Guess Strange isn't much of a conservationist. So much for that ecosystem, huh?
Foster's immediate state upon opening his eyes is something akin to 'what the fuck.' He can't tell what's going on--the world, which last he checked, was the dark hold of water at the bottom of a lake, was now a moving column of sand and stone and water; direction and control are meaningless concepts, and he--
Makes an executive decision.
Scooping the rocks out of his pockets, he has two options, as he sees them: either he can follow the spiralling columns of sediment (up? to surface? down? into what?) or he can... not.
He opts to follow.
Breaking the surface of the water a few seconds later, he discovers not void but air and moonlight, no abyssal trench but instead....
...a partial bridge rising overhead? One that appears to be completing itself as earth from the lakebed erupts from the water to join--extend?--the structure. Uh.
Hell YEAH oh my god Strange why are you like this
Foster's immediate state upon opening his eyes is something akin to 'what the fuck.' He can't tell what's going on--the world, which last he checked, was the dark hold of water at the bottom of a lake, was now a moving column of sand and stone and water; direction and control are meaningless concepts, and he--
Makes an executive decision.
Scooping the rocks out of his pockets, he has two options, as he sees them: either he can follow the spiralling columns of sediment (up? to surface? down? into what?) or he can... not.
He opts to follow.
Breaking the surface of the water a few seconds later, he discovers not void but air and moonlight, no abyssal trench but instead....
...a partial bridge rising overhead? One that appears to be completing itself as earth from the lakebed erupts from the water to join--extend?--the structure. Uh.
What.
"........what the fuck."