Sophia wore dark purple jeans that hugged her curves and a baggy guns and roses tank top that, due to looking as if she was washed ashore, wasn't so baggy anymore. Her black boots were worn and faded, and were tied all the way up her calf. Thank goodness for waterproof makeup, otherwise black and purple streaks of mascara and eye shadow would mark her face. She ran a hand through her hair, pulling the long pieces in front out of her face with a soft sigh, and evaluated her surroundings. 

The air around them was warm and moist, though a cool breeze kissed her wet cheeks, dusting the crusted sand from her skin. Other than that breeze, and the constant crashing of waves, nothing else stirred around them. It was as if they were stuck in a painting. But the painting seemed to be incomplete. Where were the birds? The sun? The grass and sea shells and other little accessories that often littered a beach? Were they the only forms of life here? Not to mention the only vibrant color were the pink clouds that seemed to blend in with one another, seamlessly. Messy, scattered strokes of the paintbrush, that stretched so far, you couldn't see much else in the sky. There was a gentleman in a suit up at the top of the beachhead who started to come her way, and another, a shy looking, awkward one, dressed like he belonged in the dorms at Harvard. Glancing down at her own attire, she smirked. [color=magenta][i]I do seem to be a bit under dressed for whatever shenanigans I've found myself in this time,[/i][/color] she muttered softly to herself. 

The scholar walked up to her first and spoke, she nodded in greeting. His name was Julius, which seemed to fit somehow. She chuckled softly as he rambled but then her face twisted rather seriously [color=magenta]“Well, I knew that New York water was unique but this… either something was slipped into -my- drink last night and I dreamt all that happened today, or …”[/color] she looked around her a moment before continuing. For once, she was at a loss for words. Her shoulders slumped and a look of disbelief and confusion contorted her features. [color=magenta]“I’m not sure, honestly -  but I’m Sophia”.[/color] With a small, hopeless smile, she extended a clammy hand towards his along with a nod. She looked at the man coming down towards them and turned to greet him as well. [color=magenta]“I don’t suppose you know where we are?”[/color] she asked.