The Plains of Nondescriptia

[Roger Smith]

With a dramatic wheeze, Adam stumbled through the gate to the nexus from the green, nearly ending up face-first on the 'ground' again, just as with every other trip to this fucking place. "One day...I will get used to that. To the entire world turning into a kaleidoscope of pain and suffering and deciding balance and gravity are just nice things you don't get to have at this precise fraction of a second." He righted himself, leaning against his crutch, pulling his hood down from over his head. "I really hate portals. Just...the entire concept of them. Always have, since the game..."

Adam. Adam, you're talking to yourself again.

"WELL I DON'T HAVE A TRAVELING COMPANION AND I DISLIKE SILENCE OKAY." He threw his hands up in disgust, storming angrily off into the nexus toward the general direction of the fountain. "Blah...I gotta calm down. Decide where I'm gonna go." A flick of the wrist had his laptop sitting balanced precariously on his upturned palm. "...did I ever get that voice recognition whatchamacallit working on this damn thing?" He stared at the contraption for a moment, debating over it, before he heaved a disgruntled sigh and flipped over, hovering with his back to the ground and balanced the thing on his chest as he flipped it open, still lazily drifting more or less in the general direction of the fountain.

"Right, let's see here..." And then there was a furious clicking of keys as he went about his business, searching for more information on what sort of places the other verses were aside from Camelot and Coruscant. "Maybe there's something interesting out there I can point my directionless wandering toward..."