Gregory's eyes scanned the area for clues and distinctive landmarks. A breezy, open field; wild grass as far as the eye could see, but not underneath them; patches of flowers just as wild, but vibrant and beautiful. In his search, he soon landed on the cluster of bones sticking from the grass not too far from them. A chill ran through his spine. He had a bad feeling about this. He had to force himself to turn his eyes from the somber sight and thoughts, and in doing so, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't absolutely certain, but he could have sworn he'd seen a hand briefly peek above the horizon. He watched the spot with consternation clear on his face, up until Timothy Wales introduced himself.<br/><br/>"Huh..." He responded absently as his gaze shifted to meet the other man's. Though he'd established eye contact and gave him regard, his expression was clearly thoughtful. A shared dream? The abduction theory had some merit to it, but shared dreaming was inconsiderable at best. The occupation this man espoused, a bartender scientist by all means, sounded both detailed enough to be real, and odd enough to not be.<br/><br/>An introduction was given by the very fearful-looking Charlotte next, and he smiled warmly and nodded in return, eyes locked on hers. It was a silent thanks for her participation, and a coaxing to let herself come down from her current panic. Needless to say, it was awkward making introductions under the given circumstances, but he would make the best of it.<em>'Michigan, huh? Long way from California. She could have come here-- or there-- and gotten abducted. But how could I have...?'</em>Thoughts and theories raced through his mind, but he managed to remain in the moment well enough. "I'm Gregory. Nice to meet ya."<br/><br/>There seemed to be at least some common sense of propriety here. That was until the brown skinned and pointy eared beauty of unreasonable calmness spoke up, casually referring to his penis and all. His mouth hung slightly agape at that, and it continued to until her 'famous celebrity' bit. Baffling as her behavior was, he had to admit that he liked her attitude. Or maybe that was just his desperation kicking in after being shown even the smallest amount of interest by an attractive woman. It had been awhile. Whichever was the truth, in the end, he didn't have it in him at the moment to mind. "Nice to meet you, miss Swift." He called after her as she began skipping away, giving him and the others a display both cute and hypnotically tantalizing. Yeah, he wouldn't be softening any time soon.<br/><br/>He'd been distracted enough by her not to notice where she'd been headed, or that the waving hand had appeared again. It was only after the voice called a few times, sounding high and urgent, that he snapped out of his impromptu reverie and put two and two together. With a light sigh, he rose to his feet. He'd given up on trying to cover up at this point. Hard as he was, it would have been a wasted effort. "Welp, guess whoever's over there might have the answers." With a light chuckle, he walked on, pretending not to notice the naked woman scurrying in the same direction among the grass. Another elfy individual.<br/><br/>But then he saw something strange in the corner of his 'ignoring' eyes. The woman had stopped dead in her tracks and instantly crouched down. He noticed it clearly then. The blades of grass had started cutting into her as if they were alive, and the blood that soaked into them from the slices to her legs seemed to be absorbed immediately. "Grass is evil...The grass is evil! Come this way!" He shouted, rushing towards her as she struggled on. He would enter the violent fields with little hesitation, seeking to grab hold of the woman's arm and help her to safety.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dexterity Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-05 15:01:38, Rummy Tum Tum (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20 Result: 2 (-1) = 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98715)</div></div>