[Funkduder]

Originally Posted by Funkduder

Tony looked at the email and frowned. He turned on his virus protection and scanned the email, only to find it to be safe. So this isn't a scam of some sort. After checking the time on his clock, he looked back at the email and shrugged to himself. He closed up his last case just today, and it would hurt to have some security for the next month or so. He opened the email, and was engulfed by a bright light.

And immediately hit the floor on his bottom. It was as though his chair had disappeared from under him. Looking down at the floor a moment later, he realized that not only was the chair, but the floor and walls were different: windowless but nonetheless bright.
Tony then stood himself up, grateful that his coat muffled the sound and cushioned his landing. He wasn't sure if the sound of his boots gave stares from any of the other three people in the room that he saw while standing, but in case they did, he made sure to keep his professional attire and refrain from making any comments about it.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow to the woman in the middle of the room. The dazed look on the faces of the other two were reason enough to ask her of the situation instead of them.

"And I suppose that you sent me the request," he said to her. A thousand thoughts raced across his mind as he examined her attire more closely: She seemed young, but the look in her eyes had shown familiarity, as though she had been in the alien place for longer than he had been in his own apartment, and seeing her work scattered around her in holograms only gave her greater legitimacy. Did she know how he got there? Does she know how to get back? Where was he? Who are the people around him?

And why was there a small dragon on his shoulder?

The tiny lizard seemed to radiate warmth as he rested on his shoulder. His folded red wings were so realistic that he couldn't call it a robot, but then again, the age of technology was moving fast. He wasn't sure of the advances.