There’s a hard second where Josh thinks he’s in Fillory. It doesn’t look like Fillory per se, but that land was so vast and twisting and seemingly endless sometimes that he doesn’t discount it out of the realm of possibility.
And then he remembers he’d done no drugs the night before (except weed, which obviously doesn’t count.)
Josh gets up and starts walking, the fog thick and seeming to keep him on a path--he’d fucked around with enough gods and monsters to know to maybe stay away from creepy fog and do what it wants. “Hello?!” he calls out, trying not to let on how nervous it’s making him to be suddenly out in the snow and surrounded by (creepy) fog. Fuck, he just wants his bed.
He rubs his own arms, the cold making everything numb and he tries not to think about how long a person can survive in the snow. He’s walking and thinking and looking to see if anything looks familiar, a sense of dread growing exponentially in his stomach until it reaches something bigger than himself and he see is--
“What the fuck?”
It’s a chasm, but the fear for his own life that he’s immediately overfull of keeps him from dallying here too long. He turns the other way and runs, hoping that the other path is less perilous.
( BODIES WITHOUT SOULS )
Josh breathes a sigh of relief when he catches that there’s a building with lights on, and what looks like shadows moving inside. Finally. He rushes inside, the change in the air warming his face but his heart sinks as he realizes he’s still alone. Or at least, no one’s in the front.
“Anyone here?” He asks, peeking around a shelf. It seems to be deserted and he sighs again, brushing the snow out of his hair and off his shoulders. The shop is smaller than it looks on the outside, so he’s pretty sure there isn’t anyone else here unless they’re hiding (which he wouldn’t even discount because where there’s a creepy town there’s usually creepy people creeping along) so he paces around the shelves, also idly looking to see if there’s anything of use.
He’s humming softly, fingers pausing at a book about making sugar decorations. Not particularly helpful, but the pictures on the cover are a welcome and whimsical distraction to the current variety pack of what the fuck is happening?
He holds onto the book and keeps walking, approaching the door to the office and looking inside. Still no one. Josh frowns and distracts himself with the book once more, mostly in an effort to prolong his stay out of the snow.
( THE END APPROACHES )
...Alright, well that’s not a good sign.
Pointedly, he ignores the ominous blood-ink-whatever, because that’s not a problem for now. The first thing that catches his eye is the map of the town--Mathias, a place he’s never heard of, but between the setup of this seemingly-government building and what else he’s seen in town, he’s getting more and more sure that he’s on Earth.
He’s about to take a picture of it when he realizes that he doesn’t have his phone. Great.
It’s not exactly warm in the building but it’s better than it is outside. Josh isn’t exactly rushing to go back out there, wanting to think through what his next move should be before subjecting himself to more snow. Maybe there’s something here that could be of use.
Josh squints and scratches his head, humming as he looks over the rest of the information that’s readable. It seems like there are at least other people here it’s just a matter of finding them.
He’s reading, and that’s when he sees familiar handwriting--
Eliot
“Oh thank god,” he says to himself, taking a pen and a piece of paper. He tears it in half and writes down the address before writing a note of his own.
( OOC )
canon point is post-s5 as a default, but if you're also magicians and would rather set this during a different point i'm completely flexible, just let me know. i'm super new & getting everything set up so feel free to pm me with questions or anything!
josh hoberman | the magicians
( INTO THE ENDLESS )
There’s a hard second where Josh thinks he’s in Fillory. It doesn’t look like Fillory per se, but that land was so vast and twisting and seemingly endless sometimes that he doesn’t discount it out of the realm of possibility.
And then he remembers he’d done no drugs the night before (except weed, which obviously doesn’t count.)
Josh gets up and starts walking, the fog thick and seeming to keep him on a path--he’d fucked around with enough gods and monsters to know to maybe stay away from creepy fog and do what it wants. “Hello?!” he calls out, trying not to let on how nervous it’s making him to be suddenly out in the snow and surrounded by (creepy) fog. Fuck, he just wants his bed.
He rubs his own arms, the cold making everything numb and he tries not to think about how long a person can survive in the snow. He’s walking and thinking and looking to see if anything looks familiar, a sense of dread growing exponentially in his stomach until it reaches something bigger than himself and he see is--
“What the fuck?”
It’s a chasm, but the fear for his own life that he’s immediately overfull of keeps him from dallying here too long. He turns the other way and runs, hoping that the other path is less perilous.
( BODIES WITHOUT SOULS )
Josh breathes a sigh of relief when he catches that there’s a building with lights on, and what looks like shadows moving inside. Finally. He rushes inside, the change in the air warming his face but his heart sinks as he realizes he’s still alone. Or at least, no one’s in the front.
“Anyone here?” He asks, peeking around a shelf. It seems to be deserted and he sighs again, brushing the snow out of his hair and off his shoulders. The shop is smaller than it looks on the outside, so he’s pretty sure there isn’t anyone else here unless they’re hiding (which he wouldn’t even discount because where there’s a creepy town there’s usually creepy people creeping along) so he paces around the shelves, also idly looking to see if there’s anything of use.
He’s humming softly, fingers pausing at a book about making sugar decorations. Not particularly helpful, but the pictures on the cover are a welcome and whimsical distraction to the current variety pack of what the fuck is happening?
He holds onto the book and keeps walking, approaching the door to the office and looking inside. Still no one. Josh frowns and distracts himself with the book once more, mostly in an effort to prolong his stay out of the snow.
( THE END APPROACHES )
...Alright, well that’s not a good sign.
Pointedly, he ignores the ominous blood-ink-whatever, because that’s not a problem for now. The first thing that catches his eye is the map of the town--Mathias, a place he’s never heard of, but between the setup of this seemingly-government building and what else he’s seen in town, he’s getting more and more sure that he’s on Earth.
He’s about to take a picture of it when he realizes that he doesn’t have his phone. Great.
It’s not exactly warm in the building but it’s better than it is outside. Josh isn’t exactly rushing to go back out there, wanting to think through what his next move should be before subjecting himself to more snow. Maybe there’s something here that could be of use.
Josh squints and scratches his head, humming as he looks over the rest of the information that’s readable. It seems like there are at least other people here it’s just a matter of finding them.
He’s reading, and that’s when he sees familiar handwriting--
Eliot
“Oh thank god,” he says to himself, taking a pen and a piece of paper. He tears it in half and writes down the address before writing a note of his own.
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OOC)canon point is post-s5 as a default, but if you're also magicians and would rather set this during a different point i'm completely flexible, just let me know. i'm super new & getting everything set up so feel free to pm me with questions or anything!