[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa peered around the armchair to eye the businessman that the being had pointed out. She jumped in her chair at the shocking sight of the violent battle that they exposed. Was that what he is experiencing right now in this state of...catharsis? Were [i]all[/i] of the seemingly normal people in the coffee shop experiencing some other reality right now? Sirpa glanced around at the other customers, all calmly enjoying their afternoon. Evening? There were no clocks, and Sirpa couldn't tell the time of day by the lighting in the room. There were simultaneously no windows and a normal amount of windows. Sirpa couldn't discern what "outside" looked like.

Before she could start to think about what "outside" might even be, she felt herself tugged forward to her feel through a portal??? For crying out loud. Where [i]was[/i] she?

Again, there was not enough time to consider her thoughts. She was almost immediately overstimulated by the noise, the jostling, the humidity, and the smell of sweat. The flashing lights bothered her as if someone had held up multiple flashlights right against her face and moved them around quickly. Technically that wasn't much different than what was happening, but still.

Sirpa could barely hear the person talking to them. It was at that moment that she realized that they were at some party, maybe a club? That familiar feeling of static she so often encountered at events like this crept up her hands, feet, chest, and face. Sirpa closed her fingers around her thumbs and squeezed, searching for stability. She squinted at the fighter and the cowboy, two very unlikely people to find herself in the same room with at all. She made a note to stay close to them. They were familiar and somehow seemed safe among the partygoers. She didn't know them, but in this new setting she felt somewhat connected to them just by shared experience. They were all in this "catharsis" place, all coming from somewhere else and not quite sure what was happening. Besides, she couldn't see that big cat thing anymore. Where did they go? Or did it turn into the employee who was talking to them right now? Anything could happen, apparently. Sirpa wrapped her arms around herself and grounded through her feet, trying to make herself feel steady among the throbbing mob of people.[/color]

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