[color=#85c885][u][h3]Dustin[/h3][/u][/color]
Just as Klara began eating while talking about how the food could be poisoned, after she had given him her quiet thanks, the lights cut out, and some people seemed to panic. While somewhat startling, it was just a power outage, so Dustin turned on his phone's flashlight and speared another slice of meat on his fork. As he was chewing, he noticed beyond everyone's phone lights that the old computer in the corner of the room was on. The screen was dark, either being so old that it lacked a backlight or surprisingly new, with an OLED monitor or something. There seemed to be moving text on the screen, which he couldn't make out at the angle and distance he was sitting at across the room, though it certainly caught his attention when the text seemed to slip [i]out[/i] from the screen entirely. For once, he gave something his undivided attention without outside factors urging him to do so. Setting down the fork and pocketing his phone and earbuds, he stood up as the characters, now visible and clearly not English words or roman characters of any kind, began to take over the walls of the ballroom, darkening the room behind them. There were 1s and 0s not unlike binary, but the swirling mass of characters, many of which were unidentifiable, were not remotely possible to parse.

Soon enough, gravity itself seemed to [i]shift[/i], the room tilting precariously as the walls of the ballroom had been replaced by a spiral funnel of alien computer code. Though the tables and chairs didn't seem to shift with them, everyone in the room was soon falling into the computer like something out of a bad sci-fi movie.

Then, darkness. Darkness, and... are those stars?

A vivid blue sky bled through his surroundings and soon he was hitting the ground back-first as if only having tripped and fallen. Ouch.

The black void they fell through to get here quickly receded into the blue sky above, shrinking into nothingness like it had never existed in the first place.

Looking around, he found that the others seem to have made it here in one piece, and that they were now in some kind of car graveyard, with numerous cars sticking out of the ground like they were plowed into it with great force. Despite that, none of the cars seemed to be overly damaged, several looking brand new, and a few were even right-side up, looking ready to be driven.

They were in a relatively clear area, the ground made up of sand and loose patches of grass like where an undeveloped beach gives way to land. Off in the distance, a number of suspicious creatures the size of large dogs seemed to be heading their way, and while there was a good chance any given one could be fought off given their size, there were quite a lot of them, and he couldn't bring himself to act when they were so extraordinarily bizarre. Was that a pile of rocks? A small dinosaur? A straight up fairy? What the hell? In horror movies, it's easy to call the characters stupid for their inaction in the face of uncertainty, but when confronted with a fantastical sight, isn't it only natural to need time to process? To ensure their senses aren't simply deceiving them? Is it stupid not to flee from smoke and mirrors? Is it less stupid to instantly accept that they were just isekai'd through a computer ostensibly from the 90s?

Trying not to be a helpless horror movie victim, Dustin calmly got up and began walking over to the nearest vehicle that was left on four wheels. The gap between the vertical vehicles were large enough to drive through, and while he hadn't settled on a definite judgement of the situation, he was decisive enough to avoid complete analysis paralysis, even if he wasn't giving the current circumstances the urgency his actions would otherwise imply it deserved. He didn't take his eyes off of the approaching bizarre creatures either. Essentially, he was doing things by rote in order to hedge his bets while he tried to rationalize things. Acting calmly was less likely to flag him as prey to the creatures in any case, and he needed the extra time to google how to hotwire a car.

When he got to a car, however, he found that not only did it not have any keys, it didn't have a keyhole at all, or any discernible starting mechanism. The steering column was of a type that made it easy to get the plastic cover off and therefore hotwire, but once he did, there weren't any wires beneath it at all. Just the inexplicable symbols from their recent abduction glowing on whatever concrete-like material made up the steering column, in a haphazard arrangement. Frowning, he took a picture of the symbols with his phone, put the piece of plastic covering up the steering column back, pulled a lever to pop the hood, and got out of the car. The hood was unlocked but the first of the creatures were already starting to reach them. Judging by the lack of immediate mauling, he had time, so he pulled up the hood to find... a completely flat interior with more of the same symbols. He begrudgingly took another picture before slamming the hood shut and sighing, leaning back against it to see what the business with the approaching creatures was actually about. Really, just what the hell was going on?