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As painfully drab and purposefully mundane as Araminta was, a sunset looked as nice here as it did in most places. Particularly when out in the woods with a joint in hand.

Terry licked the edge of the paper and began to deftly roll it up, quietly enjoying the fact that for once it didn't seem to have any noticeable bumps or deformities. With how things had been going at least he could still roll competently enough. Terry placed the joint in his mouth and began searching the pockets on his jeans and shirt for a few moments only to furrow his brow in annoyance and silently taking the joint out of his mouth and putting it in his shirt pocket. For once his contemplative trip would have a nice backdrop but alas, no lighter.

He leaned back on the rock formation he'd parked himself on. His friends had come out here with him to hang out and bullshit but fairly quickly got bored and decided to head off, Terry said he'd meet them later tonight at whatever impromptu show got inevitably thrown together but he didn't feel very enthused at the prospect. He hadn't played a show since he found out he could project shit out of his hands and his friends had began jokingly congratulating him on retirement. It both annoyed and amused him that he now had two reasons for his lack of performance that he couldn't inform anyone about, one because they would think he was a wash out and the other because they'd think he'd gone nuts up until he demonstrated with no doubt disastrous results.

Still, the outskirts were a nice enough reason in and of themselves to stick around, far enough from the goings on of Araminta but not too deep that Terry in his more fucked up states couldn't find his way back home easily.

Indeed, the sun setting was bright and comforting amidst the hysteria currently gripping the normally sleepy suburbs. It was simple, warm, purple.

[I]'Wait... Purple?'[/I] Terry thought as he righted himself back and squinted his eyes at the sky, suddenly the beam of purple grew closer and began to engulf his vision.

"Well fu-" Terry said before the light crashed into the ground and made him disappear. 

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Not that you're ever really prepared to be transported by a beam of purple energy into a warehouse but the experience still hit Terry sharply as he felt as though his body crashed into the unforgiving floor. That said instead of shattered bones he simply felt the wind knocked out of him for a few moments before he got his bearings.

Almost reflexively, Terry scrambled to his feet as if to prove he hadn't just suddenly died, he wobbled slightly before righting himself and taking stock of his surroundings. It reminded him of the aftermath of many a party, he didn't recognise very many of the people here and everyone seemed to be trying to piece together the events prior. Closest to him was a guy talking to two women, they seemed the most adjusted so either they knew what the fuck had happened or they were the first to get up.

"Araminta, never heard of it? Well, neither did a lot of people, girl." The guy said, he was clearly a local then but Terry couldn't really place him. He recognised one of the women he was talking to as a waitress, maybe at somewhere he did an acoustic set? The other woman escaped him completely, considering she hadn't heard of Pennsylvania's little slice of heaven she clearly wasn't from around here.

"Right." Terry said, rubbing his head slightly and hobbling over to the group. "It's distinguishing characteristics is some railway lines and the fact that it looks like a half-assed Norman Rockwell painting."

Terry looked around, the woman had said something about Florida that much he'd made out previously. 

"Real question is, why would some people from a shithole in Pennsylvania and a different state entirely all get brought here..."

Placing his hands in his pockets, Terry's expression stiffened as he tried to find anything notable about this place that he recognised. This warehouse was cold and unfamiliar to him, he certainly didn't remember playing some kind of show out here at any point. Man, he really wished he had a lighter with him right about now.