The bellow rings out from further down the deck, followed by the heavy sound of boots on the boards. Under the dark sky, it's only when Peter steps into the light cast by lamps on the deck that he becomes visible. His long coat flares behind him as he marches toward the figure by the rails, revealing a blaster strapped to one hip and a Walkman strapped to the other.
"You, sir, are no gentleman." Yeah. He's seen Gone With the Wind. He steps close, the faint sound of music issuing forth from the headphones tucked under his chin. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, buddy. Why am I here? How did I get here? Why can't I go back through the door? Where are my friends? What the hell is going on."
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The bellow rings out from further down the deck, followed by the heavy sound of boots on the boards. Under the dark sky, it's only when Peter steps into the light cast by lamps on the deck that he becomes visible. His long coat flares behind him as he marches toward the figure by the rails, revealing a blaster strapped to one hip and a Walkman strapped to the other.
"You, sir, are no gentleman." Yeah. He's seen Gone With the Wind. He steps close, the faint sound of music issuing forth from the headphones tucked under his chin. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, buddy. Why am I here? How did I get here? Why can't I go back through the door? Where are my friends? What the hell is going on."
He pauses. Casts another glance over Clark.
"...Why aren't you in Technicolor?"