[This was completely insane, nothing like this had ever happened before, clearly he was dreaming. These were all thoughts that probably should have been going through Alex's head, but the truth was shit like this was normal nowadays. Hell it should probably bother him that he's so used to this now, it still doesn't, this is just another day at the office... As far as trustworthy sources go a strange guy wearing a butterfly on his face isn't really up there, but that explanation was probably the best he was getting. He knew for a fact this couldn't be an experiment and he was pretty damn sure he wasn't dead, so that just left the inter-dimensional bullshit. The kind he was used to, so used to that it'd stopped being bull and started being fact.
There's no sense in standing around thinking in circles, what he needs right now is information. Sure he knows the basics but more details would have been nice. A functioning city means people, people means housing, markets, bureaucracy, entertainment, all places people gather. All he has to do is find the centers of this activity and pick out the people who look like they know what's what. Sure he could just question any random passerby on the street but he'd prefer getting as much information with as little interaction as possible. No way to tell what these people are normally like or if there are any familiar faces that have been dragged in too. If it came down to it he could probably take whatever these people had to throw at him should he end up making a bad reputation very quickly, but he'd rather not deal with that. So the less people he talked to the better.
Of course with Alex's luck being what it is he manages to find what is both possibly the most helpful place to be and the place that will be his least favorite. He might not know what it's called, but one look around the Leo ward is enough to give a good idea what it's for. A nerve center of bureaucracy and possibly law, if they practiced that here. For all he knew the courthouse looking structure could just be where they do executions or performed sacrifices to their worm god, or played bingo, whatever, it didn't matter. Either things weren't what they seemed in which case, yippy, status qua maintained, or they were. If they were he wasn't exactly sure he was ready to handle the looming specter of establishment.]
Please, please let it be a ritual hall. [Alex taps his foot while glaring up at the building, sinking back into thought. Maybe he should just turn around and find somewhere less official feeling to scrounge up information, at least for now? Instead of coming to any conclusion though he's going to be standing there for awhile, glaring at a a building and seeming generally annoyed.]
Alex Mercer | AU1 | Leo Ward | May 12th | Open
There's no sense in standing around thinking in circles, what he needs right now is information. Sure he knows the basics but more details would have been nice. A functioning city means people, people means housing, markets, bureaucracy, entertainment, all places people gather. All he has to do is find the centers of this activity and pick out the people who look like they know what's what. Sure he could just question any random passerby on the street but he'd prefer getting as much information with as little interaction as possible. No way to tell what these people are normally like or if there are any familiar faces that have been dragged in too. If it came down to it he could probably take whatever these people had to throw at him should he end up making a bad reputation very quickly, but he'd rather not deal with that. So the less people he talked to the better.
Of course with Alex's luck being what it is he manages to find what is both possibly the most helpful place to be and the place that will be his least favorite. He might not know what it's called, but one look around the Leo ward is enough to give a good idea what it's for. A nerve center of bureaucracy and possibly law, if they practiced that here. For all he knew the courthouse looking structure could just be where they do executions or performed sacrifices to their worm god, or played bingo, whatever, it didn't matter. Either things weren't what they seemed in which case, yippy, status qua maintained, or they were. If they were he wasn't exactly sure he was ready to handle the looming specter of establishment.]
Please, please let it be a ritual hall. [Alex taps his foot while glaring up at the building, sinking back into thought. Maybe he should just turn around and find somewhere less official feeling to scrounge up information, at least for now? Instead of coming to any conclusion though he's going to be standing there for awhile, glaring at a a building and seeming generally annoyed.]