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"[color=fff79a]You have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me![/color]"  He could hear a banshee scream in the distance, it's voice mottled and echoing in the void of space.

Connor's bloodshot eyes flew wide open.  As they stared straight ahead, he looked on in a blurry haze at a ball of light that spread out like a snowflake, slowly spinning around and around.  There was something beautiful about it, like a luminescent kaleidoscope.  

He could feel his heartbeat in his temples.  His mouth was dry and seemingly sticky.  As he tried to mentally recalibrate, he couldn't help but wonder just where in the hell he actually was.  The sight looked familiar and, yet, it seemed wrong somehow.

"[color=fff79a]Dude![/color]" the banshee screeched again, only this time the word sounded clearer, closer...  "[color=fff79a]Why are you naked?![/color]"  It wasn't but a second later that the silhouette of the monster eclipsed the light from above and looked down upon him in rage. "[color=fff79a]Connor, you drunk asshole![/color]"  This banshee was mean.  As Connor's pupils began to retract, the face of this berating enigma slowly came into focus.  "[color=fff79a]Get off the couch!  I just [i]bought [/i]this thing![/color]" shouted Connor's very upset roommate.

"[color=6ecff6]That's not a pretty snowflake...[/color]" Connor managed to mutter hoarsely as he looked passed his furious roomie.  It was a ceiling fan.  His livingroom ceiling fan.  He was in his apartment, he realized.  Slowly, he sat up.  His laptop was open in his lap, but that was just about the only thing covering his otherwise entirely naked body. His stare craned over to observe a nearly empty bottle of whisky that was spilled over onto the ground which was sure to become a source of future scoldings as soon as his roommate took notice.

"[color=fff79a]Seriously, dude, did you just get drunk and beat off all day?! ON MY COUCH?![/color]" his roommate asked incredulously, still in his Best Buy uniform, no doubt having just finished his shift.

"[color=6ecff6]I-I was off today! And the couch is awesome![/color]" Connor cried, trying to defend himself.  Sobriety had mostly returned, but it came with an ever-growing headache.  As he tried to plea his case, he noticed his phone on the coffee table blinking.  He quickly snatched it up and let his thumbs dance upon the screen before opening an unread text message.  "[color=6ecff6]Oh shit, I've gotta go,[/color]" he said finally before pushing the laptop aside, fully exposing himself. His roommate shielded his own eyes as if he had accidentally looked directly into the sun.

"[color=fff79a]DUDE!  Who's going to clean this up,[/color]" he cried.  Connor quickly ran into his room and grabbed whatever clothes he could get his hands on quickly - a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt with a cartoon penguin, a baseball cap and some well worn gray Vans - and stumbled toward the door of the apartment.

"[color=6ecff6]Sorry, man, I'll take care of it when I get back,[/color]" he quickly sputtered as he dove toward his camera case, snatching it up by the handle.  He dashed out of the door and swung it shut behind him.  As he began running down the corridor toward his truck, he could hear his roommate shouting obscenities in the background.  Connor couldn't help but grin.

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[code]Sorry, was asleep - OMW[/code]

Connor's thumb pressed the SEND button on his phone as his truck barreled through the rain.  Not the safest driving habit, but he was trying to make up time as best he could.  He opened up the console and popped open a tin of Altoids before shoving half of them in his mouth in a poor attempt to drown out the stench of whisky.  As soon as he got the information about the asylum, he quickly plugged it into his GPS and followed the directions of the kind robot lady who spoke to him through his phone's speaker.

It wasn't too long before he saw the opened gates and, in the distance, the majority of the crew.  He pulled his truck off to the side to park, grabbed his camera case, and pulled himself out before slamming his door shut.  Despite having driven, he was somehow slightly out of breath as he trotted up to Darcy, Baxtor and Dylan.

"[color=6ecff6]So sorry, guys.  Roomie got this new couch and I fell asleep on it and it's this whole thing,[/color]" he huffed, looking exasperated.  His eyes then trailed off to the asylum itself and he couldn't help his mouth from dropping open in awe.  "[color=6ecff6]Holy crap, this is the real deal, huh?[/color]"  The place already looked creepy as hell.