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Ignoring the young man offering a girl he just met his meat, Alistair confidently faced forwards, braving the sight of the new world in which they found themselves. [s]He was very thankful that nobody mentioned how a meeting room would generally not have an exit to the outside and instead would lead further into the building they were in because as far as I'm aware meeting rooms aren't just their own thing and instead exist as part of a bigger building. But if I overuse strikethrough, Warp may think I don't intend on taking this RP seriously so I will likely lessen my use of it for a little bit, excuse me.[/s] Daytime was not especially blinding, but the view before them was... a bit confusing for the Archibald. Like the outside noise had suggested, the world, at least as of right now, seemed to be rather primitive in architectural design and in general. Alistair took note of things like the dirt roads, the lack of anything that seemed to resemble modern infrastructure, and also the clothing the people on the street wore. 

He did not care one bit for this. He'd prefer to be sent into a world where the culture and technology it used was more futuristic. The past was very inconvenient, he had learned. But aside from this, the peasants walking the streets did have something quite unique that caught his attention: some had animalistic features. Fur, tails, some even appeared as though they were more animal than human. How strange. How interesting. 

He wasn't sure if he should be worried, though.

Thankfully, there were normal-looking humans walking the streets too, else he might have thought this to be some kind of Planet of the Apes scenario. Not being especially consistent with commoner culture, that was the best he could do. [color=c1ba46]"For those of you still in denial, I would recommend taking a nice long look at all of this. I fail to see any way that this is all some elaborate joke, as a brighter individual would choose either furries or a renaissance festival, not both."[/color] he declared to his companions. Well, that particular word was a bit much. "Fellow victims" was perhaps the best way to describe how Alistair currently thought of them. It was not like he particularly cared for them, they just happened to be in the same situation. 

Alistair slammed his fist into the wall beside him after taking a step outside the building, still pretty irritated despite the somewhat comical deduction. [color=c1ba46]"This is such a pain in the ass,"[/color] he complained. [color=c1ba46]"No air-conditioning, no electricity... and I seriously doubt my credit cards will be useful here. Wait."[/color] having remembered finally to check his person, Alistair searched his clothes to see what was on him. He retrieved a few things: 

His wallet, with everything in it. His license, a small amount of cash, and the aforementioned credit cards. 

His phone, which presumably had no service. He turned it off for now. 

Finally, his car keys. 

[i][color=c1ba46]Shit, nothing here's gonna help, is it?[/color][/i]

Alistair noticed that one of the animal-like citizens had stopped and begun staring at him. Particularly, his coat. He locked eyes with this being, it was one of the mostly-human ones, with cat-ears and a tail. There was a brief moment they stood still, neither speaking, until Alistair finally got fed up. [color=c1ba46]"It's cat-fur!"[/color] he barked at her, unsure if she'd even understand him. If not, his tone must have gotten through as she jumped in surprise and with a rather cute yelp, scurried away. Some others appeared to take notice of him as a result.

Turning around, he faced the group he had arrived with, most of who did not appear to be too eager to leave the room. Most of whom were actually pretty young. Perhaps he should help them? Ah, but that was a bother. At the very least, a suggestion, maybe? [color=c1ba46]"Unless they accept Visas or USD, I suspect this dirty hellhole will have to serve as a sort of home for us."[/color] he mentioned. [color=c1ba46]"Not that I am content with such a piss-poor place, mind you. It is just ever-so-slightly better than resting outside, and given its condition, I doubt anybody intends on reclaiming it anytime soon."[/color] 

Alistair turned his back to the group once again. [color=c1ba46]"I will make my way back to this place once it gets dark, assuming that I am not blessed with a better place. Until then, I suggest you guys stay in groups, but I don't intend on babysitting you. Good bye."[/color] stating this, Alistair Archibald took off with the intention of perhaps learning more about the world and possible job opportunities that weren't dubious. 

[i][color=c1ba46]Really rolling out the red carpet, isn't she?[/color][/i]