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In the desert between time
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08:04 pm
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Moments ago, the MacEndale's powers were doing their best to rip him in two. Doubtless, the other current arrivals have similarly interesting stories as to what they were up to the moment everything changed.
What they have in common now is falling. Falling out of the sky and into sand. A lot of sand. Rolling hills and vast expanses of it.
The only things breaking up this desert is a small, non-walled kitchenette and classroom combination, with small desks and a blackboard set up on one side, and a counter and over on the other, with black and white tiled floors.
In said kitchen is a middle aged, balding man with a bow tie, who seems to be cooking blueberry muffins. A pot of coffee goes from brewing to ready on the counter nearby. |
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