[ Well, this is new. The trees are all lights and the ground is all stone, and Anders is uncertain he cares for the looming look of that enormous building in the distance, as he steps onto the steady ground of the wharf. It reminds him of Kinloch, isolated in its great lake, crumbling and decrepit and cut off from the rest of the world. 

So, not the best first impression. 

But there's nowhere else to go (not even a safe temple to defect to, as far as he can see), so he follows the crowd, lingering with the stragglers, masking his unease as best he can. 

It's not until he reaches the doors that he seems to brighten, as they whoosh quietly open to admit the other Travelers, as if by magic, and he gets his first glimpse of the artificially colorful, brightly-lit world beyond. A far cry from the Circle on the inside, at least. ]

How welcoming. I'm sure nothing at all could go wrong here!

[ His sarcasm is only lightly tempered by how much he still wants to see all of the strange new sights on offer. ]

[ This, though? Is definitely not the kind of sight Anders was hoping to see. It's the wrong kind of exciting, innocently riding one of those moving staircases one minute, then whisked off to some new, cramped cage the next. 

Cars - he's seen them before, but only briefly from the inside. And he'd had other pressing concerns, then. ...And there'd been much more room. He's never been in one by himself, and it takes him longer than he'd admit to figure out just how trapped he is, based on that terrible little familiarity. 

And even longer to realize he might be able to call for help (in a way other than trying to shatter a window or shout himself hoarse, that is). After a bit of fiddling, he manages to get a quick message out. ]

greyyourwarden: not to be dramatic but 

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[ for prior cr on the parking garage prompt, feel free to assume anders is directly contacting them. prose is fine too. hmu @ gravejuice if you want to plot, or just throw some other mall shenanigans my way. ]