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Who: forourqueen and YOU
What: Gabriel does not do social. Even when showing up in a new world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Saturday the 17th
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Zombie gore and his attitude in general.

Try fitting a skeleton horse though an inn door. It's not exactly easy, no matter how skinny the damn thing is, or how calm and without its own will it seems. It had taken Gabriel a while to get Styx out of the room he had arrived in, and then even longer to haul the undead horse out into the courtyard of the inn. When he'd finally managed, all he'd seen were wheeled things that looked similar to the goblin tricycles... but it would have to do. Taking the somewhat rotted reins from over the horse's bony neck, he had simply tied the undead critter to the bike rack. Few people would be stupid enough to steal an undead horse... and Styx wasn't really comfortable for whiny little humans with soft asses.

With that issue out of the way, Gabriel had quickly sunken into the shadows. Until he figured out more about this place, that was where he would plan to stay. The elf that had let him out of the room was used to his kind, but that did not mean that the rest of the place was - it wouldn't make sense. In fact, most of the things he'd read about didn't make much sense. Suspicious and a bit paranoid in general, the Forsaken rogue had disappeared from sight, exploring the nearest surroundings and stalking the CiD for clues.

When Saturday rolled around, he still did not have any answers, and he was back at the inn. Still shifted into invisibility, Gabriel had made a corner for himself near the bike racks, stuffing paper and notes into his armor or in Styx's saddle bags. Not known for giving up, he was determined to figure things out. Sooner or later, this would mean that he had to actually seek out other people than Alexia... and he was not looking forward to it.

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When he realized that this seemed to be one of the longer dreams Shawn started exploring. And exploration always began at your starting point, at least in computer games, so Shawn sought out every room and hallway the inn, marvelling at the detail his subconscious put into creating this world. He was used to his dreams being long, detailed and true-to-life but an entire city was a new dimension, even for him.

The only thing that worried him was that he should probably really wake up - because if he was not entirely mistaken he was currently passed out in the woods, bleeding quite badly from a gunshot wound. Oh well. Not that he missed being in the worst pain of his entire life. Actually, not at all.

So here he was, done with the inn and stepping out into the courtyard, munching on a popsicle. Where did he get a popsicle? A fair question. He most likely conned a harmless, poor new arrival out of it for a psychic reading that basically said "a new world with new opportunities await you".