lovemykilt: (cheerful)
Priestly blinked.

He was standing in the middle of the road in Hong Kong, surrounded by rather a lot of locals all jostling at him and yelling for him to get his stupid, American ass out of the way, staring out at . . . the rest of Hong Kong.

He had his phone clenched in his fist, with a fuzzy, crappy picture of what looked like a giant dust cloud straight out of the Dust Bowl. As he stood there, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Dude," said Jen. "Why'd you hang up on me?"

"Jen!" Priestly pumped his free hand in the air, turning to head back towards the bar he'd been hanging out in. "You exist!"

"Well, yes --"

"And Tish? Trucker? Zo? Mr. Julius? My mom?"

"They . . . all exist, too?"

And now the locals were yelling at Priestly to stop running down the street, yelling, and waving his hand in the air while talking on the phone.

Priestly wasn't in much of a mood to listen to them, though.

[ooc: Yay, he's back! Open for phone calls and things, with some slow play likely.]
lovemykilt: (existential)
Tish, it seemed, had gone the way of Trucker and Priestly's parents and Japan. Priestly tried not to think about it.

All travel between countries appeared to have ceased. He wasn't sure if boats and planes and things actually didn't exist any more, or if maybe the people running them had noticed they were having issues the same way Portalocity had, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

It was all just too creepy. He couldn't handle it.

"I know you think I'm losing my mind," he told Jen in his now daily phone call. "I wonder that, too, sometimes. But come on. Why would you work in a sandwich shop with no other employees and no customers? Jen, you're a computer geek!" Jen didn't respond. Priestly sighed. "Look. I just. You know I love you, Jen. I just wish you could see what's happening all around you."

Jen still didn't say a word.

"Jen?"

Silence.

"Dammit, this isn't funny."

That was when Priestly noticed that the quiet wasn't just from the phone. The whole bar he'd been sitting in had gone silent. Priestly looked up, spotting the last of his fellow patrons going out the door. He frowned.

"I'll call you back," he told Jen, hoping against hope that she was still somewhere on the other end of the line. He hung up the phone and went over to the door. He clenched the phone in his fist, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

The street was full of people, all eerily silent. They all stared east, towards the coast. Priestly walked between them, out into the middle of the street, afraid to look. Afraid of what he'd see. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He turned.

The Pacific Ocean was gone. The parks that lined the eastern Hong Kong coast were gone. The end of the street was gone.

In their place was simply . . . Nothing.

Priestly swallowed, then raised his phone. He took a picture and set it up to send, then called the only number he had left that he was sure would have someone on the other end.

"I sent you a picture," he said. He closed his eyes. "I know you'll find someone who can help." A breath. "I love you."

And then there were none.
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lovemykilt: (disappointed)
Priestly arrived back on the street where he'd spent the last few weeks earning cash dishing out glass noodles to discover that Grody and his noodle cart had relocated.

As, in fact, had every other noodle cart in the area. Which unfortunately meant Priestly was broke, and without a clear means of making any extra cash. He wandered around the city for a bit, his worldly belongings all stuffed into his pack (the hostel wanted more money to put him up for the night, what was up with that?) before concluding that he really was going to have to call home and ask his mom to wire him some more money.

"We're sorry," said the mechanical woman's voice on the other end of the line. "The number you've reached is not in service."

Priestly checked his phone. It was the right number. He hadn't gone over his minutes, and he had service here in Manila. He'd even gotten the country codes right. He tried another number.

Expand'Beach City Grill, subs by the inch.' )

[ooc: establishing, phase two in Ten Inch Hero land is a go. And I'm evil.]

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