[center][h2][color=f6989d]Kiarra[/color]/[color=82ca9d]Mackie[/color][/h2][/center]
 Surprisingly enough, the campaign had been going fairly well. Sure, Craig had managed to defile her character notes beyond comprehension, but that was to be expected, according to the state of the place. Besides, she had a clean copy stored in her notebook, as always. Even then, her first impression of Craig wasn’t the best it could have been. The guy she sat beside however pretty nice. He actually let her ramble on in her peculiar fashion, making her take an instant liking to him. She made a note to remember to ask Alex for his sandwich recepie, or at least a few more free sandwiches, and at least half the brownies ended up in her stomach. She wasn’t much of a sushi and wasabi gal, as she found out after sampling a piece. A single bite and she was almost crying from the spice. [color=f6989d]“HOT! [i]HOT![/i]”[/color] It quickly ended up in the nearest trash heap, seeing as she was having difficulty tooking for an actual garbage disposal.

 After this little episode, she took the chance to interact with a few of the others. Jacob was a sweetheart, and fun to chat with. They shared a couple interests, which was enough for her to hold a decently long conversation. Alex was someone who managed to match her energy, something rare for her. While she forgot to ask for his recepie, she enjoyed their banter. John and Rosemarie were interesting enough, while Nicholas seemed a bit quieter. She didn’t talk much with the other few people before returning to Soumer. [color=f6989d][i]Conclusion, everyone is nice, as usual.[/i][/color]

 Once Craig finished up with the newly orange stained sheets, he began with his dramatic routine. Kiarra didn’t mind much, seeing as she was fairly dramatic herself. She fidgeted in her seat, itching for the madness to begin. 

[i]“Ladies and gentlemen, let us now begin this most [b]epic[/b] adventure!”[/i]

 Only a while after Craig said that, Kiarra’s chair toppled backwards, throwing her into a random table. The bowl on top flipped over, covering her line of vision, but not before she witnessed the strange phenomina of the glowing, floating book. She stood, the thought of taking the dish not seeming to cross her befuddled mind. Not until she tripped over a toppled cabinet, that is. [color=f6989d][i]...Is this house built on a fault line?[/i][/color] Jumbled thoughts rushed through her mind before she felt herself being pulled away, though to where, she didn’t know. 

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 A strange feeling, like her skin was fizzling. Or..his? Sliowly opening her eyes, Kiarra took in the sight. A tavern, and a mismatched bunch of characters at one of the tables. An oddly familiar bunch, really...

[color=82ca9d]“Oh god. Are you kidding me?”[/color] Taken aback by the deepness of her own voice, Kiarra slowly looked down. Just as she thought. A blocky pair of hands, resting on a worn pair of work pants. [color=82ca9d]“...Mackie”[/color]

 Gaze roaming over the other characters, Kiarra-Mackie-almost began to wish she had made her character a bit more powerful. Then a thought occurred to her. Poiting Mackie’s fingers at the nearest table adjacent to theirs, she waggled them in its general direction. Sure enough, one of the humanoids standing there soon had their hair standing on end, small shocks running through it. Kiarra smiled deviously. [color=82ca9d]“What a [i]shocking[/i] discovery...”[/color]

 Listening to the others at the table quickly reaffirmed the idea that they were all the players trapped in their character’s bodies. Most seemed to be taking the shift as expected, with shock and some anger, though someone she persumed to be John was elated at the shift. One of the characters stood, attempting to find some order in the chaos. Kiarra responded to his question with a simple [color=82ca9d]“Yes.”[/color] A strange, orange creature joined them, speaking with an odd manner. A bit of the conversation reached Mackie’s ears.

 [color=a2d39c]“You mean the book that began floating out of nowhere? Well, that would be useful. I wonder where Craig even managed to get that book. Did he even think of opening it to check it out before the actual campaign? Speaking of Craig, where the hell did he go?”[/color] She paused, a thought crossing her mind. [color=a2d39c]“Perhaps he set this all up, somehow? He seemed like the type of person to do so, even if he thought it was a joke.”[/color]