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Marcus- Outside the town hall (Open to interaction)

Five seconds after opening the door, Marcus debated the use of taking his Bike into town. Rain was normal sure, but he didn't like the idea of having to get wet. Much let getting wet on his usually bike ride into town and errands. It just made for a terrible experience all around.

That's when he got the feeling. It was the sort of persistent nag that came with deja vu and the paranoia that you left the stove on even though the last time you cooked something was well over a day ago. Freezing in place, Marcus pulled out from his coat what looked like a modified taser, (because thats what it was), and looked outside him home for anything suspected. He also took out a pair of binoculars from the entry way to check the skyline.

Nothing but clouds and rain.

Still, he pocketed his binoculars, put on a poncho, (it was light blue and had 'Mixfest '15' in neon yellow on the back) and grabbed his bike, timidly making his way into town checking every 10 trees to see if he was being followed, (he was not being followed).

It wasn't right, (less right than what was the usual not right that Marcus's paranoia felt), and he was supposed to be picking up permits for a small public fountain as well as commercial building down at the town hall. Getting there however, proved to be both terrifying, (due to paranoia) and unplesant, (due to the rain).

Once he arrived-

"Nope. No. I knew that the building being put by the old railroad was a bad idea. We we're supposed to avoid it. Nope. This was a mistake and now-" He started muttering to himself as he arrived to the town hall, looking around to see if anyone might have answers.

He doubted it, guessing they also had offended some kind of supernatural spirit.

Brianna hated rain. Everything about it. The way it darkened the skies, the way it turned perfectly fine dirt into some icky mess called mud. She hated the way it gathered and gathered and gathered, forming into puddles and into small lakes in parking lots. She had gone out with the intention of buying more supplies for her new room project. Fairy lights in little jars and instead, she was hanging under some over hang of a building she didn't even know.

No umbrella, but thankfully not wet. It had been lucky for her that she found it so soon after going out. What weirded her out the most was like...no activity from the places. Like there was no lights turned on, no flicker of open signs.

It was also so dead quiet.

"This is insane!" She looked up at the sky, angrily cursing the clouds. "Why don't you STOP raining so I can move on?!!?"

At the sound of the woman's voice, clear as a bell, Finn looked around. She was easy to spot, blonde and peach against the surrounding gray. "Hey," he called back, jogging over to her. "I'm Finn." He'd never seen another person in the Otherworld besides himself or Aleksy - it was honestly a little bit refreshing, even if he was still unsure of what was going on.

"So, uh," he said, adjusting his hold on the folded umbrella. It wasn't raining heavily enough to justify unfurling it - yet. "You just, uh, wind up here? When you opened your front door?"

He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let her know how much experience he had with this world, but it also seemed inevitable.

"I've been here before," he said, taking the plunge. "We should keep heading towards town hall. At least the fog's not as bad as back in Ashdown..."

As they neared town hall, Aleksy came into view. Finn raised an arm high above his head, waving to him as they approached.

"Looks like we're not the only ones here," said Finn, closing the gap. "Ran into her on my way over."

Grinning a little in relief that she not only had someone to talk to, but someone who clearly knew more about this s**t that she did, Bindhi nodded.

"Bindhi," she said. "And that would be correct. And considering I live over at Rider-Waite, this is weirding me out more than a touch. I'm guessing that this is the place all the rumors talk about? I'm not part of some group hallucination then?"

She smiled a little to take any sting out of her words. There was no point in possibly offending the only person she'd run into here. Particularly when he seemed to know what was going on. And he'd been here before! That was even better. She followed along happily enough, trying to figure otu which of her billion and one questions was best to start with.

"So, hey. Since you've been here before. Anything I should know? Like things to avoid and s**t," she spoke quickly. When Finn raised his arm and greeted another guy, she managed a slight wave of her own, more out of politeness. And judging by the greeting, this other dude knew about this place too. Was she the only one in town who had been clueless?

He'd been wandering through this strange, deserted Ashdown for long enough to get decently drenched, though exactly how long that had been was a mystery. Eventually Rabbit decided to head toward town square, for lack of a better destination, and just as he turned to do so, he heard a woman yelling. Not screaming in peril or anything, just speaking loudly and with exasperation, as if someone had cut her off on the highway or taken the last piece of cheesecake. It was the first sign of life he'd come across since leaving his apartment, and he was drawn to the voice and the person attached to it as a possible companion in weirdness. Maybe whoever this was would know what was going on. He sure as hell didn't.

Rabbit rounded the corner, loosening his arms from their tight twist across his chest. His hood was up, and frankly, he looked like a murderer. At least he stopped well away, holding out his hands in front of him.

"Hey, uh. Have you seen anyone else around here?"

It was only after the question was out of his mouth that he felt a flicker of unease. What if this wasn't a human at all? Maybe the cry had been a lure meant to get him alone so it could eat his face off.

At least someone was enjoying the rain. Ves had to give Alexis credit for being able to so thoroughly enjoy such a bizarre situation. That was a special skill - or, rather, a special set of preferences. Not many people could say they loved being out in this weather.

Maybe this dream wasn't all bad.

"Oh, whu- okay!" Ves barely had time to widen her eyes in surprise before Alexis bolted. She broke into a run and gamely did her best to keep up, barely registering where they were headed.

At least this was a good distraction.

As town hall came into sight, Ves flailed an arm toward the first person she saw - a ponchoed, nervous-looking guy on a bike. "There's someone," she panted to Alexis, gesturing at Marcus, who looked about as lost as she felt.