Earthlings In A The World of magic [IC]

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"WHAT THE HOLY HELL-!?" Thomas falls back, nearly taking Lenore with him as the deepest parts of his mind protested what he could see. 'That's open space. We can't be in space.' He stares at the opening in the tent door, trying and failing to process the view in front of him.

Lenore stuck her head outside and gasped.

"Thomas... what the ****?"

Thomas's mind is brought back to the moment by Lenore's voice. "Guh-! I-I-I... I don't ****ing know!" His mind scrambles for any sort of explanation and latches on to the first thing to stick in his brain. Setting his knife to the side of where he now sat, still sheathed because he isn't stupid and didn't want to accidently cut someone, he does what any sane person would in this situation and slaps himself in the face to wake up from what is obviously a dream.

After that presumably doesn't work, he glances around the tent for something small and replace-able before reaching into his clothes bag, grabbing a balled-up dirty sock and throwing it out of the tent, into the seeming emptiness of space.