<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving Casually at the Class<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lisa, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Storytime.... and more<br/><br/>Tim had barely gotten back to his spot at the window seat when all of a sudden another new person slides in like a Spanish guitar should have been ushering him in. Then to top it off, Casanova immediately jumps in to outshine his friendly gesture. Throwing around an accent, and flowers, like some kind of love child between Antonio Banderas and Sweet Lou Dunbar.<br/><em>...Jesus Christ, this day just gets better and better... </em><br/>He thought to himself, with another roll of his eyes. If this guy laid it on any thicker, they'd all drown in it...<br/><br/>Tim had never been so ready for a class to start when the professor started speaking. It was a good distraction from what all together, was proving to be a very unpleasant evening. It also afforded him the ability to zone out for awhile, with one eye looking out the window. He tuned out the odd things the old man was saying, even didn't notice the way his old book seemed to shake like something was trying to get out.<br/>It wasn't until the first flash of purple shot out that Tim finally turned his attention to the front of the class, and by the time the light began getting bright, Tim was up on the seat towards the window. Ready to take advantage of the quick escape rout he had provided himself. Unfortunately, no amount of preparedness was able to escape him from the fate of darkness that the class found themselves in.<br/><br/>When that little point of light appeared he had one thought as to what had happened that immediately occurred to him... But no sense saying it yet. Just walk toward the light.<br/>But next thing he knew he was stepping out of a mirror into some kind of strange stone room. Sharp blue eyes scanned the room as he took a moment to make sure he really was there and not about to disappear or wake up or something. But when he was sure his feet were still beneath him, he took a few exploratory steps into the room.<br/><br/>The exclamations of panic and fear were ringing out almost immediately. Gilda first, Lisa too, and Becca yeah the whole class was here, and they all had lost their stuff. His phone was gone too, he didn't even bother checking. Even without noticing the lack of weight in his pocket, reason said they all had lost their possessions.<br/><br/>While talks of drugs and sex dungeons were thrown about, Tim continued to scan the room. He walked over to the wall and reached out, feeling the cool stone beneath his fingers when Becca's final question rang through his head, and the obvious answer occurred to him...<br/><br/>"...probably a white a chick." Yes, even in another dimension Tim managed to be a smartass. "But hey, why not. After all, we're either sharing some kind of crazy, group psychosis. Or we're all dead. So may as well play along, right?"<br/>Finally on board with whatever, Tim began scanning for a door out of whatever room they were in...