9th Profile - [Visual/Action?]

[callmeyork]

[So, York's been unseen around Ponyville for the past few days.

That's because he's not in Ponyville. Rather, he's somehow found himself in the middle of Los Pegasus, propped up ruefully at a cafe table, looking entirely worse for the wear. Bags under his red eyes, a pretty bad cough, and he probably hasn't washed for the time he's been out. He also seems just about ready to faceplant right into his cup of coffee. Or maybe he already has.

Either way, when he speaks, it's with massive uncertainty, confusion, and weariness.]

H-hello, everybody. I'm sorry to have not been keeping up with everything back in Ponyville. I seem to have wandered out west inadvertently.

Does anybody think they can pick me up? I left most of my bits back in my room in the commune, and can't quite get a ride on the train back there.

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[superstylishsquid]

And I thought I got restless on too much caffeine...well, I have been out there before, so I guess I could teleport you back...

[callmeyork]

[Teleportation. Could he deal with teleportation right now? That's a great question.]

What's the risk of nausea on that? Because I'd rather not accidentally vomit on my ride back home.

[superstylishsquid]

Uhh...how are you with disorientation from sudden changes in terrain?

[callmeyork]

Probably not good. But it's not something I've dealt with a whole lot, so... [Tired shrug!]

[superstylishsquid]

The transition is pretty smooth physically, but...it's a portal. There's going to be a hard line where you're suddenly in a completely different area.

[callmeyork]

[It takes a few moments for him to consider, before letting out a ragged sigh.] I make no guarantees, but do your best.

[superstylishsquid]

Alright. Do you know the name of the cafe you're at or did you sleepwalk there, too?

[callmeyork]

Funny. [Not that he's laughing or anything. But he does slide a napkin into view, which shows one Deep Roast Cafe. That's probably the name of the owner, if anything.]

[superstylishsquid]

Alright, I'll be there in a few seconds. Try not to fall asleep in your cup.

[callmeyork]

I'll do my best. [Seriously. He's trying. It's so hard.]

[superstylishsquid]

*And suddenly, a circle of air darkens and ripples and out steps one spandex clad batpony with a strange watch-like...thing on his front right ankle.*

I'm thinking I should drop you off somewhere you can take a nap.

[callmeyork]

[Cue staring for about... 2 minutes straight. Is he all there? Noooope. He's still not used to the weird stuff that happens on a daily basis here. After a little coughing fit, he finally speaks, as if he hasn't spoken in a year.]

Just... if you know where the commune is, that would be fine.

[superstylishsquid]

*He just stands there, looking vaguely amused as York stares. He's used to being an odd sight and...well, this is a step up from screaming about demons and panicking, right? Though he is getting tempted to make sure somebody's still home by the time York finally snaps out of it.*

Don't live there, but I know where it is. After you.

*He gesture toward empty air with one hoof...and it darkens and ripples as he brushes it.*

[callmeyork]

Perfect. That sounds perfect. [One last sip of co- sorry, one last chug of coffee before he stands up on very shaky hooves, unsteadily making his way over to the portal, then through it. He's not looking forward to this, but he knows he kinda doesn't have a choice at this point.]

[superstylishsquid]

*It's like walking through a door, only without the benefit of a doorframe to tell you where things are going to change. One second he's in Los Pegasus, and the next step brings him to Ponyville, just outside the commune. ...Alastor doesn't follow just yet.

[callmeyork]

[Probably for the best. No vomiting, thankfully there wasn't any sudden motion associated with the teleport, but there is some pretty severe disorientation, which isn't helped by his overall wellbeing. But eventually, without any prompting, or even waiting for Alastor to follow, he's just going to wearily walk to his room.]

[superstylishsquid]

*He does follow after a few moments of not hearing retching, immediately taking to wing and crossing his forelegs now that he has no reason to be on the ground.*

Try not to go for any more extended braindead hiking trips.