[center][i][h1][color=DA0082]Bill and Ted's Outlandish Voyage[/color][/h1][/i]
[img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/POekkUcKs16gg/200.gif[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] Gotham City
[b]Mood:[/b] [color=5EA5DD]Eager[/color] / [color=F92809]Eager[/color]
[b]Status:[/b] [color=5EA5DD]Healthy[/color] / [color=F92809]Healthy[/color]
[b]Interactions:[/b] Open

[hr]
[i][h1]CRASH!!!![/h1][/i]
In an alleyway near the Gotham museum, a glass telephone booth lined red appeared. It crackled with orange electricity. The doors folded open, and one adolescent boy stumbled out. Ted glanced back at his friend with a concerned expression, watching him fruitlessly press each button. [b]"Error,"[/b] was all the automated voice had to say.

Bill shook his head, following after Ted. [color=5EA5DD][b]"The dialing thing's busted somehow!"[/b][/color] It was odd; the antenna was fine this time around. No other signs of damage on the booth. What in the world was the cau— [color=5EA5DD][b]"Dude, where'd you get another watch?"[/b][/color] Bill pointed at Ted's arm, curiosity quickly taking over any hint of concern.

[color=F92809][b]"Another watch?"[/b][/color] Ted raised his arm, looking at the new device from all angles. [color=F92809][b]"I dunno, I thought I only had one."[/b][/color] His eyes widened as he looked over to his friend. Ted pointed at his arm. [color=F92809][b]"Dude, you have the same watch!"[/b][/color]

[color=5EA5DD][b]"I do?"[/b][/color] One quick glance confirmed that, indeed, he had a matching watch. It was strange, yes, and it felt tightly secure on their arm.

But they now had matching watches!

[color=5EA5DD][b]"A[/b][/color][color=7890BA][b]w[/b][/color][color=927B96][b]e[/b][/color][color=AC6773][b]s[/b][/color][color=C55250][b]o[/b][/color][color=DF3D2C][b]m[/b][/color][color=F92809][b]e!"[/b][/color]

The two played air guitar, beaming.

[color=5EA5DD][b]"So, uh, where [i]are[/i] we?"[/b][/color]

They finally took a good look at their surroundings, outside the alleyway. It was a marvelous sight to behold; buildings towering higher than anything in San Dimas, excluding Waterloo water park. It would've looked way cooler in the morning, but who were they to complain?

[color=F92809][b]"Well, it's really dark, the streets are all empty. It's most[i][/i] gloomy."[/b][/color] Ted's jaw dropped. It was a most grave realization. He turned to Bill. [color=F92809][b]"Dude..."[/b][/color] They now had something to complain about. [color=F92809][b]"We're in [i]Detroit![/i]"[/b][/color]

The joy drained from Bill's eyes. [color=5EA5DD][b]"Detroit?! We need to get out of here!"[/b][/color] He ran back to their red phone booth, cramming inside... only to remember: [color=5EA5DD][b]"But the phone booth's most busted!"[/b][/color] He poked his head out. [color=5EA5DD][b]"It's lost its time-traveling juice!"[/b][/color]

Ted warily looked around. [color=F92809][b]"We're in serious bogus, now. What do we do?"[/b][/color]

Some pondering later, and another idea struck Bill. Lit up, he rushed over to his friend. [color=5EA5DD][b]"Ted, your dad's a deputy! The police here [i]have[/i] to know him!"[/b][/color]

Ted clenched his fist as if they secured a victory. [color=F92809][b]"You're [i]right![/i] But where do we find the police?"[/b][/color]

---

[color=5EA5DD][b]"Police! Police!"[/b][/color]

[color=F92809][b]"Police! Police!"[/b][/color]

The duo stood in the middle of the dead street, yelling their lungs out for an officer and occasionally a phone booth repairman. Little did they know just [i]how[/i] far away their San Dimas was.
[/center]