniffing at the fairie's curiously. He looked to Tarly with curiousity, who seemed to be having some kind of anuerism.

[color=darkorange]"What in the bloody blazes! Are you all okay with this?! Is no one here GENUINELY FREAKING THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. Like I'm pretty sure this is a FREAK THE FUCK OUT SITUATION."[/color] he said, swapping limply at the air as he continued to back away from everyone who - as far as he was concerned - were way, way too calm. Maybe he was hallucinating them. Maybe everything here was a hallucination.

He'd taken something last night, hadn't he? That's why this was happening, surely? He didn't remember taking anything, but maybe he'd been too drunk to realise. But he'd been fine in the Leebry carpark? Or maybe he'd imagined that whole situation too? Running through a woods in one's underpants was probably nightmare-material for most people. His head was spinning. This was all way too weird.

"Woof!" offered Poncho happily. He was having a great time.