Actually that Abscond was awful

[Roger Smith]

...and immediately lost his orientation at the gate's stomach-churning effect. His face met the invisible ground of the Nexus, he flopped awkwardly forward onto his back, skidding crazily for several feet, his crutch, laptop and crocodile scattering as he went. He got tangled in his own absurd hood, nearly strangling himself, before he finally came to a halt, sprawled out on his back.

It passed through his mind how much like his initial awakening his current predicament was as he set about disentangling himself from the windsock that people insisted on calling a hood.

"Seriously what the fuck, there is no reason for a hood to be this god damn long." He wrestled with the unruly tanlgle of cloth that may or may not have been cosmically designed just to annoy him as much as physically possible, grumbling the whole time. He succeeded in at least loosening the hood's almost-sentient hold around his neck in relatively short order, freeing up his breathing. All the better to keep complaining about nothing and everything. "There's probably some vague assortment of green and white-colored arrogant omniscient fucks out there on some moon somewhere laughing at this right now..."

He pulled a loop of hood over his head, finally freeing himself from its entanglement, and sat up just in time to see Nakworth deposit his dropped gadgets at his side with a "NAK." to announce the act. Adam patted the crocodile absently. "You are my one and only true friend, Nakworth. Aside from Rhys. And...maybe Dikudu when his shit isn't flipped sideways."

"NAK NAK. NAK."

"Yeah I guess I don't really have room to argue with that. He really is a suave motherfucker. Makes me look bad by comparison." With the aid of his crutch, Adam heaved himself up to a standing position, and with a light flexing of his knees, he lifted off the ground, hovering several inches in the air. "C'mon, buddy. Time to go somewhere else."

"NAK." Nakworth scooped up the laptop still laying on the ground, and with remarkable dexterity he scampered up Adam's side and perched on the young man's shoulder.

And off Adam went, floating along at a particularly lazy pace. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but complain about it still being faster than trying to walk.

[Roger Smith]

Stowing his dataverse device away in a pocket of his action pajamas, Adam slowly hauled himself up into a sitting position. "It's official....I hate sleeping on the ground." It hadn't ever really not been official, as it wasn't the first time he'd slept on the floor or the ground, but it was the first time he'd had the unintended pleasure of taking a Legendary Infinite Nap on the cold, hard, invisible ground. It was not only uncomfortable, but with Adam's less than stellar constitution, it was downright painful.

And the stiffness with which he moved as he tried valiantly to wrap his fingers around his crutch to regain his feet and continue hobbling off aimlessly into the white expanse spoke volumes to that effect. "Stupid crocodiles....always naknaknak'ing away...and never bothering to wake you up...." he grumbled, finally finding his feet. He took one unsteady step, caught himself on his walking aid, and then made a light hop, and came to rest floating several inches off the ground. "Stupid me, managing to fall asleep out of nowhere..."

He floated off still mumbling and grumbling to himself, his only direction a gate he had randomly picked out in the distance. He had to go somewhere, after all...and anywhere was better than THIS shit hole.

[Roger Smith]

Eventually, as he was moving at no great rate of speed, his angry floating brought him close enough that he was able to make out the details of the gate he had chosen to head toward. It looked a heck of a lot different from the one to Coruscant, the only one he'd seen up close so far. It looked vaguely like it was covered in vines or something from his current distance, but that was something he dismissed as improbably, shortly before he was slapped in the face by his own mind, reminding him to shove his logic in a small box under the proverbial stairs. As strange as his own home and adventures might have been, things didn't seem to always operate on the same principles of weirdness here. Slightly out of the ordinary here might have been utterly bizarre back home, while in some places, the exact inverse might have been true.

A gateway covered in vines wasn't even really that strange, all in all. More the oddity of its stark difference from the only other one he'd seen so far.

He idly wondered, as he floated his way along, just where that pesky little crocodilian accomplice of his had wandered off to. Given Nakworth's penchant for getting into all manner of mischief when left to his own devices, he could be just about anywhere by now. Not that Adam really cared. True, the little critter might have been Adam's only friend for a long while, but it had betrayed him at least three times in his CURRENT cycle of events, and was generally a pain in the everything, as useful as he might have been to have around for company and menial tasks.

But he was also very, very, very dumb. Adam would miss him, for a little while, but he would get over it.

And besides...he could apparently more of the little creatures, if he really wanted. And hopefully they would be less dumb.

[Roger Smith]

Over the course of his intervening time as he floated across the blank white expanse, Adam'd mind wandered and he pondered over this and that, several random thoughts and ideas flitting about through his mind. Not the least of which was the strangeness of his recent "conversation" with the undeniably eccentric and more than a little creepy, but otherwise helpful enough, EgregiousInquisitor. The image he used was undeniably the same one he'd seen on Rhys's ridiculous action pajamas -- the symbol of a Space player -- which meant he had at least some knowledge of the craziness of SBURB. But his last comment about knowing "many" Time players bothered Adam more than a little.

Normally, there was only one player for any given Aspect in a session. Adam's experiences with his countless past attempts at his own session, all of the inherited memories and ordeals floating around unbidden in his mind, told him that. His past iterations had learned a ridiculous amount by failing their own attempts. Doomed timelines were apparently wealths of information, not even counting if you somehow died and ended up among the ghosts or whatever in the dream world or WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS.

How, then....could this....this person know more than one Time player? Adam had met two other Time players, personally, but there had been extraneous circumstances involved and one of them had been instrumental in helping their own session reach fruition. The other one had just tried to kill him and push them along in chaotic ways. The amount of ridiculousness and insanity that would need to occur for anyone to meet more than one or two players of a particular aspect was astronomical. And that was what unnerved Adam the most.

He gave some thought to why the mysterious inquisitor was being so helpful at all, but quickly decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. The strange questions that he put up in return for his help were just weird enough to make Adam think he really didn't want to know, anyway.

He only stopped his idle pondering when he quite literally smacked right into the gate he was headed toward, getting a face full of vines and bark. He spluttered and flailed, letting out a hearty stream of muffled curses as he brushed at his face, managing to relieve himself of his glasses and send them spinning haphazardly through the gate in the process. "This place must hate me. That is the only possible explanation. There can be no other. I will not accept it." He sighed, his expression showcasing just how disgruntled he really was, and plunged through the gate to who knows where.