Arrival Martin can't recall the last time he was in the ocean. He's fairly certain he's never been in a tropical ocean. Or the tropics, in general. The crashing of the waves is what clues him into the ocean part. The balmy air against his salt-encrusted skin points to the latter. He opens his eyes and finds his glasses have come off at some point, which means the world around is a smear of colors. He sees someone nearby and forgets about the glasses entirely.
"Jon? Hey, hey, are you okay?" He's assuming this is his boyfriend. He really hopes it's Jon.
Network "Um. H-hello? This is- My name's Martin. I'm-I'm on a beach? God, that's not helpful. Sorry. I just- I-I'm alone. Is there anyone out there who knows what's going on?" A long pause. "Uh- Oh! Over! Over."
Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives
Martin can't recall the last time he was in the ocean. He's fairly certain he's never been in a tropical ocean. Or the tropics, in general. The crashing of the waves is what clues him into the ocean part. The balmy air against his salt-encrusted skin points to the latter. He opens his eyes and finds his glasses have come off at some point, which means the world around is a smear of colors. He sees someone nearby and forgets about the glasses entirely.
"Jon? Hey, hey, are you okay?" He's assuming this is his boyfriend. He really hopes it's Jon.
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"Um. H-hello? This is- My name's Martin. I'm-I'm on a beach? God, that's not helpful. Sorry. I just- I-I'm alone. Is there anyone out there who knows what's going on?" A long pause. "Uh- Oh! Over! Over."