Time: Day One, late(r?) morning
Summary: Jonouchi (and others?) arrive to a complete lack of card games.
Warnings: None yet
"My turn! Dra-aaah!"
Jonouchi could remember that much clearly. He was in the middle of a duel with some punk upstart when a passing bicyclist, either absent minded or rude, had bumped into him and knocked him over. He remembered falling for what seemed like forever, but for some reason he couldn't recall hitting the pavement. Had he blacked out from just being knocked by a bike? The thought was like a shot to his pride's crotch. He was Jonouchi Katsuya! He had been through magical and non-magical brawls and stayed standing, there was no way a bike could black him out.
Which meant he was no closer to figuring out why the hell he had come to in this strange house. He had spent the last five minutes trying to figure out how his brain had concocted this strange dream. When none of his friends showed up and no duel monsters had appeared and talked to him, he began to rule out the dream possibility. A virtual world maybe? Possible, but it didn't make much sense. Bottom line, he was out of ideas.
Jonouchi looked down at himself. Clothes, check! Whatever happened, at least he was in his regular threads. Jeans, a t-shirt, a light jacket, some sneakers, and his necklace. Not much to look at, but comfortable as could be! His gaze shifted to his left arm. Duel disk, check! Upon closer inspection, his deck was there too. Clearly there weren't any duels going on here at the moment, but it never hurt to be prepared. Right?
And so, the blond pushed himself to his feet. It wasn't the first time he'd come to in a strange place. He'd make the most of it until he figured out what was going on.