[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/austera-simple-tfb-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230504/0257ed6a9f7f0bf4b9359b8c9ca8d06c.png[/img][/url][/center] [b][color=Lavenderblush]Time:[/color][/b] MORNING [b][color=Lavenderblush]Location:[/color][/b] EXT. WOODS - RIVER PORT [b][color=Lavenderblush]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] The golden lion furry [@Helo]; The lady in a purple dress [@Tae]; The guy cosplaying as an elf [@princess] [b][color=Lavenderblush]Equipment: [/color][/b][hider=][color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Attire from Earth [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Wallet and key [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Zion's hunting knife [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Wet shirt[/hider] [hr] [color=Lightcyan]Led by the kid, who navigated the forest like he had a GPS implant, Jun reached a river where they spotted some River Port locals. Jun rushed up and begged them to call an ambulance, but no matter how he phrased "call emergency services" —911, 999, 112, or 119—, they just stared back baffled. It wasn't until Jun frantically explained that a lionman was gravely injured and in need of medical attention tout suite that the locals finally grasped the severity of the situation. They agreed to gather help to bring Zion to care, offering to take the kid too. In the meantime, Jun needed water for Zion. Without any containers, he peeled off his shirt and soaked it up with as much water as the fabric could hold. Concerns about sanitation crossed his mind, but it had to be better than nothing. Cradling the dripping bundle, Jun hotfooted back to where he left the others, only to find nobody there. Well, technically not "nobody" if you counted the giant spider carcasses. Everyone else—Malachi, purple lady, and most importantly Zion—vanished, leaving a half-naked loser standing alone in the woods with only the mangled arachnids for company. Had they duped him? He doubted it—the raw terror and pain on Zion's face couldn't have been faked. Logic suggested the others carted Zion off for medical help the second Jun and the kid were out of eyeshot. The theory gave him some relief. But then a more chilling thought wormed its way in. This LARPing community was even more unhinged than Jun realized. So hell-bent on preserving the illusion, they waited until Jun was gone to finally aid Zion when they had the option to quickly transport him any time. To them, fantasy eclipsed real harm. This crystallized Jun's growing fears about Avalia: the longer he stayed, the less likely he'd get back home in one piece. Time to hit the road. Yesterday.[/color] [center]· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·[/center] [b][color=Lavenderblush]Time:[/color][/b] AFTERNOON [b][color=Lavenderblush]Location:[/color][/b] INT./EXT. MAMA MALACHI'S SUMMERHOUSE - RIVER PORT [b][color=Lavenderblush]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] The golden lion furry [@Helo]; The lady in a purple dress [@Tae]; The guy cosplaying as an elf [@princess] [b][color=Lavenderblush]Equipment: [/color][/b][hider=][color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Attire from Earth [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Backpack [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Smartphone [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Wallet and key [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Computer [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Headphones [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Spare eyeglasses [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Plastic bag [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Letter [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Zion's hunting knife [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Damp shirt [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Clothes and cloak "borrowed" from Malachi's [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Canteen "borrowed" from Malachi's [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Map "borrowed" from Malachi's [color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Kenia's housewarming gifts (bread)[/hider] [hr] [color=Lightcyan]Jun grabbed his stuff and crammed what he could into his backpack. A canteen for water—check. Questionable map—check. All the bread totally-just-a-friendly-neighbor-who-can-hold-her-own-in-a-fight brought—double check. There were probably more useful things he should've packed if he just took a moment to think, but there wasn't time. He needed to go before they noticed he was alone. He struggled into an old shirt and pair of pants he found in the house, reasoning they would help him blend into the crowds better than his "Earth" garb (not to mention his own shirt still needed time to dry). At least the cloak covered the worst of the bad fit. Jun could've just legged it then, but his conscience needled him to compensate for the "borrowed" goods and broken picture frame. Unsure of the value or exchange rate, he left a mishmash of cash and amas on the table he hoped would cover the cost. He scribbled a hasty note to Zion (saying "I hope you get better soon"), then crumpled the sentiment into a ball and tossed it into the bin. What a waste. Pity be to the trees sacrificed to make the paper. It wasn't as if his good wishes could change what happened or heal the big guy any better or faster. Zion had plenty of well-wishers and medical staff helping him. Jun would make no difference—he made no difference. An anxious double-check later, Jun slipped out into the afternoon sun.[/color] [hider=TLDR][color=Lavenderblush]The child led Jun to the closest river where they found locals who agreed to bring help to move Zion and take the child back to River Port. When Jun returned to the spot he left the group at, no one was there. Taking advantage of the team's absence, Jun returned to the summerhouse. He gathered his belongings, took some things, and changed clothes before leaving.[/color][/hider]