INTRO.

[ultrapenumbramods]

You wake up feeling like you’ve had a rough night’s sleep… maybe a bit jet-lagged, if you’re familiar with the feeling, or perhaps like you, uh, had a little too much to drink last night. Either way, you’re probably not expecting to wake up in a forest clearing, so that might be even more disorienting. It’s not an unpleasant place to wake up, mind. It’s sunny, and there’s a pleasantly cool breeze blowing through. The grass isn’t tall enough that you could get lost in it or that someone could be hiding in it… or something.

There are, in fact, a lot of somethings surrounding you--a veritable menagerie of creatures, some of them adorable, and some of them intimidating… but they seem to be as disoriented as you are. And then, well… you realize something’s a little off about yourself. There’s no pond to look at your new appearance, but… maybe the ground’s a little closer. Maybe you don’t actually have arms and legs at the moment. Maybe you don’t have eyes anymore?

Regardless, something’s definitely up. Fortunately, there’s a path leading out of the clearing, so once you get your bearings and speak with some of the other weird critters you’ve woken up with, you can find… somewhere you can get answers. Well, hopefully, anyway.

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[revolutionhawk]

There seems to be quite an abundance of people freaking the freak out in this strange place and this... well he guesses he's an actual bird thing now and he'd rather not add to the number that's simply running around like headless chickens.

Which leaves just dealing with it.

Is this his life now? Because he doesn't see the situation as an improvement. After staring incredulously at his cape-like flight feathers on limbs that thankfully still function like arms and hands- this Hawlucha starts scaling the nearest tree.

He's probably about to give flying a whirl. Or at least get a higher look at their surroundings since it's beyond weird to be not even half the height he's used to standing.

[betheman]

Hey.

Check that out down below, Shay.

There's some kind of pink stuffed toy...wearing a sash? A very familiarly patterned sash actually.

Weird...

[revolutionhawk]

Indeed he would know that sash and hairstyle combo from anywhere, but it can't be can it?

"... What are you looking at, Pinky?"

[betheman]

Well, he wasn't looking at anyone. Definitely not you.

But that's sure a way to get his attention. "AUH... P- PINKY!?! That is certainly not my n-" Oh wait. He pauses, looking down at his front.

"...Auh. ...Yes....I am 'pink' in colour, I suppose..." Awkward. But- "As it is, my name is not 'Pinky'..! I am Gongenzaka!"

[revolutionhawk]

That's not the third-person southern drawl Shay was expecting- what in tarnation...

"Guess I was seeing things, almost thought you looked familiar." He huffs, not exactly proud of himself over the assumed mix-up on his part.

"Shay Obsidian."

[betheman]

"Auh....I did..?" This is. Mostly surprising because if he has determined anything about himself it's the fact that he's presently bright pink for the most part.

He looks over the hawlucha for a moment, blinking. "Hauh...I, the man Gongenzaka, suppose your own colours remind me of something..." But whatever. "It is good to meet you then, 'Shay'. Do you perhaps have any ideas as to what has happened to us, however?"

[revolutionhawk]

"Maybe a wormhole." Because he's had more than enough experience with those. "But I've never heard of one that could sneak up on people."

[betheman]

"Mnh...I, the man Gongenzaka, should think it did more than merely sneak up upon us, given how sharply my memory cuts short..." He has experienced exactly Three wormholes, and only One was unexpected and that same wormhole was preceded by a dang tornado.

[revolutionhawk]

Shay nods in agreement, then apparently he's seen enough of what he needs to see from his perch and hops down... which is helped by his spread out arm-wings catching the air into an almost instinctive glide.

And then the bird narrows his eyes, staring at Gongenzaka and his accessories a bit longer before deciding to brush off the matter completely.

"... Anyway, there's nothing around besides the obvious path. So we might as well take it if we want to find any answers."

[betheman]

"Aaauh. Lingering here is simply... ....talking in circles, it feels." So, with a determined nod, he'll start setting off then. "Well, let us proceed, in that case..!"

Off they go!