And a one, and a two...

[gembeasts]

And a three!
 
[ Johan throws his weight against the locked door, and finds that not only was it unlocked, but also ajar, and so what really happens is that he just kind of... crashes into the wall. Possibly knocks a few paintings off.

Let's not forget that headache. ]

Nnngh... aah it hurts, hurts, hurts.

[ That door was locked two minutes ago. He was sure of it. He had woken up in a dark room with a locked door and for the past hour had been trying to bust it down.

Well at least he's out now--for the price of his dignity. And this splitting headache.

He gets up rather shakily and leans on the wall for support. These surroundings aren't familiar at all. ]

Ah...? Where am I?

[ This doesn't look like his house. ]

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[gembeasts]

[ Heartland's room? Is Heartland a country? Huh. ]

Well this wouldn't be the first time I've woken up in a strange place, haha. Not that this happens on a daily basis, I mean!

[ He scratches his chin sheepishly and gives a small smile. ]

I'm Johan! Johan Andersen. How about you?

[ruatcoelum]

[ How the hell is a guy this unconcerned about weird things like this even still alive?

Oh, well. Not like she particularly cares about his wellbeing or what dumb luck is keeping him alive either way, anyway. ]

Thomas Arkwright.

[gembeasts]

[ It might have something to do with the fact that he's the protagonist's best friend. ]

Nice to meet you!

[ He holds out his hand for a shake. ]

Do you happen to know anyone else here? Whenever something like this happens there's always more people involved. Speaking from experience, I mean!

[ruatcoelum]

[ She stares at the hand like he's just offered her a dead animal, and then looks away. ]

I've met... a guy who looks like me, a guy who looks like someone I know from back home, and a woman who's about three miles tall and wearing too much leather.

Nobody I actually know from home, though, if that's what you meant.