( lance has never been known for his great decision-making skills — anyone remember when his lion was hijacked by a rebel stranger just because she was nice to him literally one time — so, he doesn't have the best track record in that respect, but the ticket he finds seems innocuous enough, and theme parks? he's never. actually been to one before. and given his awareness of alternate universes, the idea of a multiverse doesn't catch him in a way that sets off any alarm bells. so you know what? he's doing this.
it isn't like he has much of a choice, drawn to that ticket as he is. but we digress.
the pull isn't like the rush of adrenaline when his lion starts climbing toward the sky, or when the castle-ship veers toward a wormhole; it's immediate and absolute, and it might take him a little longer than the others that find themselves here to get his head back on straight, get his bearings, but once he does —
he blinks a couple of times, slowly at first, and then a bit more quickly as he looks around at the people milling around the station, none of which have familiar faces, and he thinks maybe just a bit too late that he's made a mistake. hindsight is always twenty-twenty, or some nonsense like that. it's always like that with him. ) Well, that. That just happened. ( he's not talking to himself per se, more just thinking out loud ( loud enough for anyone to hear him and assume he's talking to himself, naturally ) and it's at that very moment that he notices the band on his wrist, blue like. like his paladin armor and he taps at it curiously, brows scrunched together like he might actually be able to figure things out by poking at them. )
Huh. What're you supposed to be? ( he's never quite figured out that poking at things rarely yields favorable results. someone please help this child. )
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it isn't like he has much of a choice, drawn to that ticket as he is. but we digress.
the pull isn't like the rush of adrenaline when his lion starts climbing toward the sky, or when the castle-ship veers toward a wormhole; it's immediate and absolute, and it might take him a little longer than the others that find themselves here to get his head back on straight, get his bearings, but once he does —
he blinks a couple of times, slowly at first, and then a bit more quickly as he looks around at the people milling around the station, none of which have familiar faces, and he thinks maybe just a bit too late that he's made a mistake. hindsight is always twenty-twenty, or some nonsense like that. it's always like that with him. ) Well, that. That just happened. ( he's not talking to himself per se, more just thinking out loud ( loud enough for anyone to hear him and assume he's talking to himself, naturally ) and it's at that very moment that he notices the band on his wrist, blue like. like his paladin armor and he taps at it curiously, brows scrunched together like he might actually be able to figure things out by poking at them. )
Huh. What're you supposed to be? ( he's never quite figured out that poking at things rarely yields favorable results. someone please help this child. )