(1: arrival) Thom didn't claim to know Galway like the back of his hand but he knew that giant looming tower was new. And he was alone. He'd seen the other lads step through the portal.
So far, he'd been lucky with portals. He'd never ended up in the wrong place, halfway around the world, or some fae dungeon. But wherever he was now, he didn't recognize it, and that didn't bode well.
"How's the craic? Weird question, but can you give me the name of this city?" Luckily, he'd been heading into Galway to pub crawl and club anyway, so he looked completely human, the Irish accent is more difficult to miss.
(7: around the city aka at the bar - feel free to reply with texts!!) Naturally, Thom was trying to stay level headed and figure out what he needed to do to help himself, and everyone knew the best place to think was at the pub over a pint. Everyone. He was sat at the bar itself, working on a red ale, as he toyed with one of the free packs of cheap matches the bar gave out just to keep his other hand occupied. All the while he was staring down at the phone he'd found in his pocket. Yes, found. He'd had his own phone on him when he'd stepped through the portal. This was not it.
It took him half a glass before he decided to fiddle with his only real lead, this phone. Naturally, he went straight for the pictures. Nada. After that, however, he went to the contacts. A list of names and numbers. Alright, mass text it was.
(i found this phone. you friends with the lad it belongs to?)
Little does he know, he's on The City's network. His name will pop up for everyone as simply 'Thom'.
Thom | OC
Thom didn't claim to know Galway like the back of his hand but he knew that giant looming tower was new. And he was alone. He'd seen the other lads step through the portal.
So far, he'd been lucky with portals. He'd never ended up in the wrong place, halfway around the world, or some fae dungeon. But wherever he was now, he didn't recognize it, and that didn't bode well.
"How's the craic? Weird question, but can you give me the name of this city?" Luckily, he'd been heading into Galway to pub crawl and club anyway, so he looked completely human, the Irish accent is more difficult to miss.
(7: around the city aka at the bar - feel free to reply with texts!!)
Naturally, Thom was trying to stay level headed and figure out what he needed to do to help himself, and everyone knew the best place to think was at the pub over a pint. Everyone. He was sat at the bar itself, working on a red ale, as he toyed with one of the free packs of cheap matches the bar gave out just to keep his other hand occupied. All the while he was staring down at the phone he'd found in his pocket. Yes, found. He'd had his own phone on him when he'd stepped through the portal. This was not it.
It took him half a glass before he decided to fiddle with his only real lead, this phone. Naturally, he went straight for the pictures. Nada. After that, however, he went to the contacts. A list of names and numbers. Alright, mass text it was.
(i found this phone. you friends with the lad it belongs to?)
Little does he know, he's on The City's network. His name will pop up for everyone as simply 'Thom'.